<?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-10286578</id><updated>2011-04-21T22:54:18.136-05:00</updated><title type='text'>PiEcEs oF mE</title><subtitle type='html'>Hey all!  I am a single mother of 3 children. A football player age 13, a booty shaker age 10 and a runway model age 5.  I have a wild bunch.  I just turned the ripe age of...29.  Yes that's right I am only 29. Been doing this mother thing all of my adult life.  I am proud to say I am finally getting the hang of it. LOL  I love my family more than I could even express and I would not change a thing about my life! So come on in, sit back and enjoy the journey with me.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hangyourcoatup.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286578/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hangyourcoatup.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286578/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Rhonda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08474730604200430454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/15/94167482_01b0cec771.jpg?v=0'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>139</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10286578.post-115757077666743768</id><published>2006-09-06T13:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T14:26:16.766-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My last little baby</title><content type='html'>Well its official - my last baby is now is school. Yesterday B went to Kingergarten &lt;em&gt;*sniff, sniff*&lt;/em&gt;. She of course was a little champ, too cool to move and was I nuts when I thought she needed any of my help with her book bag or instructions on what to do and where to stand - I mean what was I thinking??? She hardly even waved to me when she entered the building. I cant believe my little sweetie has started her school career. Next year when S is 14 and she is 6 almost 7 I will have him pick her up from school and they can stay together until I get home which is only and hour and a half. Boy will that save hundreds and hundreds of dollars! I also have a couple of friends in the neighborhood that will be home at that time as well that have agreed to keep an eye out so that helps too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are going fine with my sister and nephew living with me.  Although I am behind on all my bills at the moment because she is unable to help pay any of them (thinking of you &lt;a href="http://sepiatonz.blogsome.com/"&gt;Safa&lt;/a&gt; the entire time, lol) at this present time but we arent trying to rip each others head off.  We are very different in that sence.  She will blow off the handle reall quick and I will kill her with my calm, cool and collected demener.  All in all if she starts to act like a maniac I will just ignore her! =)  I dont like to play games - especailly that kind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer has really come to an end and we are all back on the grind.  Schedules, school work and sports are all in effect right now.  S is playing for a different football team this year.  He decided to join a team that is more his size instead of his regualr win every game and the championship game team.  The team he is on now is "OK".  They wont be winning any championships but they wont lose all year either.  S is doing very well on this team - it has given him the opportunity to shine in all the areas he does best.  As long as he is happy - I am happy.  He is the one that has to be out there playin with them all the time, not me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B and N are getting ready to start gymnastics.  I wasnt going to put N in since she didnt do good on he report card but it helps to keep her weight down and maybe if she gets into it it will help her keep her grades up.  I know she can do it she is just lazy.  I will try this for no longer than 2 report cards and if I dont see it working then she is out!  B on the other hand will have to deal with all that next year if she isnt doing well in school - unless for some crazy reason she doesnt do good in Kindergarten - ugh!! the thought - un-imaginable - not my little sweetie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Streap and a common cold just got through running its toll on my house.  I hope with having the air off and the windows open these past few days and the rain killing the germs that we are done with that for a while.  I had a great summer this year - probably one of the BEST summers I have ever had.  I am happy in every part of my life and things seem to be going well.  I will give thanks to the good lord for all of that and to my family and friends.  I would be nothing without any of you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10286578-115757077666743768?l=hangyourcoatup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hangyourcoatup.blogspot.com/feeds/115757077666743768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10286578&amp;postID=115757077666743768&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286578/posts/default/115757077666743768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286578/posts/default/115757077666743768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hangyourcoatup.blogspot.com/2006/09/my-last-little-baby.html' title='My last little baby'/><author><name>Rhonda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08474730604200430454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/15/94167482_01b0cec771.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10286578.post-115591215099704240</id><published>2006-08-18T09:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T09:45:24.596-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Momma</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/rhonda12588/187185223/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/50/187185223_b925661f19_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/rhonda12588/187185223/"&gt;033_33&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/rhonda12588/"&gt;rhonda12588&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;p&gt;All my children love me very much as they should but the love that N has for me is much different than the other two.  Her love for me runs VERY deep.  We like to call her Queen Latifah cause that is who she is like.   When I get old this is the one that will take care of me the most.  Her heart is very big BUT dont be fooled by her sweetness she will attack if necessary!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Sweetie - I cant believe you are 10 already.  You have grown so fast. I love you with all my heart and soul.  You are going to become a beatuiful woman one day and make your mommy very proud.  Keep your head up sweetie and reach for the stars!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10286578-115591215099704240?l=hangyourcoatup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hangyourcoatup.blogspot.com/feeds/115591215099704240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10286578&amp;postID=115591215099704240&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286578/posts/default/115591215099704240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286578/posts/default/115591215099704240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hangyourcoatup.blogspot.com/2006/08/happy-birthday-momma.html' title='Happy Birthday Momma'/><author><name>Rhonda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08474730604200430454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/15/94167482_01b0cec771.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10286578.post-115566164368491725</id><published>2006-08-15T09:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T12:07:23.860-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Is anyone still out there..............</title><content type='html'>I know I have been a horrible blog buddy but someone very wonderful bought me a new laptop so I can get on the internet at home. YYYYEEEAAAHHHH!!  I promise I will start to post more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Florida vacation was off the chain.  We all had a ball.  I havent put my pictures on a disk yet so as soon as I do I will let you know so you can check them out.  I know I have had plenty of time to do it - things have just been a bit hectic around my house lately.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I havent posted in a while but that is because I really cant talk about whats going on in my life right now.  Its nothing bad its actually really good - I just dont want to tell anyone too much about it.  I will tell you that I am in LOVE and its wonderful - its like nothing I have ever had before.  He makes me feel beautiful, he loves the things about me that I want a man to love, he is intelligent, he is kind, he give me chills everytime I am around him, he teaches me new things - good things, lol and you all will find out soon enough who this man is.  For now that is all you get! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister and nephew D live with me now.  We had to do a fair amount of re-arranging to fit them both in my 3BR townhome.  Its been ALOT.  Dont get me wrong I am happy to have her with me but man I have soo busy and its just non stop.  I do have to admit that I am not the type of person to just lay around and I like to keep it moving but I also like to chill a bit.  Chill at bit hasnt been in my schedule to often lately.  D is doing much better - she is doing much better and it makes me happy to see such progress in both of them in such a small amount of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S started football a couple weeks ago.  He was gone all last week at camp and before he left they told him he could be the 1st string running back.  Well at practice yesterday (he of course was a BEAST!) he was told until he learns all the plays he cant be 1st string offense but 1st string defense.  He loves defense so he was still happy.  You better believe he is tryin to learn those plays quickly, lol.  He has a scrimmage tonight and I am so excited! =D    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I need to go read some blogs and play catch up!  Have a Great Day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10286578-115566164368491725?l=hangyourcoatup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hangyourcoatup.blogspot.com/feeds/115566164368491725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10286578&amp;postID=115566164368491725&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286578/posts/default/115566164368491725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286578/posts/default/115566164368491725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hangyourcoatup.blogspot.com/2006/08/is-anyone-still-out-there.html' title='Is anyone still out there..............'/><author><name>Rhonda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08474730604200430454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/15/94167482_01b0cec771.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10286578.post-115523849665728298</id><published>2006-08-10T14:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T14:34:56.686-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I was tagged</title><content type='html'>I think &lt;a href="http://myrunningonempty.com/"&gt;Brandi&lt;/a&gt; is just trying to get me to update my blog by tagging me with this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 Items in my Freezer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ice cubes&lt;br /&gt;Baking soda&lt;br /&gt;Popsicles (spelling??)&lt;br /&gt;Chicken&lt;br /&gt;Pot Pies&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 Items in my Closet&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TONS of shoes&lt;br /&gt;Tee shirts&lt;br /&gt;Tank Tops&lt;br /&gt;Capri's&lt;br /&gt;Slacks&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 Items in my car&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black Ice Scented Tree &lt;br /&gt;CD's&lt;br /&gt;Outdoor Chair&lt;br /&gt;Blanket&lt;br /&gt;Napkins&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 Items in my purse&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Money&lt;br /&gt;Wallet&lt;br /&gt;Gum&lt;br /&gt;Chapstick&lt;br /&gt;Lotion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who I tag - NO ONE! =D  Sorry love!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10286578-115523849665728298?l=hangyourcoatup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hangyourcoatup.blogspot.com/feeds/115523849665728298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10286578&amp;postID=115523849665728298&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286578/posts/default/115523849665728298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286578/posts/default/115523849665728298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hangyourcoatup.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-was-tagged.html' title='I was tagged'/><author><name>Rhonda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08474730604200430454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/15/94167482_01b0cec771.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10286578.post-115287718746415846</id><published>2006-07-14T06:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T06:39:47.483-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Anyone have an extra lung?</title><content type='html'>UGH!!  I am sick =(  I have allergies (shut the hell up &lt;a href="http://myrunningonempty.com/"&gt;Brandi&lt;/a&gt;) but what happens is the alleriges can become something else, like a respitory infection, a sinus infection and even sometimes pneumonia.  I think that is what has happend with me.  My chest is kiling me my caugh is deep and I am producing "stuff" when I caugh (althouth I can never get it out of my throat so I goes into my belly and makes it hurt - like I need another ailment - I know I know TMI) and I wheeze a bit when I breath so I know its in my chest and in their good.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;I leave for vacation Sunday morning so if I dont get my busy ass to the Dr. today I will be miserable the entire vacation.  I love vacation but for some reason (and its very bothersome) I am not as excited as I should be or have been in the past =(  I have a lot going on here at home and maybe its just bad timing (when is vacation bad timing - see somthing just aint right?!?) or maybe I am just tired as hell and need the freakin break.  I dont know - but what I do know is I hope to feel better physically and mentally once I arrive at my vacation spot.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;A ton of people have jumped on the bandwagon and will be going with me on my vacation - shit its gonna be a freakin home away from home, LOL  I can seem to shake these damn people (sorry love not you, hehe)  I am teasing, I love that these people and myself are taking this trip together - I am sure it will be a memorable one!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now yall know damn well I wont post while I am on vacation and maybe not for a couple of days after I return - but you all know I have love for ya and will checking back with yall the week after next.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a wonderful weekend!! =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10286578-115287718746415846?l=hangyourcoatup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hangyourcoatup.blogspot.com/feeds/115287718746415846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10286578&amp;postID=115287718746415846&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286578/posts/default/115287718746415846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286578/posts/default/115287718746415846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hangyourcoatup.blogspot.com/2006/07/anyone-have-extra-lung.html' title='Anyone have an extra lung?'/><author><name>Rhonda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08474730604200430454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/15/94167482_01b0cec771.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10286578.post-115260725334177111</id><published>2006-07-11T03:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T03:40:53.380-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lets play catch up</title><content type='html'>I havent written a real post in a LONG time.  I have just been so busy - tired - sad - happy............you get the picture.  The kids are doing well and loving the summer - of course.  The summer schedule is a hectic one.  Each of them is doing something different I can hardly keep track.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday my sister and nephew came down to spend the holiday weekend with me.  Saturday was my little buddies birthday party.  We had a DJ, a moonbounce and enough food to feed a small world country.  I hate that I do that.  I dont just have too much food I have A TON of extra food left over - I dont judge very well and it drives me crazy.  He was so happy to see what I had done for him and with the help of some VIP's it was a HUGE success - of course I will give a shout out to my girl &lt;a href="http://myrunningonempty.com/"&gt;Brandi&lt;/a&gt; because like always she went above and beyond!!  Thanks love your the BEST!!(except you didnt invite me to the after party but hey I guess it gets like that sometimes)  Thanks to everyone that helped me.  Melinda helped, my daddy cooked on the grill, my step mom cooked a ton of desserts and deviled eggs, my mom for suprising us with her presence - and to a very special friend that if this person didnt already do enough for me they went above and beyond too!  I am truly blessed to be surrounded by such good people - I love you all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday we all went to the pool and hung out all day.  Exhausted from the day before we did nothing else after that but go home and chill.  Monday I had to work but it was a short day.  My sister went back to the pool with Brandi and called me from their taunting me - I guess that is what sisters are for! I got home around 2:30 and we all got ready to go see the fireworks.  It was so freakin hot that day and night that your skin had a steady moist feelng to it- yuck!  A ton of water, bug bites, my sister kirkin out all night and some wonderful fireworks later - it was then time to head home.  In order to get to the fireworks they had a shuttle bus from where we had parked - so as we stand in line to get back on the shuttle bus to our cars these little hoochie mammas were talking to my sister about S.  They tried to be slick asking her about her son first and then quickly changed the subject to my son.  "Oh tell him I like his hat" - WTF ever slut!  You better back up off my little buddie!  If you could have seen N's face when these girls were checkin on her brother, it was freakin classic.  Thats my girl!  Then Brandi wanted to fake like she couldnt hold all her shit so she gave it to me - yeah I havent gotten over it yet!  LOL  J the potty at the last minute so you have to make a mad dash for the bathroom Queen had to go as we were first in line to get on the next bus so Brandi drops her drawers as she does the potty dance begging her not to go yet, whips out a pull up and puts it on her much to her dismay it didnt really help cause as we all looked down it seem to have escaped the pull up and on on the the road where we stood in line.  Oh well when you gotta go - you gotta go.  I would like to think someone said something!  what? what?  you got a problem??  Traffice wasnt as bad as I thought and we got home only for my and my sister to make some white russians later that night and got a bit tipsy off one - man I can make a mean white russian! =) (yeah love you werent invited to the after party =O)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wed it was back to work and as I arrived at work I got a call from my mom to tell me that my grandma (my moms husbands mother) after battling cancer had died.  Hospice had already come in and gave her very little to live - but does that really make it easier??  It hit me really hard - I went home the rest of the day and stayed out the next as well.  They say things come in threes but I think two is just fine with me.  I dont need any more death right now!  How about LIFE??  Its never guaranteed and we need to cherish it, create it and love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday S went to his first summer camp of the summer.  It was a wide receiver, running back camp.  He loved it.  It was only 3 days but hey every little bit helps.  He goes to his next camp today - hence the reason I am posting at 4:30am.  I am going on a Road Trip next week and dont have any time to use before then, so in order to get paid the entier week I need to do a full 8 today and with having to leave at 10am to get back home to get him off to camp I had to be here today at 2:30am - UGH I am exhausted.  I didnt get to sleep until around 10:30 last night.  I do like the peace and quiet of an empty office but this early shit is for the birds! =D  I hope to be getting a computer at home very soon so hopefully I will be posting more once I can have some privacy when posting.  Hope everyone has a wonderful week and I am off to catch up on whats goin on with yall!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Tuesday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10286578-115260725334177111?l=hangyourcoatup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hangyourcoatup.blogspot.com/feeds/115260725334177111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10286578&amp;postID=115260725334177111&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286578/posts/default/115260725334177111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286578/posts/default/115260725334177111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hangyourcoatup.blogspot.com/2006/07/lets-play-catch-up.html' title='Lets play catch up'/><author><name>Rhonda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08474730604200430454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/15/94167482_01b0cec771.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10286578.post-115158526837326133</id><published>2006-06-29T07:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T07:47:48.473-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 13th Birthday Buddy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/rhonda12588/30601516/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/23/30601516_80df8da3e9_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/rhonda12588/30601516/"&gt;Me and S&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/rhonda12588/"&gt;rhonda12588&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was only 17 when I held your little body in my arms for the first time,  and since that day I have never looked back.  I love you with all my heart and soul - more than words could express.  You are growing into such a handsome young man right before my eyes and I would'nt give that up for the world.  I hope your party is all you expect it to be and more.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will always be the MAIN man in my life!  I LOVE you - Happy Birthday!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10286578-115158526837326133?l=hangyourcoatup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hangyourcoatup.blogspot.com/feeds/115158526837326133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10286578&amp;postID=115158526837326133&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286578/posts/default/115158526837326133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286578/posts/default/115158526837326133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hangyourcoatup.blogspot.com/2006/06/happy-13th-birthday-buddy.html' title='Happy 13th Birthday Buddy!'/><author><name>Rhonda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08474730604200430454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/15/94167482_01b0cec771.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10286578.post-115031356893839264</id><published>2006-06-14T12:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T08:18:15.063-05:00</updated><title type='text'>More pictures are up</title><content type='html'>I dont know what is going on lately but I have had a handful of men vie for my attention.  I dont want to sound conceded or full of myself, but I have actually never had this happen like this before.  I am sure plenty of women deal with this type of shit a lot more often than me but I am not used to anything even remotly close to this.  They find me attratcitve, sexy, and want to be with me.  I mean not just for sex although I am sure that is on their mind but not what is driving them - I dont think so anyway.  Remember I dont have any experience in something like this so I could be dead wrong and come to find out I am a very bad judge of weather a person likes me or not.  It hasnt gotten out of hand yet so I guess I am kind of enjoying the moment, lol.  I think I have been handling this very well.  I am not leading anyone on and of course I always lay everything out on the table so their are no confusions and so far it seems to working out nicely! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a good weekend.  My sister and mom came to stay with me for a couple days.  Friday night me and my sister went out to a local joint with one of my very good friends and had a ball.  The spot was jumpin that night!  My sister was pullin the menzez left and right! LOL A few befofe pictures only of the night can be found at the end of the set titled "Fun Times" &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/rhonda12588/sets/72057594124275012/"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday I was a mess - I drank entirely too much and was hurtin.  I had to attend a B-Day party and a BOMB ASS cookout at &lt;a href="http://myrunningonempty.com/"&gt;Brandi's&lt;/a&gt; later.  I did end up feeling better and got done what I needed to get done.  Arrived at Brandi's early to help her get ready and set up and had a wonderful time!  I swear we know how to have a cookout.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday I needed to clean and grocery shop all before 2:30 in order to get back to Brandi's to help get rid of all the leftover food we had from the day before.  The damn food was just as good!  Then off the the mall to shop for a friends daughter.  We were attending her B-Day party at the skating rink later that night.  I hope you had a wonderful birthday K!  We all had a fun time.  Its always a good time when you get good people together and their kids. The pictures I took - well that S took can be found at the end of the set titled "Partys in the 06" &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/rhonda12588/sets/72057594124272824/"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can also find the pictures I took during Memorial Day weekend &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/rhonda12588/sets/72157594165691780/"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10286578-115031356893839264?l=hangyourcoatup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hangyourcoatup.blogspot.com/feeds/115031356893839264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10286578&amp;postID=115031356893839264&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286578/posts/default/115031356893839264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286578/posts/default/115031356893839264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hangyourcoatup.blogspot.com/2006/06/more-pictures-are-up.html' title='More pictures are up'/><author><name>Rhonda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08474730604200430454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/15/94167482_01b0cec771.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10286578.post-114987990523336137</id><published>2006-06-09T12:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-09T14:05:05.463-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny Story</title><content type='html'>Out of all of my children B is the sweetest.  She really is in comparison to a lot of children very sweet.  Dont get me wrong she dont take much shit but a sweetheart she is.  WWWEEELLLL she is in LOVE with &lt;a href="http://myrunningonempty.com/"&gt;Brandi's&lt;/a&gt; husband and always has been.  He will give her dollars when she loses her teeth and she always makes sure she hugs him goodbye - the whole nine yards. They have their own little things going on here HAHAHA.  Anytime us girls go some place and he is with us you will find B right by his side, holding his hand and talking to him.  Me and Brandi always joke about it - how B is tring to steal her husband.  Well when we were having the picnic at Melinda's for Memorial Day Me and Brandi were playing cards against Melinda and Chandler.  Chandler had gotten up for a minute and B comes over to the table with some cake and sits in his seat.  I politely tell her "honey that is Chandlers seat come stand by mommy".  She doesnt seem to want to stand while eating her cake (I dont blame her) anywho - Melinda tells her "I bet if when Chandler comes back you ask really nicely if you can sit on his lap he will let you"  B smiles really big and says "ok, hehehe".  Sure enough Chandler comes back and she nicely askes him if she can sit on his lap and of course like the good man Chandler is he lets her.  Brandi looks over at her and says "What are you doing - are you cheating on your boyfriend?  Your sitting on another mans lap! She sat there for a hot second and jump the hell right off his lap and stood beside Brandi and finished eating the rest of her cake.  The only thing she said was "I changed my mind, I think I will just stand". LOL  The freakin look on her face said it all.  She was not about to mess things up with her man nor was she gonna let him think she was cheating on him and got the hell down.  Me and Brandi have been laughing about this for weeks now - it was so freakin cute we just cant get over it.  Just thought I would share that little bit of info on how to raise a faithful woman! TEACH UM YOUNG!  hahahahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a wonderful weekend everyone - I have a very busy one ahead of me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10286578-114987990523336137?l=hangyourcoatup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hangyourcoatup.blogspot.com/feeds/114987990523336137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10286578&amp;postID=114987990523336137&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286578/posts/default/114987990523336137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286578/posts/default/114987990523336137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hangyourcoatup.blogspot.com/2006/06/funny-story.html' title='Funny Story'/><author><name>Rhonda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08474730604200430454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/15/94167482_01b0cec771.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10286578.post-114970039262092319</id><published>2006-06-07T09:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-07T12:13:12.810-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Jealousy's a Bitch!</title><content type='html'>The weekend was pretty good.  Friday night &lt;a href="http://myrunningonempty.com/"&gt;Brandi&lt;/a&gt; and J came over to have dinner with me and the kids.  We went to my brothers pizza place and ordered up some shit, lol. It was good.  Saturday me and the kids went to a birthday party for the kids cousin.  Most of the BD family was there - it was nice and we all had a good time.  Sunday the BD took the kids to 6 Flags and I met Brandi at the pool.  After the pool I went to the viewing if you call it that when someone is creamated for my aunt.  It was very sad.  Her daughters looked good but her son did not.  After that me and my family went to my brothers for a cookout for my nephew, since he just graduated.  We had a ton of food to include crabs.  My brother has an inground heated pool so the kids (not mine, lol) we all in the pool.  It was so weird not to have to fix their plates or pick there crabs.  It was actually very relaxing =).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now on to the issue of the week.  Jealousy!  I am a good person and I mind my own business and do my own thing.  I dont bother anyone!  Why would any woman have the reason to be jealous of ME?  This is going on a lot in my life right now and I dont know if I should be offended or flattered.  Right now I am aggrivated by this for the simple fact that I keep to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;QUESTION:  Are you the jealous type?  AND How does one deal with it weather you are or aren't?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10286578-114970039262092319?l=hangyourcoatup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hangyourcoatup.blogspot.com/feeds/114970039262092319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10286578&amp;postID=114970039262092319&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286578/posts/default/114970039262092319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286578/posts/default/114970039262092319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hangyourcoatup.blogspot.com/2006/06/jealousys-bitch.html' title='Jealousy&apos;s a Bitch!'/><author><name>Rhonda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08474730604200430454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/15/94167482_01b0cec771.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10286578.post-114925590903425226</id><published>2006-06-02T07:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T08:45:09.160-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Time flies when you busy as shit</title><content type='html'>Hello everyone - yes I am still alive.  I havent posted all week nor have I really posted in a while.  There is so much going on now a days.  Especailly since it hotter than the hinges of hell right about now.   I am always much more busy in the spring, summer and fall. WOW that doesnt leave much time to rest does it?? Oh Well.  Memorial Day weekend was a blast - of course &lt;a href="http://myrunningonempty.com/"&gt;Brandi&lt;/a&gt; and myslef were together every freakin day, LOL  but that is nothing new.  Saturday she came over for her bi weekly nail appt. and then watched my kids so I could help my man look for houses (a hole nother post on his crazy ass) Sunday morning I went with Brandi to the pool and then we all went to Melinda's for a cookout. Like usual, myself, Brandi and Melinda supplied 95% of the food and kid beverages and we all had a wonderful time.  I of course was on the grill, lol (I do so love it!) and Melinda and her husband spanked everyone in spades - only luck - only luck! =)  We left around 9pm and the kids were out like lights.  Monday I went to the pool again with Brandi and then off to the carnival we went.  The kids and myself love the carnival - S and N get on all the big rides now, no matter where we go.  I LOVE that they do that.  It makes for such a much funner (is that a word, lol) time.  We got home from there around 9:45pm and after baths we all didnt get to bed till around 11.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was up all night with my stomach hurtting and then out it came - not much was in there but it was not a pretty site.  I stayed home again on Tuesday and my stomach hurt for most of the day.  I feel so much better today except that at 4:30am this morning I am awaken by a MONSTER charlie horse in my calf.  HOLY SHIT this one is a bad one - I am still limping around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I talked to my daddy on the way to work and he informed me that although my Grandma has been diagnosed with terminal cancer and will live with it for the rest of her life - the kemo is working and making it better, so I guess what they are saying is they are prolonging her life a bit.  He then proceeds to tell me that his brothers ex-wife (my cousins mom, and still close with the family) died last night from complications with emphysema.  I cried all the way to work.  Her and my mother used to be best friends and I spent a lot of my childhood with her.  My cousin is only a few years older than me with 3 small children and my Aunt was only in her 50's.  Just a day before she went into the hospital nothing was wrong with her and she was her normal self.  Then the next day she was rushed to the hospital (last week) because she couldnt breath and then last night she died.  I dont know what I will do without my mother!  It makes me very sad and I am done talking about it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My oldest nephew just graduated high school last night - I cant believe it! =O  WOW its amazing how times flies and he is a young man now and will very soon be "considered" (I'll say it that way, lol) an adult.  Congratulations to him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope everyone has a wonderful weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10286578-114925590903425226?l=hangyourcoatup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hangyourcoatup.blogspot.com/feeds/114925590903425226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10286578&amp;postID=114925590903425226&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286578/posts/default/114925590903425226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286578/posts/default/114925590903425226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hangyourcoatup.blogspot.com/2006/06/time-flies-when-you-busy-as-shit.html' title='Time flies when you busy as shit'/><author><name>Rhonda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08474730604200430454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/15/94167482_01b0cec771.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10286578.post-114841439299639228</id><published>2006-05-23T14:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T14:59:53.036-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The pictures are up</title><content type='html'>Pictures from my Tampa trip are finally up.  Go &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/rhonda12588/sets/72057594139505364/"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt; to see them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things have been a bit hectic around my way lately.  I have been so busy.  B has gymnastics, S needs to get ready for his football camps, having to lay a patio, getting my house work done, cooking out, birthday parties, cheerleading banquet - fun stuff, yet a lot of stuff.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday me and the kids went grocery shopping.  As B was looking at what lunchable she wanted she slips on a puddle of water hitting her ribs on the metal part that holds the food in the cold section.  Bruised immediatley crys of terror are heard throughout the store.  I go fill out an incident report and I am told I will be contacted in the next day if not that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday we go to the Targe.t to get me some summer shirts for work.  The girls go use the restroom and on there way back are running towards me.  I put out my hands in the stop position and tell them to stop running - as I said it the second time, I see B run face first into a fire extinguisher and slam backwards to the ground.  I think I almost puked!  It was one of the most horrifying things I have ever seen - the way she ran full force in to that metal thing was sickning.  I ran her to the food area and immedialty put ice on it.  The bruise was already nasty.  Thank the lord it didnt break the skin and that was only by the grace of G.O.D.!! So off I go again to fill out another incident report.  HOLY SMOKE!! enough already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The BD's sister has a son and he turned 1 this past weekend so we went to that.  I am the only fair skinned person at the function and that is normally how it has always been - I really pay it no mind.  One of the aunts arrived and after a few minutes says to me "where are all the white people, HAHAHAHA"  I then said "I guess I am it, hehe"  she then proceeds to tell me I dont count! LOL  That is funny to me because it amazing how people see color.  Some white people would see me as white no natter how you slice it and other because of my choice would dismiss me as being one within their race - I "assume" out of some sort of shame for the choice I have made.  My kids dont even see me as "white".  As they were growing up I would teach them they were brown, and I was tan and there daddy was dark brown.  They acutally tell their friends I am mixed and the kids believe them, HAHAHA.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheerleading is over now - the girls loved it and will miss it.  I dont know if we will do it again but I guess time will tell and we will see.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am excited about this weekend and the cookouts galore that will be happening!  Come on summer!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10286578-114841439299639228?l=hangyourcoatup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hangyourcoatup.blogspot.com/feeds/114841439299639228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10286578&amp;postID=114841439299639228&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286578/posts/default/114841439299639228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286578/posts/default/114841439299639228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hangyourcoatup.blogspot.com/2006/05/pictures-are-up.html' title='The pictures are up'/><author><name>Rhonda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08474730604200430454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/15/94167482_01b0cec771.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10286578.post-114779116959393924</id><published>2006-05-16T09:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T09:52:49.926-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'M BACK!!</title><content type='html'>Wow Tampa was off the Chain.  I dont know what happens when we get down there but every place we went we got into VIP or we skipped the line and went straight in without paying and we had the menzes buying all our drinks - that shit was bananas.  We went out every night except one - it was just too hard, LOL - what a terrible life, huh?  One day we spent on the boat with my girl K's dad and went to a hilbilly bar where they played this song that says "honkietonk, adonkiedonk" - WTF?  HAHAHA  I about feel over in my freakin chair.  The other song they played was "I love this Bar" - we sat outside on the pier all night in the beautiful air and drank.  Then we decided to leave and get into the Hot Tub.  FUN FUN TIMES! =)  My sister again this year won the booty shake contest which always suprises us since she has no booty, LOL  but she sure can shake what her momma gave her, hehehe.  One night we hung out at the strip club, twice we hung out in Ybor City - HOT HOT SPOT.  The bruthas were plentyful, hehehe  Beautiful - beautiful MEN!  We met a lot of cool people mostly from NY - I dont know what the deal was but almost everyone we met was either from NY or VA! LOL  We atll got new tattoos while we were down there.  I have tons of pictures that I will be uploading today and tomorrow so look for them tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I trust everyone had a nice Mothers Day!  Its been hard trying to get back in the swing of things - I mean I am but not at my full potential.  Still I am happy to be back and I missed my little monsters dearly!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10286578-114779116959393924?l=hangyourcoatup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hangyourcoatup.blogspot.com/feeds/114779116959393924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10286578&amp;postID=114779116959393924&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286578/posts/default/114779116959393924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286578/posts/default/114779116959393924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hangyourcoatup.blogspot.com/2006/05/im-back.html' title='I&apos;M BACK!!'/><author><name>Rhonda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08474730604200430454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/15/94167482_01b0cec771.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10286578.post-114682968125751493</id><published>2006-05-05T06:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T06:48:01.280-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Peace Out Yall!!!!!</title><content type='html'>I am happy to announce that today I am off to start my vacation.  My flight leaves tonight and I will be gone for a week.  I will try to get on a computer and check up on everyone but I wont make any promises.  Me and B are here at work today for a short while tying up some loose ends.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VACATION HERE I COME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10286578-114682968125751493?l=hangyourcoatup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hangyourcoatup.blogspot.com/feeds/114682968125751493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10286578&amp;postID=114682968125751493&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286578/posts/default/114682968125751493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286578/posts/default/114682968125751493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hangyourcoatup.blogspot.com/2006/05/peace-out-yall.html' title='Peace Out Yall!!!!!'/><author><name>Rhonda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08474730604200430454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/15/94167482_01b0cec771.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10286578.post-114668242003253983</id><published>2006-05-03T13:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T13:53:40.053-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Some New/Old Pictures</title><content type='html'>I finally took my camera to the store and got all my pics put on a disk.  Some of them are new (the ones in the Partys of 06) and most of them are old.  Go check them out &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/rhonda12588/"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10286578-114668242003253983?l=hangyourcoatup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hangyourcoatup.blogspot.com/feeds/114668242003253983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10286578&amp;postID=114668242003253983&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286578/posts/default/114668242003253983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286578/posts/default/114668242003253983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hangyourcoatup.blogspot.com/2006/05/some-newold-pictures.html' title='Some New/Old Pictures'/><author><name>Rhonda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08474730604200430454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/15/94167482_01b0cec771.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10286578.post-114649980926515427</id><published>2006-05-01T10:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T11:10:09.416-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bags are packed!</title><content type='html'>My weekend was good - busy but good.  I dont want to leave my house less than perfect.  I have so much going on right now. See while I am still in Tampa, FL (that's for you &lt;a href="http://msnhim.blogspot.com/"&gt;Msnhim&lt;/a&gt;) my girls cheerleading coach &lt;a href="http://www.atthehotspot.blogspot.com/"&gt;Lisa&lt;/a&gt; is gonna pick them up and take them to an overnight competition.  I will arrive home the same day as the competition but will be unable to make it so &lt;a href="http://myrunningonempty.com/"&gt;Brandi&lt;/a&gt; is gonna drive up the day of the competition to be with the girls in my absense.  So not only do I have to pack a bag for them to stay with my fokes but a bag for the cheerling coach to take with her too!  Holy Smoke!  I can say this - I am so thankful to have such good friends to help me out!!  It really makes a difference when you can count on people when you need them.  I mean Lisa is taking the girls up there the night before and keeping them all night and getting them ready the next day.  Brandi is taking my son with her and her girls up the same day to make sure my girls have someone there for them damn near as close as their mother and she is bringing them back with her and we are having the rest of the night to hang out - all of us since I will just be getting home and will miss everyone so much!  Girls - you are the best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a lot going on this week with the kids and I do have my bags packed but not one thing is yet packed for them.  I have a lot of work ahead of me but it will be all worth it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a little something I stole from &lt;a href="http://sepiatonz.blogsome.com/"&gt;Safa&lt;/a&gt;.  Pretty cool check it out.  My blog is worth $9,597.18.  All that just for my thoughts............WOW &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border: 1px solid #cccccc; background-color: white; width: 115px; text-align: center; padding: 0 0 10px 0;"&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/23/25822676_789bf55448_t.jpg" style="border:0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;My &lt;a href="http://www.hangyourcoatup.blogspot.com"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt; is worth &lt;b&gt;$9,597.18&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.business-opportunities.biz/projects/how-much-is-your-blog-worth/"&gt;How much is your blog worth?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.technorati.com/" style="border: 0px;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://technorati.com/pix/tech-logo-embed.gif" style="border: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10286578-114649980926515427?l=hangyourcoatup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hangyourcoatup.blogspot.com/feeds/114649980926515427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10286578&amp;postID=114649980926515427&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286578/posts/default/114649980926515427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286578/posts/default/114649980926515427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hangyourcoatup.blogspot.com/2006/05/bags-are-packed.html' title='Bags are packed!'/><author><name>Rhonda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08474730604200430454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/15/94167482_01b0cec771.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10286578.post-114624463427305191</id><published>2006-04-28T11:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T12:17:14.300-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Guilty!</title><content type='html'>Well J's party was a BLAST.  All the kids enjoyed themselvs a lot.  Even the adults had a wonderful time.  All I have to say is that &lt;a href="http://myrunningonempty.com/"&gt;Brandi&lt;/a&gt; must be LOADED to be able to afford a place like that for her 3 year olds party! WOW (har har har)  This place was the perfect place to have a party.  You come, you run, you eat and you go home and it was just long enough to get enough but not too long that you were trying to escape early, LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My weekend was good - Brandi and J came back to my house to chill with me, my sister and my man for a while after J's party.  I was planning this BIG cookout but it rained all day so we just got Pop.Eyes chicken instead and had just as much fun.  It was nice to have my sister and nephew for the weekend - we had a lot of fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday the BD came to see the kids and brought all of his 4 others with him and his girls son - thats right 8 kids.  Thank the lord they were all outside the entire time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been kinda MIA this week - thats because I have been tying to get picked for Jury duty all damn week. They say we have to call in every night after 5 to see if we need to come in the next day and my first day was Tuesday and I have been there all week.  They said yesterday they didnt need me or anyone today to make sure we call in the evening tonight to see if they need me Monday.  I have been sitting there watchin TV and reading books.  They dont even as much as call me in the court room to possibly be picked.  I just freakin sit there.  Like I have nothing better to do.  I really want to be picked - I guess that is why I dont ever get picked! HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time next week I will be chillin at home wrapping up those last minute loose ends before I head off to F.L.O.R.I.D.A  YYYIIPPPPEEEE!  I am so damn happy to be getting away.  I really need the break!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone has a wonderful weekend and I will holla at yall next week!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10286578-114624463427305191?l=hangyourcoatup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hangyourcoatup.blogspot.com/feeds/114624463427305191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10286578&amp;postID=114624463427305191&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286578/posts/default/114624463427305191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286578/posts/default/114624463427305191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hangyourcoatup.blogspot.com/2006/04/guilty.html' title='Guilty!'/><author><name>Rhonda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08474730604200430454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/15/94167482_01b0cec771.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10286578.post-114564729933786427</id><published>2006-04-21T14:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T14:24:20.450-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday my Beautiful Little African Princess</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/rhonda12588/132490589/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/50/132490589_1f636a900c_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;You all know I only blog at work so I must let everyone know today that tomorrow is my little sweeties 3rd Birthday.  You are the sweetest (almost) 3 year old I know and I love you so very much.  You will always know that Auntie will be there for you whenever you need her.  I love you like you were my very own and I am so proud of what a beautiful princess you are becoming.  I hope you have a wonderful day and I wouldnt miss this day for anything at all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Sweetie!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10286578-114564729933786427?l=hangyourcoatup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hangyourcoatup.blogspot.com/feeds/114564729933786427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10286578&amp;postID=114564729933786427&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286578/posts/default/114564729933786427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286578/posts/default/114564729933786427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hangyourcoatup.blogspot.com/2006/04/happy-birthday-my-beautiful-little.html' title='Happy Birthday my Beautiful Little African Princess'/><author><name>Rhonda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08474730604200430454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/15/94167482_01b0cec771.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10286578.post-114545826229510296</id><published>2006-04-19T07:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-19T09:51:47.043-05:00</updated><title type='text'>An Easter Celebration and Save the Drama</title><content type='html'>My weekend somewhat started last Thursday.  My step mom called me in the morning to ask if I wanted my Dad to come pick the kids up and keep them until Saturday morning.  Man what a nice break it was.  Of course I said yes! My dad calls me just as I am getting ready to get my taxes done and asks me to meet him at the Red Hot and Blue so we can have dinner and he can get the kids.  That is one of my favorite places to eat.  I love the fried catfish - its to die for! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner was wonderful and off went the kids with my dad.  So what do I do with all my free time.  Not a damn thing important, lol.  I go pick out an out fit for Easter get and get the remaining items I needed for Easter morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday after work I got a pedicure - a much needed pedicure and that night I went out for a bit with some friends.  I had some drinks and did some dancing and felt so refreshed afterwards.  Its such a stress reliever to get out there and dance and let me tell you what I was dancing up a storm - so much I almost knocked mowhawk lady down so I hear. HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday morning I had to get the kids by 11 so B could go to gymnastics.  I got up around 8 so I could run some more errands before I got them.  I love to run errands without the kids - in and out without any drama!  I LOVE it.  I get everything done get the kids and arrive at gymnastics only to find out they dont have it due to Easter Break.  WTF - I didnt even get a notice!  Oh well so home we went. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://myrunningonempty.com/"&gt;Brandi&lt;/a&gt; came over at about 12:30 so I could watch her girls so she could get the usual every two weeks salon visit in.  When she got back we chilled for a while.  Late that night we all died eggs and I spent about 30 min cleaning the kitchen from dye all over the place.  I had 6 different kits and had set up stations so they would start at one station and then proceed to the next and so on and so on - you get the picture.  They had a ball and so did I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday morning the kids wake up - eat a ton of candy - we hide eggs and find them - get all dressed up and head to my Dad's for an Easter celebration.  We had so much food it was rediculous.  Here is what we had:&lt;br /&gt;1. BBQ Chicken on the grill&lt;br /&gt;2. Hamburgers and hot dogs on the grill&lt;br /&gt;2. Trout&lt;br /&gt;3. Flounder&lt;br /&gt;4. Shrimp&lt;br /&gt;5. Mac and Cheese&lt;br /&gt;6. Baked Beans&lt;br /&gt;7. Fruit and fruit dip&lt;br /&gt;8. Veggies and dip&lt;br /&gt;9. Pasta Salad&lt;br /&gt;10. Spiniach Dip&lt;br /&gt;11. Key Lime Pie&lt;br /&gt;12. Chocolate Pie&lt;br /&gt;11. Brownies&lt;br /&gt;12. Chocolate/Peanutbutter crunch pie, and last but not least chips and dip. Holy Moly it was a nice time.  The weather was nice and we had a wonderful time.  We got back around 7:30 ish got baths and were in bed by 8:30.  A wonderful weekend had by all.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now I have a question:  What do you do when someone you know is pushing for more than your willing to give?  What I did was try very nicely to say your asking for more than I am willing to give and then that person went off.  All I wanted to say was stop with all the pushing and it went into so much more.  Why cant it be accepted that right now they are asking for too much and just leave it at that?  Why because they dont like what I have just said they blow things out of proportion and make a big deal out of everything?  Why not when I say your asking for more than I am comfortable giving - the person doesnt just say ok no problem and then everything still remains the same - only thing different is your no longer making me feel uncomforatable.  If I tell you your making me uncomfortable do you come back with a bunch of other shit or do you just say ok cool - didnt realize I was crossing the line but no problem I will stop.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really confuses me on how people try solve their problems - seems like this problem here was one that the other person didnt want to fix but rather turn around and just argue about it.  There was nothing to argue about I was not mad, I just wanted it to be know that I was not comforatable with what the person wanted from me. End of story.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was I wrong?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10286578-114545826229510296?l=hangyourcoatup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hangyourcoatup.blogspot.com/feeds/114545826229510296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10286578&amp;postID=114545826229510296&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286578/posts/default/114545826229510296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286578/posts/default/114545826229510296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hangyourcoatup.blogspot.com/2006/04/easter-celebration-and-save-drama.html' title='An Easter Celebration and Save the Drama'/><author><name>Rhonda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08474730604200430454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/15/94167482_01b0cec771.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10286578.post-114501128171320679</id><published>2006-04-14T05:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T05:41:21.733-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well its here yet again.  The Weekend.  The two days out of the week we wish our lives away to get too.  We keep our rugged schedule all week to only get a measly two day of what is supposed to be relaxation.....  I dont have major plans this weekend but I do have plans.  Easter is Sunday and I plan on spending it with my Dad and family.  Tomorrow of course B has gymnastics and then I will watch J for &lt;a href="http://myrunningonempty.com/"&gt;Brandi&lt;/a&gt; so she can get her nails done.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still havent gotten anything for S for Easter.  I really havent gotten B anything either.  I mean I have something but its really nothing and if I dont get her something else I will feel like a total ass.  S is hard.  Well he is easy but most of the things he likes now being almost 13 cost too much for just easter.  I will think of something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally got my taxes done yesterday and I hope to see a deposit into my account in the next 8-15 days.  The man said either the 29th of April or the 5th of May.  Right in time for my Florida Vacation.  Man its almost here.  3 more weeks.  I dont want to wish my life away because half of the fun is the excitement of it coming, LOL.  The actual time spent down there is much less and flies by so I am trying to enjoy in the fact that I am so excited to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went out last night and picked out a new outfit for easter.  Nothing like and "Easter" outfit but it only cost me $40.  I got a pink to.m.my shirt and some thin kaki slacks that come to the middle of my claf.  I already have pink flip flops so that is how its gonna be on Easter.  The girls  have dresses. S had a nice light blue shirt and I have a relaxing outfit to spend the day with my daddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I freaking got into work at 6am today so I cant leave at 2.  I have some running around to do and since my kids are at my daddys I have a little break and some time to get somethings done without having to hear "Mommy can I have that", "Mommy can we go to the dollar store". "Mom can you please buy this for us", "Mom I need a new_____________".  HOLY SMOKE it never ends! lol . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope everyone has a wonerful weekend and a wonderful holiday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10286578-114501128171320679?l=hangyourcoatup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hangyourcoatup.blogspot.com/feeds/114501128171320679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10286578&amp;postID=114501128171320679&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286578/posts/default/114501128171320679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286578/posts/default/114501128171320679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hangyourcoatup.blogspot.com/2006/04/well-its-here-yet-again.html' title='&lt;p align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.mynicespace.com/&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://i.mynicespace.com/34/3436.gif&quot; border=&quot;0&quot;&gt;&lt;br /a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;'/><author><name>Rhonda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08474730604200430454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/15/94167482_01b0cec771.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10286578.post-114477624248251314</id><published>2006-04-11T12:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T12:24:02.520-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Do Not Recommend</title><content type='html'>I think I saw the worst movie I have ever seen this past weekend.  &lt;strong&gt;The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants.&lt;/strong&gt;  That damn movie stunk.  I think the most exciting part of the entire movie was when they took there clothes off and jumped in the water and the man only took off his shirt and the woman had on her bra and panties!! S.T.U.P.I.D. and B.O.R.I.N.G.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My weekend was pretty good (other than that, sorry &lt;a href="http://myrunningonempty.com/"&gt;Love&lt;/a&gt;).  N stayed the night with her friend K and B stayed with her friend C on Friday night so it was just me and S - so I thought but he was off to go skating.  As he says "I only go because of the girls Ma"  real nice son!!  Saturday night my girls had a slumber party to go to so they were gone again.  This time I made the boy stay with me, HA HA HA.  He didnt care &lt;em&gt;*humph*&lt;/em&gt;  I got a good amount of cleaning done on Saturday before I headed to Brandi's to watch that D.U.M.B. movie. OMG let me tell you this - I dont ever what to purchase wine is the town Brandi lives in.  #1 they are stupid and dont know what they are talking about #2 the dust on the wine bottles tells me not to many people are drinking it and that is just insane #3 even if they arent drinkin it at least clean the damn things off - YUCK!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday I finished up some more light cleaning and did laundry until my friend arrived...................yep you guessed it Brandi to watch yet another movie.  This time it was good!  The Interpreter.  Althought with all the interuptions (3 little girls) I am not even sure what the movie was about,,,,,,,,,,, just kidding, hehehe.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a pretty chill weekend.  I am getting ready for Easter.  I have almost everything I need miuns a few things I need, HAR HAR HAR.  I am full of myself today!  Its supposed to be nice - so everyone pray it stays like that!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10286578-114477624248251314?l=hangyourcoatup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hangyourcoatup.blogspot.com/feeds/114477624248251314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10286578&amp;postID=114477624248251314&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286578/posts/default/114477624248251314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286578/posts/default/114477624248251314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hangyourcoatup.blogspot.com/2006/04/do-not-recommend.html' title='Do Not Recommend'/><author><name>Rhonda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08474730604200430454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/15/94167482_01b0cec771.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10286578.post-114442781166601401</id><published>2006-04-07T10:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T11:36:51.756-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hands Off!</title><content type='html'>Thank you all so much for the comments about S.  He did come to me and I am grateful!  This is exactly what I have been trying to prepare myself and him for - to be able to have open communication with each other.  I pray he doesnt get himself into any trouble and he understands the magnitude of that type of behavior!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to take a quick moment to talk about LOST.  I try not to think ahead to see if I can figure things out.  I like to be surprised! =O  BUT I would like to say for the record that I think all of the people on the Island are from or were in the mental hospital.  Possibly the company Dharma (I think is what its called) is doing some sort of "test" on all the patients - trying to "fix" them/make them better by putting them in this situation, making them deal with there issues or whatever.  I dont have it completely figured out but I do think everything is happening for a reason and someone is controlling the entire situation and it has something to do with all of them in or from the mental hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My weekend plans arent too heavy and I love it.  I need to do some major cleaning and that gives me plenty of time to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday in my neighborhood we had an incident.  I get a knock at my door from a neighbor telling me the Police are surrounding some kids and one of them happens to be my son.  I immediately rush outside to see what is going on.  Come to find out some woman in the neighborhood put her hands on someone elses child - head lock style.  Now dont get me wrong this little boy is not the finest most refined kid I know - he is a bit "wild" for my liking but that gives no right to ANYONE to put their hands on him.  I made sure I told the woman that did it that if she ever puts her hands on one of my children she will have hell to pay!  I need to know how you all feel about this.  The adult said she was trying to calm him down.  I really dont give a shit what she was TRYING to do - no adult has the right to put their hands on another persons child like that.  PERIOD!  Whether the kids is a hoodlum or a saint! It doesnt matter to me you just dont do it.  I personally would have walked away from the child and dealt with his mother at a later time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you all feel about this and what would you do if you were in the situation like this?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10286578-114442781166601401?l=hangyourcoatup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hangyourcoatup.blogspot.com/feeds/114442781166601401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10286578&amp;postID=114442781166601401&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286578/posts/default/114442781166601401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286578/posts/default/114442781166601401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hangyourcoatup.blogspot.com/2006/04/hands-off.html' title='Hands Off!'/><author><name>Rhonda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08474730604200430454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/15/94167482_01b0cec771.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10286578.post-114424424315587588</id><published>2006-04-05T08:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T09:47:35.633-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Questions from a 12 (almost 13) year old</title><content type='html'>WOW - I knew I had to talk to S about the birds and the bee's but daymn I didnt think it would be this soon.  Lately he has had a ton of questions for me and most of them are about things I dont want to tell him nor do I think they are any of his business.  Here is how the most recent conversation went:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S: What makes girls excited?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me: Everyone is different&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S: What is a G spot? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me: a spot on a girl that excites her the most&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S:  well where is it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me: eveyone is different&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S:  What makes you excited?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me: That is none of your business - I am your mother!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S:  What makes &lt;a href="http://myrunningonempty.com/"&gt;Brandi&lt;/a&gt; excited?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me: That is none of your business either and how the hell would I know!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S:  Have you had sex with anyone other than Daddy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me: S of course not&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S: When a boy asks you if he wants to have sex with you Ma - what does he say? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me: that is none of your business son - do you tell me your business?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S: I will&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me: Ok then go ahead - tell me!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S: Well me and a bunch of boys went to this girls house and she said to me "If you put whipcream anywhere on your body I will lick it off"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me: Well what did you do?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S: I put it all over my chest and she licked it off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ms: S! What in the hell is going on&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S: Ma it wasnt that cool - it was boring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me: What else happend?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S: Well I asked her if she wanted to (and he moves his hands and pelvis back and fourth without saying a word) and she looked at me and said "What does that mean" so my friend Bed told her "duh have sex".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me: So what did she say?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S: She said yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me: Holy Shit S - what happend next?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S: Well I didnt do anything cause I didnt have any protection but Bed did it to her and he said it was fun and that she sucked his dick too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me: I am so glad you did do anything S - I am so proud of you - what the hell was Bed thinking?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S: I dont know but he did it&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I first tell him what Bed did was wrong and he isnt a very smart boy at all.  I then proceed to explain to him about what could happen if her parents found out they were in the house while they werent home and how much trouble he could get into.  I also explained that a 12 year old has no business "doing it" with anyone and how powerful the act itself is.  It has been know to ruin peoples lives (cough cough your father, LOL). I didnt say that but I sure wanted to!  We continued a VERY long conversation about this but that doesnt take away from the fact that this is on his mind.  He has been having dreams about "doing it".  I know all the questions are are for his own personal information.  I know I cant stop him but shit this is crazy!!  I have always talked about stuff like this with him - I mean he has no one else to talk about it with.  I have always tried to answer all his questions but I think the time is coming and its coming very soon!  I am so scared and I am not sure if I am doing and saying all the right things.  I can hardly take care of my kids now by myself what the hell am I gonna do if he doesnt listen to me and GOD forbid something happens!!!  HOLY SHIT!  Man what do I do - HELP???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10286578-114424424315587588?l=hangyourcoatup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hangyourcoatup.blogspot.com/feeds/114424424315587588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10286578&amp;postID=114424424315587588&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286578/posts/default/114424424315587588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286578/posts/default/114424424315587588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hangyourcoatup.blogspot.com/2006/04/questions-from-12-almost-13-year-old.html' title='Questions from a 12 (almost 13) year old'/><author><name>Rhonda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08474730604200430454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/15/94167482_01b0cec771.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10286578.post-114408877983469708</id><published>2006-04-03T12:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T13:26:19.943-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogging thoughts</title><content type='html'>I am bored as hell here at work.  I swear it seems as if I have less and less to do each day I come in here.  I mean I find things to do that need to be done but as far as just having the work to do - NO aint happenin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My weekend was a good one.  The weather was beautiful and I didnt have to run all over tarnation do stuff.  &lt;a href="http://myrunningonempty.com/"&gt;Brandi&lt;/a&gt;, J and J2 along with myslef and my kids all went to see &lt;a href="http://www.iceagemovie.com/"&gt;Ice Age – The Meltdown&lt;/a&gt;.  It was really cute and I would recommend everyone go see it.  I would also like to say that if your not with a child at the theater you will be talked about like your stalking young children for your pleasures.  It was amazing how many people - adults and teenagers - were at the movie without any children.  A bit strange to me but hey if you like to watch kid shows - more power to ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so much better this week than I did last week.  I had a lot on my mind last week and ended up having to get it off.  It all worked out well and I feel much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to talk to a friend over the weekend - a VERY close friend from my recent past.  All I will say is that it was a very good talk, hehehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to buy B a new bike this year.  Last year I taught her to ride a two wheeler.  This year that bike is way too small.  Her freakin knees are hitting her chin everytime she peddles, LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am gonna go ahead and start the count down till my Tampa trip this year. I will be leaving in T-minus 32 days! YEAH!!!!  I am so excited to get away and get wild!  Let loose and keep no schedule at all.  Wake up when I want to - go to sleep when I want to - do whatever "I" want to do!!  Man its gonna be nice.  I am thinking about taking the kids back down again this year once they get out of school - its still up in the air so we will see.  I am gonna start tanning tomorrow so I will be prepared for the Florida sun!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slowly I have been trying to purchase my outfits and shoes to match.  There arnt many things out this year that I consider my taste.  I mean when I see it I know it but I just havent seen anything out lately that is worthy of FL life.  Such termoil - huh?  HAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope the weather is nice on Easter.  I bought the girls dresses and shoes for Easter at my Dad's.  They normally have a big "thing" for easter.  Lots of food, fun and games for the kids.  They really dont have dresses with long sleves so I am praying it will be nice so they dont have to cover their pretty dresses up with a coat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Monday everyone - how is everyone doing with the time change??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10286578-114408877983469708?l=hangyourcoatup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hangyourcoatup.blogspot.com/feeds/114408877983469708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10286578&amp;postID=114408877983469708&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286578/posts/default/114408877983469708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286578/posts/default/114408877983469708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hangyourcoatup.blogspot.com/2006/04/blogging-thoughts.html' title='Blogging thoughts'/><author><name>Rhonda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08474730604200430454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/15/94167482_01b0cec771.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10286578.post-114357779944324818</id><published>2006-03-28T14:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T14:25:58.033-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rambling............</title><content type='html'>I have been going through a bunch of different things in the past two weeks.  Sometimes I feel I am a strong put together woman and then other days I feel like I am a total mess and dont know which end is up.  I hope I am not alone in feeling this way?!?!  I had a good relaxing weekend but I have made some discoveries that I am somewhat struggling with.  I dont read the "signs" very well and sometimes I dont make good decisions.  My judgment gets clouded and I dont always "see" what I need to see.  I try very hard to make the right decisions and not be swayed by what other people think I should do.  My mom told me this weekend that any advice that is not godly is not good advice.  That was good advice, LOL  I did look to him for guidance and found my way.  I have learned to not ask questions and when it is showed to me that I believe and follow.  That is exactly what I did and I feel so much better now.  Its funny how that works but it does.  Another example:  Tuesday I was so stressed going to work - rough morning.  I didnt like the way I was feeling and said a little prayer to please help me let this stress go and put it behind me and get on with my day and just moments later I felt it lifted up off of me and I felt better.  It might sound crazy to some of you but I am telling you I felt it.  I call S immediately to tell him that if he has troubles during the day and needs guidance or strength to stay focused he needs to say a little prayer.  He of course said "Ok Ma" and we went about our own day.  When I got home I asked him if he did it and he was like "yeah I did it and it worked - it was so cool".  I was so proud of him for trusting me and saying a little prayer.  I did remind him to give thanks at the end of his day  - I dont want him to get in the habit of asking for help and not being thankful for it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I am in such a cloud right now.  I mean I am happy but just unsettled right now.  I hope the sun will soon shine down on me.  I really need it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10286578-114357779944324818?l=hangyourcoatup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hangyourcoatup.blogspot.com/feeds/114357779944324818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10286578&amp;postID=114357779944324818&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286578/posts/default/114357779944324818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286578/posts/default/114357779944324818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hangyourcoatup.blogspot.com/2006/03/rambling.html' title='Rambling............'/><author><name>Rhonda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08474730604200430454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/15/94167482_01b0cec771.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10286578.post-114349121653984858</id><published>2006-03-27T15:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T15:26:56.583-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sex Chronicles</title><content type='html'>Stolen from &lt;a href="http://www.atthehotspot.blogspot.com/"&gt;Lisa&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Sex Chronicles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. How old were you the first time? 15&lt;br /&gt;2. Name of your first? Abraham&lt;br /&gt;3. Good or Bad? Good&lt;br /&gt;4. Name of the worst and why? I havent had a worst yet – they have all been good&lt;br /&gt;5. Name of the Best and why- Abraham – 14 years of practice - nuff said&lt;br /&gt;6. Weirdest place you ever had sex? Out front the club in my vehicle (he was my man)&lt;br /&gt;7. Favorite position? Ruff, ruff&lt;br /&gt;8. Ever fake and Orgasm? Yes&lt;br /&gt;9. Would you admit it if the person asked? Maybe&lt;br /&gt;10. Favorite time of day to have sex? Before bed - makes for a good night sleep&lt;br /&gt;11. Most times you have had sex in one day? 5&lt;br /&gt;12. Same person? YES&lt;br /&gt;13. Ever fantasize about someone other than the one your with? Yes!&lt;br /&gt;14. Restrictions during sex? None&lt;br /&gt;15. Accessories? Of course!&lt;br /&gt;16. What? Whipped Cream, Ice, cough drops, toys, etc&lt;br /&gt;17. Done it in the rain? Hell yeah and its outstanding&lt;br /&gt;18. Done it in a car? Yes&lt;br /&gt;19. Had a Threesome? Came close&lt;br /&gt;20. Want to have sex now? Why the hell not!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10286578-114349121653984858?l=hangyourcoatup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hangyourcoatup.blogspot.com/feeds/114349121653984858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10286578&amp;postID=114349121653984858&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286578/posts/default/114349121653984858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286578/posts/default/114349121653984858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hangyourcoatup.blogspot.com/2006/03/sex-chronicles.html' title='The Sex Chronicles'/><author><name>Rhonda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08474730604200430454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/15/94167482_01b0cec771.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10286578.post-114322849437406349</id><published>2006-03-24T14:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T14:32:33.346-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Meme</title><content type='html'>Stolen from &lt;a href="http://myrunningonempty.com/"&gt;Brandi&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;List ten things you want to say to people you know but you never will, for whatever reason. Dont say who they are. Use each person only once:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You taught me so much about life and myself I will be eternally grateful.  I was in such a bad place when you came into my life and you took it all away.  You protected me like no one ever has and for that I will always love you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have watched you change over the years into a beautiful person.  You werent always there for me in the past and you missed out on a lot.  I know that hurts you more than it hurts me.  I will never hold any of that against you.  I want you to know I am so proud of you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You lied to me many times.  You embarrassed me.  You tried to put a wedge in between me and another person.  You pretended to care all the while hoping I would fail.  I have forgiven you but I will never forget.  I want to tell you this just so you know that I know!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They call people like you....snakes.  You lay and wait low in the grass for just the right time to strike!  You  pretended to be my friend, listened to my sorrows, acted like you cared about my children all the while plotting to take my life right out from under me.  I hope you get exactly what you deserve.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know my life is not what you would have expected for me but I hope that if you could see me now you would be proud.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your an important person in my life and have been for a very long time.  I hope nothing and no one will ever come between this special friendship we have.  You were there for me many times when no one else was.  Youre so tough on the exterior and so kind on the inside.  Not many people know the person I do.  You and your family will always be my family too!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgive you!  BUT if I ever hear about anything remotely close about you and anything of that nature - I will hurt you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Youre too negative.  You give off bad vibes and I dont like it.  If you willing, I will help you change that but if your not then there is no hope.  If you will be patient with me then I will be patient with you.  There is a lot that needs to be changed but its all for the good.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You always have advice to give out but when its time to take your own - you act like nothing has been said.  Dont forget what you say to other people because its good advice.  You will have to use it one day and when you do remember to stay strong, listen to your heart and know he is always with you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think you have done nothing wrong but you have.  Even if one person thinks you did then you did.  You need to apologize - you will never be able to truly move on without fixing the wrongs in your past.  I wish all the best to you and yours.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10286578-114322849437406349?l=hangyourcoatup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hangyourcoatup.blogspot.com/feeds/114322849437406349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10286578&amp;postID=114322849437406349&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286578/posts/default/114322849437406349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286578/posts/default/114322849437406349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hangyourcoatup.blogspot.com/2006/03/meme.html' title='Meme'/><author><name>Rhonda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08474730604200430454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/15/94167482_01b0cec771.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10286578.post-114252416156316822</id><published>2006-03-16T10:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T10:53:03.986-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy, Busy, Busy</title><content type='html'>Wow this week has been a doozy!  I have had so much going on actually in the past two weeks its been crazy.  Not that I dont already do enough but I have had a bunch of extra stuff to do also.  Even the traffic has been horrible - I have been lat to work every single day this week!!  Tomorrow I am leaving work early and I am so happy about it.  I am heading to yet another competition for the girls this weekend.  Then I will have a break from them until May I think.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;I have already bought my plan ticket to FL again this year.  I know you all remember the wild time I had last year with my sister.  Nothing could ever top that I am sure of it but I know we will have a blast.  I am so freakin excited to go.  I LOVE Florida.  If I could make the money I make here - there - I would be out.  Hurricanes and all!  Batton down the hatches kids its gonna be a BIG one! LOL&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom was talking to me - she came down last night and will leave Saturday - and with all the violence these days she wishes I could make the money I make here in DC but live in the country where she lives.  Dont think so Ma.  I dont and wont want to ever live in the country ever again.  I did it and it aint pretty!  I am so glad that me and my momma are sooo close.  I can tell her anything.  She doesnt judge me at all and of course she gives her opinion but at the same times backs away and lets me figure it out.  I dont think there is anything I couldnt tell her - I am sure if I thought hard enough I could but if I have to think that hard then goodness.  She is a wonderful person, a great mom and and a fantastic grandma.  I am so proud of the way she has grown with the times and within her soul.  I admire her to the up most and if I am half the woman she has become I will be just fine!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot has been going on emotionally in my lift lately and I dont like it.  I mean I will not let it get me down for too long but it all goes back to the saying love is blind.  You can interpret that in so many ways - not just in the love you have for your partner.  Many times you just cant really SEE what the real deal is.  What about when you do see what the real deal is and you dont know how to tell someone.  So many topics are very sensitive ones and you want to make sure you convey your words correctly so they dont get twisted.  I mean you could say one thing to one person and the same thing to another person and just because there minds work differently the interpret it differently.  Its crazy yet fasinating how the minds works! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My daddy called me this morning.  I am daddy's little girl. I am his only child and I am a girl.  You better believe I am a princess!  Just ask him he will tell you, hehehe.  Him and I have a secret (no I cant tell you or it wouldnt be a secret anymore) and I love it.  I love the fact that only him and I share this something special.  I have had to share him all my life with other people and this is the first time ever that I can say him and I have something all to ourselfs.  Its so specail to me and it has been going on for about a year and a half.  He works everyday of his life - I guess you can call him a work-a-holic - can I get a hell yeah.  He has been talking about starting his own business - I mean he does side jobs after work and on the weekends non-stop.  I told him he needs to just do it and the more he waits the more he will think about it and not do it.  I told him I am ready to jump in with both feet just show my my new desk!!  He asked me if he could teach me some stuff so I could start helping him before he starts his biz and of course I said "lets get started"!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Governor Ehrlich went to B's school yesterday. Its "woman" owned and apparently will be affected by some new tax law that will be coming out soon.  So I get there to pick her up yesterday and I had been prepping her for if she were to meet him that she would need to say "Hello Mr. Govenor".  She turned 5 last October and this is how the conversation went:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: B did you get to see the Govenor today?&lt;br /&gt;B: NO mom he didnt come.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Honey he did come - I guess you just didnt get to see him.&lt;br /&gt;B: No mommy he didnt come, he lives so far way that he couldnt make it today.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Oh really - thats what happend?&lt;br /&gt;B: Yep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL  So sweet.  I mean if she didnt see him the he MUST not have been there! HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she begins to tell me why she doesnt suck her thumb in school and it went like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B: Mommy I dont suck my thumb in school.&lt;br /&gt;ME: You dont?&lt;br /&gt;B: Nope!&lt;br /&gt;Me: How come honey?&lt;br /&gt;B: Cause I dont want my friends to make fun of me.&lt;br /&gt;Me: So what do you do when you take your nap?&lt;br /&gt;B: Oh, I suck my thumb!&lt;br /&gt;ME: Well then dont your friends see you?&lt;br /&gt;B: Nope!  I put my head down and sneak my thumb in my mouth so they cant.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Oh..........ok, hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA - She cracks me up sometimes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that within the next month I will be getting a new computer.  Man I really need one at home.  Its kinda stressful blogging at work.  I have to keep shrinking the page I am on when I "think" some one is ready to cut the corner - goodness, that is actually a lot of work.  I hope everyone has had a better week than me and an even better weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10286578-114252416156316822?l=hangyourcoatup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hangyourcoatup.blogspot.com/feeds/114252416156316822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10286578&amp;postID=114252416156316822&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286578/posts/default/114252416156316822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286578/posts/default/114252416156316822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hangyourcoatup.blogspot.com/2006/03/busy-busy-busy.html' title='Busy, Busy, Busy'/><author><name>Rhonda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08474730604200430454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/15/94167482_01b0cec771.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10286578.post-114245477503565038</id><published>2006-03-15T12:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T15:32:55.116-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a litte somethin..........</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#E6E6FA" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Birthdate: December 30&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#F2F2FB"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourbirthdatemeanquiz/birthday.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have the type of personality that people either love or hate.&lt;br /&gt;You're opinionated, dramatic, intense, and very outspoken.&lt;br /&gt;And some people can't get enough of you - they're totally addicted.&lt;br /&gt;Others, well, they wish you were a little more reserved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your strength: Your flair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your weakness: If you think it, you say it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your power color: Scarlet red&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your power symbol: Inverted triangle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your power month: March&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourbirthdatemeanquiz/"&gt;What Does Your Birth Date Mean?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10286578-114245477503565038?l=hangyourcoatup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hangyourcoatup.blogspot.com/feeds/114245477503565038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10286578&amp;postID=114245477503565038&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286578/posts/default/114245477503565038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286578/posts/default/114245477503565038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hangyourcoatup.blogspot.com/2006/03/just-litte-somethin.html' title='Just a litte somethin..........'/><author><name>Rhonda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08474730604200430454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/15/94167482_01b0cec771.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10286578.post-114226843815018107</id><published>2006-03-13T10:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T11:47:18.256-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I need to vent!</title><content type='html'>Just as I had known - my weekend was FULL.  Friday night my girls along with K &lt;a href="http://www.atthehotspot.blogspot.com/"&gt;Lisa's&lt;/a&gt; daughter went to gymnastics and Lisa and I had a relaxing night away from the children.  I really do enjoy those little moments away.  I think it helps keep me sane.  We plan on having more of them, lol.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday B had gymnastics again and as soon as that was done I had to run to a family birthday party that &lt;a href="http://myrunningonempty.com/"&gt;Brandi&lt;/a&gt; was already at with my two oldest.  My nephew turned 3.  He is such a little cutie.  We all had a wonderful time.  Then once I left there I was going to watch J for Brandi so she could get her nails done. Now if you remember from last week Brandi had mentioned a cookout in the works - well I still had yet to go the grocery store so I had to do that too.  I get back and the BD drops off two more kids to add the the  5 kids I already had and the cookout began.  Brandi her husband and family came, my boo of course was there and a few extra kids too - we had a nice time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday rolls around and we need to meet up at the McDonalds to get the cheerleading team together to attend our 2nd competition of the season.  This one was on the easternshore so we had a bit of a ride ahead of us.  We had to make a couple of changes to our routine and the girls didnt really get a lot of time to practice it - and consiering that they still did a good job.  Not the best they could have done but good.  This weekend coming up we have another one to attend and I am sure we will be looking damn near perfect!  Go Girls!!  We placed 2nd this time and are working for another champion title this weekend to come.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the competition was over &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/headge/"&gt;Heather&lt;/a&gt; and her kids and me and my kids went to this outstanding place called &lt;a href="http://baltimore.citysearch.com/profile/5021539/?brand=smx_restaurant-nc/"&gt;Chesapeak Chicken and Rockin Ribs&lt;/a&gt;.  That is a must when you go to that side of the world.  That place has such good food - I dont think I have ever had something that wasnt down right delicious from that place.  Then I headed home to wash my van that is actually white but now looked like it was grey!  Good thing I washed it cause it rained last night!!!  Never fails - I dont wash the van all damn winter (I know I know its disgusting) and then when I do and spend $20 at the wash it yourself joint - and it FREAKIN RAINS!!  I mean armor all and all was applied to Brenda (that is her name, hehehe) She still looks smooth but still - it rained.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to talk about something - ya know kinda get it off my chest and vent a bit so I can move on.  I have had a lot on my mind lately.  Recently I have gone through a big change in my life and I have not been able to express myslef the way I want to.  What I thought was something really wasnt and that is one of my biggest fears.  To find out later that what I thought was one thing really wasnt.  I have had soooo many problems with this in the past and I am to the point where I refuse to be pulled into that type of shit again.  I have kept an open eye and have learned a lot about myslef through the past few years.  As years pass - my expectations change - of myself and those around me.  I am really into the quality of life and surrounding myself with good people, so If any of your "friends" do any of the things below or treat you this way you might want to reconsider there "friend" status.  Your not a good friend if:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Your only way of communicating with your "friend" is through the computer and you live 20 min away from each other.&lt;br /&gt;2. You dont take responsibility of your own actions&lt;br /&gt;3. you expect more than you are willing to give&lt;br /&gt;4. You think people are stabbing you in the back when its really you stabbing them&lt;br /&gt;5. You think everyone is plotting against you - like they have nothing better to do or you just that important&lt;br /&gt;6. You lose all your closest friends in one day AND still dont think it could be YOU&lt;br /&gt;7. You try to make people your not friends with anymore look REALLY bad by straight up lying&lt;br /&gt;8. You lie about how happy your life is - to the people that know you best - why are you lying at all&lt;br /&gt;9. You wont allow any of your "friends" to be "friends" with anyone else&lt;br /&gt;10.Your downright mean spirited and dont want to see certain people do good out of jealousy&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything is out in the open (YES we know) - nothing more needs to be said and what is done is done.  I have said my peace and I am moving on.  I will NOT go backwards again!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to say THANKS for letting vent!  I really needed it.  I hope everyone had a good weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10286578-114226843815018107?l=hangyourcoatup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hangyourcoatup.blogspot.com/feeds/114226843815018107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10286578&amp;postID=114226843815018107&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286578/posts/default/114226843815018107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286578/posts/default/114226843815018107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hangyourcoatup.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-need-to-vent.html' title='I need to vent!'/><author><name>Rhonda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08474730604200430454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/15/94167482_01b0cec771.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10286578.post-114183200141426169</id><published>2006-03-08T08:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T10:33:21.566-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I just dont know about myself sometimes...</title><content type='html'>I debated whether or not to tell everyone what a looney toon I can be sometime, but this shit is too freakin funny not to tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so I have been working on our "Business Plan" for a couple of weeks now here at work.  Put it into a nice powerpoint presentation and had to present it yesterday in front of all the heads of the entire department.  So natrually I am nervous thinking of what I will wear while standing in front of all those people, what to do with my hair, if I have covered all the bases, if my presentation looks good - ya know all that.  I also want to make sure I dont over sleep and wind up being late.  Sometimes my alarm clock goes off and I just roll over and hit the snooze with out really knowing and I wanted to be sure I didn't do that.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I didnt sleep well at all thinking about all of this stuff.  Well morning rolls around and my alarm clock goes off.  I roll over and look at the time and it says 6:00am.  I needed to be up absolutly no later than 5:30 if not earlier.  So now I am in immediate rush mode right out of bed.  Damn I am pissed!  I get myself together and go wake up B.  I am rushing her to get up and get dressed since I got up late and need to get out the door in 30min. if not sooner.  I wake up N to have her get dressed.  The BD takes her to school but I get her up and make her get ready so that when he does come later in the morning she is already ready.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;I rush downstairs, make B's lunch and get her breakfast in her lunch box.  I turn on the TV so B can watch her cartoon -Teen Titans and odly enough they had replaced it with another one.  I got a big aggrivated because she has a routine and looks forward to her show.  I Put my make up on, help B put he shoes on - all the while telling her hurry honey hurry - mommy is late we have to hurry.  I threw myself together, threw B together - nana is up and dressed watching TV in my room and B and I are getting our coats on to leave.  I look outside and to my suprise its dark.  That strikes me as odd since every other morning I leave at 6:25am its no longer dark out.  I immediately look at the clock and to my suprise its says 5:41am. I look at B with the most dissapointed face I have and tell her "oh honey I am so sorry - its not time to leave yet, mommy is too early".  She looks back at my with this tired face and takes her coat off and says "ok mommy I am gonna go lay back down on the couch."&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;No wonder her show wasn't on.  When I got up and looked at the alarm clock I "thought" it said 6:00 and I was late when it really said 5:00 and it was only going off for the first time.  I was so scared I would oversleep I must have had a "moment". HAHAHAHAHA  I felt so bad for B having to get up like that and me rushing her around.  Normally I would be getting her up at 5:41 and that day I was trying to rush her out the house.  I am such a dork!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you - buy the end of the day I was exhaused!  Everytime I thought about what had happend earlier I just laughed my ass off. Even now when I think about how dumb I was I just start to giggle.  My presentation went wonderfuly and there weren't too many questions - I was very thorough. All in all a good end to a day that started crazy! LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10286578-114183200141426169?l=hangyourcoatup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hangyourcoatup.blogspot.com/feeds/114183200141426169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10286578&amp;postID=114183200141426169&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286578/posts/default/114183200141426169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286578/posts/default/114183200141426169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hangyourcoatup.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-just-dont-know-about-myself.html' title='I just dont know about myself sometimes...'/><author><name>Rhonda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08474730604200430454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/15/94167482_01b0cec771.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10286578.post-114165635392323724</id><published>2006-03-06T09:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T09:45:53.950-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Relaxing</title><content type='html'>Just like I thought it would be.  S was in trouble N was in trouble so that meant that Friday night was gonna be easy as pie.  No runnin this one here and that one there.  &lt;a href="http://www.atthehotspot.blogspot.com/"&gt;Lisa's&lt;/a&gt; daughter K and  &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/headge/"&gt;Heather's&lt;/a&gt; daughter LB spent the night with N.  They had a good time and eveyone (but N) was well behaved.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday morning like usual B had gymnastics and that was the drop off point for Lisa's friend to get K.  Lisa and her man were having a weekend alone!  After B was done I went home and did some house work because at 4 me and the girls were going to see Curious George with &lt;a href="http://myrunningonempty.com/"&gt;Brandi&lt;/a&gt;, J, J2 and another friend of ours and her son.  It was cute.  I could have waited until it came out on DVD but it was cute and the kids liked it.  Trying to get in, get food and sit down was a freakin chore but hey I dont go to the movies often so I guess it was deal.able.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday I made a big breakfast and did laundry all day.  The girls had cheerleading and I went to the gorcery store.  Nice and uneventful weekend.  We have another competition this weekend coming up so this restful weekend was needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone had a wonderful weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10286578-114165635392323724?l=hangyourcoatup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hangyourcoatup.blogspot.com/feeds/114165635392323724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10286578&amp;postID=114165635392323724&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286578/posts/default/114165635392323724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286578/posts/default/114165635392323724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hangyourcoatup.blogspot.com/2006/03/relaxing.html' title='Relaxing'/><author><name>Rhonda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08474730604200430454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/15/94167482_01b0cec771.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10286578.post-114140063828513204</id><published>2006-03-03T07:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-03T10:56:23.506-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I think we made the waitress quit!</title><content type='html'>As time passes people change.  We change what we believe, how we act, what we do and where we go.  Not change as in we arent the same people but we grow and learn.  The times change and we hopefully change with them.  As a prime example the things I do for fun these days 95% of the time include children.  There isnt much I do without them and I do a lot of things and go a lot of places.  Infact my kids get pissed when I do try and do something without them because they are so used to us doing everything together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, last night 7 children from ages 2 - 12 and 5 adults piled in the Friendly's.  Me and MY girls &lt;a href="http://myrunningonempty.com/"&gt;Brandi&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/headge/"&gt;Heather&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.atthehotspot.blogspot.com/"&gt;Lisa&lt;/a&gt; and Lisa's sister in law C decided to have a "family night" and we all went out to eat together.  Well C lucked out because her daughter was pre-occupied so she was able to come alone.  Although I am sure being with just her one daughter would have been less stressful than to be with us and 7 kids, j/k LOL. She actually was very entertained and we all enjoyed ourself a lot.  Man did we have a blast.  The kids were off the damn hook and everyone had someone esle to "be/chill" with.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is kinda how the night went:  Brandi, myself and our kids arrive first at about 6:20 and get the seat.  Lisa and K arrive next, then Heather and her kids and then C.  We order our food and are waiting to be served.  Our food arrives and as the night progress of course the kids get louder and more rambunctious.  My daughter N needs to use the bathroom so decided to get up do just that.  Well I guess she didnt clear it with B first because as N is walking away B decided to yell across the restaurant "Big Booty, Big Booty" to N to get her attention.  Well with a 2 year old and not just any two year old sitting next to her - J decides to jump on the band wagon and yells what she "thought" B said "Big Boobie, Big Boobie". We all fell the hell out.  It was so hard to tell them not to say it while all of the adults were laughing hysterically.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food is all over the place, drinks are being spilt and mounds of napkins filled the table.  $1000 checks were being tossed around like we were millionairs as the waitress brough us out dirty plates.  There were talks of peanut butter and ham sandwiches tasing delishious, and melted ice cream for desert to top it off.  Trash of sorts was everywhere - the kids were happy the adults caught up and all in all it really was a fantastic time.  We didnt end up leaving until about 8:15pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I got home and looked back on the evening I wondered to myself how funny it really was.  I could have never in a million years imagined that situation that had just occured would have actually happend.  The food was good, the company was good and with all the comotion going on around us it was actually relaxing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ladies I had a wonderful time and can't wait to do it agian!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My weekend should be pretty un-eventful and I like it that way.  I need to catch up on washing some clothes.  Hope everyone enjoys there weekend and we will catch up on Monday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10286578-114140063828513204?l=hangyourcoatup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hangyourcoatup.blogspot.com/feeds/114140063828513204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10286578&amp;postID=114140063828513204&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286578/posts/default/114140063828513204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286578/posts/default/114140063828513204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hangyourcoatup.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-think-we-made-waitress-quit.html' title='I think we made the waitress quit!'/><author><name>Rhonda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08474730604200430454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/15/94167482_01b0cec771.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10286578.post-114132343365976962</id><published>2006-03-02T13:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T13:17:47.786-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Its all about making oneself better</title><content type='html'>I know these are hard but dont be shy.  I want you to again pick 5 or 6 words you think best describe me.  The catch is these are not so nice things.  Its ok, you can be honest - I really want to know so go ahead and &lt;a href="http://kevan.org/nohari?name=Be+Honest/"&gt;Click Here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10286578-114132343365976962?l=hangyourcoatup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hangyourcoatup.blogspot.com/feeds/114132343365976962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10286578&amp;postID=114132343365976962&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286578/posts/default/114132343365976962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286578/posts/default/114132343365976962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hangyourcoatup.blogspot.com/2006/03/its-all-about-making-oneself-better.html' title='Its all about making oneself better'/><author><name>Rhonda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08474730604200430454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/15/94167482_01b0cec771.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10286578.post-114115706821289753</id><published>2006-02-28T13:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T09:50:39.656-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Could you see it if it was you?</title><content type='html'>Overindulging - Are you that type?  How do you really know if you are or aren't?  Do you know someone that is that type?  If so how do you tell them?  Can you really tell them?  Do some people just have it or dont?  Is it a characteristic that can be changed or do you just have to know and be in control.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know someone that drinks too much, that gets drunk almost every night.  I am not talking tipsy - I am talkin act a fool DRUNK!!  Say dumb shit drunk.  Even when this person is out and drunk this person acts a fool.  Many times other people dont want to be around this person because of the way they display themself when drinking.  Does that mean its the other peoples fault or does the perons acting a fool need to take a long look at themself to see that it might be them?  I dont see anything wrong with drinking - but to overindulge yourself in it is unreasonable.  I will come home from work and have a as I call it a cocktail, whether it be a beer or a glass of wine.  I do not do this every day but I do do this.  I enjoy drinking but to get drunk everynight doesnt make sence to me.  I of course have gotten drunk and I am not saying I am a saint and by no means am I convicting anyone that does nor am I judging them but almost every night is mind boggling to me.  I am mother, a provider, a daughter a co worker - many people depend on me and even if many people didnt my children do. I cant afford to be hung over often - it will take away from what I am to do and give to my children and to me that is just unacceptable. Why would someone choose to get drunk everynight.  Does it mean there is a bigger problem at hand.  Dont they know that with prayer anything can happen.  Havent they heard the stories of what the signs are?  Do they not care?  Do they think that is the solution to their problem? and if they do how can that be?  Why cant they take a good look at themself and see what is going on.  I want to be able to look at myself and see what is going on and whether or not I am just acting dumb.  I know we all get off track somtimes but when we do what does it take to get back on track?  How much has to happen before you realize something is seriously wrong here?  I know people have to figure out things in their own time but is it fair for the person that overindulges too much to disrespect everyone around them.  Do you just take it because you know they have other problems?  How can you really tell someone about themself?  My take is: I dont think you can and I think you have to say your peace and back away.  You just have to hope the overindulger hasn't burried themself to deep and hasn't said and done things that that cant be taken back!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think if you pray and listen to "HIM" you will find all your answers.  I have been in a bad place before in my life and the only thing that got me through it was "HIM".  I am not ashamed of it, I am not sad about it and I dont regret any of it!  I want to say this - if your in a bad place in your life dont PLACE BLAME ON EVERYONE ELSE!  Take responsibility for what you have done and do and just pray.  He knows your heart.  You may never know his reasoning but thats ok because all you need to know is to trust him.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I leave you with this to remember:  "What comes around goes around".  Be careful of your actions and your words cause GOD dont like ugly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10286578-114115706821289753?l=hangyourcoatup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hangyourcoatup.blogspot.com/feeds/114115706821289753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10286578&amp;postID=114115706821289753&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286578/posts/default/114115706821289753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286578/posts/default/114115706821289753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hangyourcoatup.blogspot.com/2006/02/could-you-see-it-if-it-was-you.html' title='Could you see it if it was you?'/><author><name>Rhonda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08474730604200430454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/15/94167482_01b0cec771.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10286578.post-114107044239510103</id><published>2006-02-27T14:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T15:00:42.423-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Be Prepared to be Shocked and Amazed!</title><content type='html'>I am happy to report my weekend was a good one.  I seem to be having more and more of them and it makes me very happy to know.  There was a time in my life when everything went wrong - and its just not that way now.  I mean I have had bumps and bruises along but that is to be expected.  I am feeling very blessed to have made it where I am and still be sane! &lt;/p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday night I took my girls to open gym with &lt;a href="http://www.atthehotspot.blogspot.com/"&gt;Lisa&lt;/a&gt; and K.  My girls love open gym.  They go for about 2 hrs and the Lisa and I go run some errands and then have a nice relaxing dinner without kids.  We really enjoyed ourselfs. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday I wake up in a very bad mood.  B got in bed with me that night and it was not a good night for either of us.  She couldnt breath very well.  It seemed to be in her head mostly and her lungs sounded clear.  Since I knew the girls had competition the next day I wanted to get her to the Dr. to get something to clear her head up.  So up early and to the Dr. we go only to find out she had strep.  I get her medicine and give it to her trying to make sure I get it in her so by the time we get to the competition she will no longer be contagious.  Then the BD wanted to take her bowling - against my gut I let her go.  She was exhausted when she returned. I put her to bed and the other monsters and took a lovely late dinner with the wonderful &lt;a href="http://myrunningonempty.com/"&gt;Brandi&lt;/a&gt;.  Our service sucked but the food was delicious and the company was great as always!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday B felt much better and slept better also and was ready for her exciting day.  Her and N did wonderfull.  All the girls did good.  B is on a team full of 8 and 9 year olds and she just turned 5.  The routines are much harder than she should be doing but she kept right up with the best of them!  We did end up taking 1st place!!  Yeah girls.  I think one of the best things about the entire day was that the BD was there to support his girls.  WOW.  Not only was he there but he arrived at the meeting point early in the morning - followed me and the rest of the moms to the competition and while there bought them and one of there closest friends all roses for doing so well.  Man we were all schocked!  He hung out the entire competition and didnt complain once-  it was amazing.  I dont know what got into him but the girls were loving it.  I was so happy to see there face light up that he was there.  Even my son was excited for the girls he was there to support them.  Way to go BD.  I have to give credit where credit is due!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all I had a good weekend.  Didnt get much cleaning done but that's ok I will make sure its done in the next couple of nights.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Monday - I hope everyone had a wonderful weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10286578-114107044239510103?l=hangyourcoatup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hangyourcoatup.blogspot.com/feeds/114107044239510103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10286578&amp;postID=114107044239510103&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286578/posts/default/114107044239510103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286578/posts/default/114107044239510103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hangyourcoatup.blogspot.com/2006/02/be-prepared-to-be-shocked-and-amazed.html' title='Be Prepared to be Shocked and Amazed!'/><author><name>Rhonda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08474730604200430454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/15/94167482_01b0cec771.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10286578.post-114080517633787904</id><published>2006-02-24T12:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-24T13:19:36.436-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dont forget!!  "I" am his mother!</title><content type='html'>What makes people think they can do and talk to my children just any kina way.  Maybe its because you dont think they will tell me, or mabye since you have them in your care for 8 hrs a day that means you can?!?!  Well I am here to tell you no matter what your reason is - It will NEVER fly with me!  You will not mistreat, degrade, disrespect or embarasse my children in any way, and if you do there will be hell to pay so you better be sure you have a damn good explination (and even then it wont be good enough)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week my son comes home from school and askes me if the school called me.  I said no because I hadn't heard from them at all.  So he proceeds to tell me what transpired that day.  He was pulled from his class and asked to bring all his belongings with him and was escorted to the principles office.  While in there with another lady the principle askes him if he wants to tell her anything or if anyone gave him anything today that he knows is not allowed in school.  He says no.  So she proceeds to go through all his books and binders - through his coat and then asked him to show her where is locker was.  They walk to his locker and she askes two teachers to watch him while she checks his locker.  Nothing was found and when he asked what they were looking for the reply was "we arent allowed to tell you" and then they sent him back to his class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then asked him "did they send a note home with you" and he says NO.  Well now I am hot!  How dare they search my son and not notify me AT ALL!!  They might not want to tell him but they WILL tell me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This happend on Friday and just so happens that there is no school on Monday so I have to wait until Tuesday to call.  Tuesday rolls around and I make my call and leave a message.  No response.  I call again and leave another message.  I still get no response.  Now I am getting pissed - as if I was pissed enough all ready.  I call one more time only to find out she is gone for the day.  WHAT IN THE HELL IS WRONG WITH THIS PICTURE??  Why does she not think I need to be notified.  When my son gets home on Tuesday I ask him if a note was sent home with him and of course the answer was no!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Wed I get to work and immediately call the department of education and inform them of the situation and they inform me that its not policy to call the parent but it is expected!  Then before I got off the phone they lady says she is calling the principle herself for me.  Not 20 min. later do I get a call from the principle apologizing to me for not contacting me and not getting back to me sooner.  I explained to her this is unacceptable and it better not happen again and that was that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call me crazy but what was she thinking?  He is MY son and if they would have found something they would have called my ass immediatly!  But they dont find what they are looking for and I dont get a call at all - not even an note sent home.  HELL NO!  I had to make sure they knew they could not do this to him or me.  How unprofessional is that - give me a break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still on the case because I want to know why an adult said he had something he shouldn't (oh she "says" they were looking for cigarettes) and why it took 2 teachers to watch him while she looked through his locker?  Are they singling him out?  Seems like it to me.  I will not just let this die down and will make it known to the school that they need to be helping him excel not hindering his educational experience!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10286578-114080517633787904?l=hangyourcoatup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hangyourcoatup.blogspot.com/feeds/114080517633787904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10286578&amp;postID=114080517633787904&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286578/posts/default/114080517633787904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286578/posts/default/114080517633787904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hangyourcoatup.blogspot.com/2006/02/dont-forget-i-am-his-mother.html' title='Dont forget!!  &quot;I&quot; am his mother!'/><author><name>Rhonda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08474730604200430454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/15/94167482_01b0cec771.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10286578.post-114055205902508450</id><published>2006-02-21T12:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-21T15:00:59.123-05:00</updated><title type='text'>We laughed and laughed and laughed</title><content type='html'>I had a very good weekend.  My mom and sister came down to visit me with my cute ass nephew.  Boy is he a hoot.  He has more energy than and 10 kids combined, WOW!  Brandi came over saturday with J and J2 and hung out with us.  Mom actually stopped cleaning to enjoy all the company for a bit.  But believe me that didnt last for very long, LOL.  She cleaned all freakin weekend.  Here is an example:  I had the dishwasher loaded, she was standing in the kitchen and decided to take some items out of the dishwasher and wash them by hand!?!?  Why you ask?  I have no freakin clue.  She just started washing some of them by hand - cups to be exact.  Now dont get me wrong my house isnt so dirty that it needed to be cleaned but she will find something to clean and of course she washed clothes.  Preaching how I shouldnt let my clothes sit in the dryer very long that I should pull them out immediately in order to save myself from having to iron them.  Ok mom I guess I should just stand down there why I wait for them to dry - and yes she did do that for 2 hours.  She found some things to clean while she was waiting.  Please understand I am not complaining but she just goes a little overboard.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My freakin nephew is one of the cutest little boys I have ever met and I am not just saying this cause he is my nephew - he really is.  My boo came to the door Saturday night and D was at the top of the stairs sittin with his pistol - well my boo comes in the house and D immediatly says "what are you doing" - not hearing what my boo said back I hear D say again "what are you doing..............I got this gun" pointing his little pistol right at him.  I fell the hell out.  My boo is standing at the bottom of the stairs with his hands up sayin "dont shoot, I come in peace" LOL  He had me rollin all weekend long.  He would keep saying "What the heck" or "What the" and then at the end of everything he says he has to add "boi", like: &lt;br /&gt;"what the heck are you sayin boi", LOL  Man he was funny as hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Mom already met him but my sister hadn't so she got to meet my boo and liked him a lot - he is such a sweetie I mean how can they not just love him, hehehehe.  We hung out and chilled until 1am Sunday morning.  N spent the night at Brandi's so she came back to chill for a bit on Sunday when she brought N back and then back again to watch our must see shows.  It was really great to hang out with almost all of the very most important people in my life.  I really had a wonderful weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspacescripts.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.myspaceimg.com/img/gl4ra79.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10286578-114055205902508450?l=hangyourcoatup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hangyourcoatup.blogspot.com/feeds/114055205902508450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10286578&amp;postID=114055205902508450&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286578/posts/default/114055205902508450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286578/posts/default/114055205902508450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hangyourcoatup.blogspot.com/2006/02/we-laughed-and-laughed-and-laughed.html' title='We laughed and laughed and laughed'/><author><name>Rhonda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08474730604200430454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/15/94167482_01b0cec771.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10286578.post-114011513605315527</id><published>2006-02-16T08:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T13:38:56.130-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentines Day and some Mo Shit</title><content type='html'>My Valentines day was nice.  I didnt go anywhere but that doesnt mean we didnt have a nice relaxing time together, hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B LOVES the new daycare facility.  I like it too.  It's a pre-k program so she does a lot and learns a lot.  They just adore her there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got 11 inches of snow over the weekend.  It was nice and now I want it gone.  Today its 63 - go figure??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls dont have Cheerleading tonight so that is a nice little break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got the kids report cards back.  N did do great but had a lot of compliments saying she is doing better than her report card showed. S did terrible!  I dont even want to talk about it.  He has been off the hook lately and is grounded for 2 weeks.  I swear it seems like he is always grounded.  I caught him throughing a snow ball at someones car window as they rode past him standing on the sidewalk - nice, huh?  I could have jerked a knot is his ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be posting pictures all week - some from my meme, some from my boo's party and some from Disney on Ice with Brandi and J, so look out for those.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lost and Invasion was off the chain last night - I love them damn shows.  I am an American Idol fan too so I got to see the top 24.  Next week it will be on 3 times - Tues, Wed, and Thurs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think (lets cross our fingers) I will be getting a computer for home in the next week or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so ready for the weekend! - come on Friday! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspacescripts.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.myspaceimg.com/img/gl4ra79.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10286578-114011513605315527?l=hangyourcoatup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hangyourcoatup.blogspot.com/feeds/114011513605315527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10286578&amp;postID=114011513605315527&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286578/posts/default/114011513605315527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286578/posts/default/114011513605315527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hangyourcoatup.blogspot.com/2006/02/valentines-day-and-some-mo-shit.html' title='Valentines Day and some Mo Shit'/><author><name>Rhonda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08474730604200430454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/15/94167482_01b0cec771.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10286578.post-114003114773169699</id><published>2006-02-15T14:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T14:19:07.756-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Not really a new post</title><content type='html'>Things have been hectic around here so a new "real" post will be done tomorrow.  Until then this was stolen from Brandi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://kevan.org/johari?name=RhondaP/"&gt;CLICK HERE&lt;/a&gt; and pick 5-6 words that you think describe me.  Have fun and be honest!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10286578-114003114773169699?l=hangyourcoatup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hangyourcoatup.blogspot.com/feeds/114003114773169699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10286578&amp;postID=114003114773169699&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286578/posts/default/114003114773169699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286578/posts/default/114003114773169699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hangyourcoatup.blogspot.com/2006/02/not-really-new-post.html' title='Not really a new post'/><author><name>Rhonda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08474730604200430454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/15/94167482_01b0cec771.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10286578.post-113949391431383880</id><published>2006-02-09T08:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T09:05:14.366-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Why cant YOU just say it?</title><content type='html'>Why is it so bad to say what you mean and mean what you say.  I think we have been conditioned thoughout our life to be overly sensitive to others peoples feelings.  I also think the people have been brought up to believe people dont really mean what they say so when someone comes along that does mean what they say the are rude, mean or insensitive.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me start with myslef.  I do admit that I dont say certain things to certain people out of the fear I will hurt there feelings.  I dont know how to say certain things nicely enough for the person to understand what I am saying and for it to come acrossn the way I want it to.  I know I need to learn how to say things less bluntly but its a work in progress and its not easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are people looked at with a scorned face because they say exactly what is on their mind.  Should you hold your toung just because someone else might not think what your saying is nice.  I admire people that can come right out and say what it is that needs to be said.  I think its refreshing.  I dont want to live in this pretend world where everything is candy coated.  Life is full of pain, heartach, joy and happiness and I want to experience it all.  Straight up give me the deal and let me deal with it.  Not everyone deals with things the way I do but that doesnt make them less of a person or better of a person.  We are all different and I think we should accept the differences in people whether we like it or not.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now lets talk about people who "think" they say what they mean but really dont. This goes along with Melinda's post about being "fake".  Why do some people feel they need to be fake or as I feel it is liers.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont always say what I feel or what I think but that is not lying.  Some people flat out lie.  WHY??  Why do people lie.  Out of fear they will hurt someones feelings? How can being truthful ever hurt someones feeligs?  I know the truth hurts but wouldnt you rather know the truth then be lied to?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do people feel the need to lie - to be fake.  What is it that makes them feel they need to lie.  I am sure I can come up with tons of excuses why people lie but all in all is it ever necessary?  Do you lie out of having no respect for someone because that is surly a disrespectful thing to do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lying is a cowardly act. Its the easy way out.  I am a firm believer that what comes around goes around and life is too short to hold back.  If you had one day left would you want to be real or would you lie?  If you had one day left would you care what people thought?  If you had one day left would you still pretend things were different than they really are?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if it was your last day would you do things differently? Would you be differnt that day than you have been all your life and if you answer is yes - then why not be that way each and everyday the lord gives you on this earth?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is short dont waste it with petty lies, rumors and fake people.  There is only one person you need to impress and if you dont know who HE is your problems are bigger than you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspacescripts.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.myspaceimg.com/img/gl4ra79.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10286578-113949391431383880?l=hangyourcoatup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hangyourcoatup.blogspot.com/feeds/113949391431383880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10286578&amp;postID=113949391431383880&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286578/posts/default/113949391431383880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286578/posts/default/113949391431383880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hangyourcoatup.blogspot.com/2006/02/why-cant-you-just-say-it.html' title='Why cant YOU just say it?'/><author><name>Rhonda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08474730604200430454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/15/94167482_01b0cec771.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10286578.post-113932716574103060</id><published>2006-02-07T10:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T10:46:05.766-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Caller ID anyone???</title><content type='html'>Keep the requests for pictures coming.  I see that some of you lurkers arent leaving me a response so I just wanted to say again all are always welcome - even if you dont stay. &lt;a href="http://www.myspacescripts.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.myspaceimg.com/img/a10Ar8y.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY weekend was good.  Friday night my 15 year old neice went skating with S and N and there friends from the neighborhood.  They had a ball.  All I heard when I picked them up was "OMG Aunt Rhonda the girls are all over S the entire time".  Oh man am I gonna have troubles!!  D Melinda's son spent the night and decided it would be fun to prank call people at 1am so what did the boys do - just that!  My Boo's son, S and D I guess not remembering there is this little thing called Caller ID start dialing random numbers and prank calling people.  How did I find out you ask - well one of them was seriously pissed and called back to cuss them out.  That is when I woke up and went straight to S's room to retrieve the phone.  Grounded you ask??? HELL YEAH!!  I swear that damn boy stays grounded - shit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday I took B to Gymnastics and was meeting Brandi at my house afterwards - I actually pulled in right behind her.  Shortly after that Melinda arrived to get D and I proceeded to tell her about there exciting evening of mischief.  She hung out for about an hour and then rollled out and Brandi and I just chilled for a couple more hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday I thought would be relaxing but turned out to be crazy.  I took N and B to Cheerleading and realized it was there valentines party.  I actually new it was coming up but due to the fact that I left all my emails from the coach at work sitting on my desk - I didnt realize it was acutally this practice - dduuhhhhh!! My girls didnt do any valentines for any of the girls.  So after helping the coach set the mats up I run to the store to purchase valentines for them and sit in the van and fill them all out.  I also bought 2 bags of M &amp; M's to give with the valentines and found out quickly I didnt buy enough and had to go back to the freakin store and purchase 1 more bag of freakin M &amp; M's, man I was hot.  Now remember I have to still take a shower and drop off B with my dad and get to Brandi's for the superbowl party by 6pm - its now 3:45 and it takes at least 30 min to get to where I need to meet to drop B off and 30 min back.  I had planned on taking my shower after I dropped the girls off at practice but I spent the entire time filing out valentines for them.  I was about 10 min late arriving at Brandi's but that was ok because the game had just begun.  We had a blast - as usual!  Good food, good company and lots of fun.  I have pictures but I am not sure when I will get a chance to post them - we will see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are moving our office here at work so all this week we are packing and getting to wear jeans.  What a freakin treat.  I love it!!!  Next week I will be bloggin from my new location.  I will also take pics of my current location and of the new one so everyone can see.  Happy Tuesday!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspacescripts.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.myspaceimg.com/img/gl4ra79.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10286578-113932716574103060?l=hangyourcoatup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hangyourcoatup.blogspot.com/feeds/113932716574103060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10286578&amp;postID=113932716574103060&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286578/posts/default/113932716574103060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286578/posts/default/113932716574103060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hangyourcoatup.blogspot.com/2006/02/caller-id-anyone.html' title='Caller ID anyone???'/><author><name>Rhonda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08474730604200430454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/15/94167482_01b0cec771.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10286578.post-113899496345322573</id><published>2006-02-03T13:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-03T14:59:07.646-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dont Party too hard!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;It's Friday "now" and the weekends here I need to unwind with the paaaaartaaayyy.........mister dejay Deeeeeejayyyyy,&lt;/strong&gt; come one everybody sing with me.......&lt;strong&gt;I am ready to call my friend so we can boogie down where's the paaaaaartaaaayyy............heeey heeeeeey mister dejaaaayyy.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so ready for this weekend.  I havent caught back up yet.  I have my landlord coming at 9:30 am tomorrow and I am not happy about it.  Well I am cause he is fixing something for me but not happy that I have to be up and ready by then.  B has gymnastics saturday and I guess I will clean up since I will be at Brandi's on Sunday for the superbowl.  I think my momma and sister are coming down saturday to chill with me.  My sister hasnt seen new place yet.  Hey neither have you guys....................so I guess I will do a meme.  Everyone near and far, locals, visitors and passer buyers give me a list of 3 things you want me to take a picture of and I will post them within the next week. Don't be shy now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a wonderful weekend all and I will catch yall on the flip side!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspacescripts.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.myspaceimg.com/img/gl4ra79.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10286578-113899496345322573?l=hangyourcoatup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hangyourcoatup.blogspot.com/feeds/113899496345322573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10286578&amp;postID=113899496345322573&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286578/posts/default/113899496345322573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286578/posts/default/113899496345322573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hangyourcoatup.blogspot.com/2006/02/dont-party-too-hard.html' title='Dont Party too hard!'/><author><name>Rhonda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08474730604200430454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/15/94167482_01b0cec771.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10286578.post-113890655983794834</id><published>2006-02-02T13:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T14:12:52.256-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The wonders of sleep</title><content type='html'>Oh my goodness I feel sooooo much better today.  I got some much needed sleep last night and I am feeling good. Not only was I tired yesterday but I was a MEAN BITCH.  I know I know very hard to imagine, hehehe, but it's true.  I could have ripped someones head off with my bear hands I was so angry.  &lt;a href="http://www.myspacescripts.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img6.picsplace.to/img6/10/myspaceicons98.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Shew.......I am glad that is over.  I didnt like feeling that way at all.  It was so out of character for me.&lt;a href="http://www.myspacescripts.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img8.picsplace.to/img8/7/yay.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have an interview with a center on Tuesday for B.  I am very excited.  I didnt want to choose a place just because it was my only option but rather than because it was a good place for her.  So far, I do feel that this is a very good place for her and that its not a last resort although it is.  She will be in the 4 year old program eventhough she is 5.  Its their pre-school program and she has never been in a pre-school program so I thought even though she is in a class full of younger kids it will still be very beneficial for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cross your fingers for me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bigoo.ws"&gt;&lt;img alt="myspace" border="0" src="http://content5.bigoo.ws/content/glitter/letters_red/red_word_30.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bigoo.ws"&gt;&lt;img alt="myspace" border="0" src="http://content5.bigoo.ws/content/glitter/letters_red/red_word_9.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bigoo.ws"&gt;&lt;img alt="myspace" border="0" src="http://content5.bigoo.ws/content/glitter/letters_red/red_word_1.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bigoo.ws"&gt;&lt;img alt="myspace" border="0" src="http://content5.bigoo.ws/content/glitter/letters_red/red_word_4.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bigoo.ws"&gt;&lt;img alt="myspace" border="0" src="http://content5.bigoo.ws/content/glitter/letters_red/red_word_9.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bigoo.ws"&gt;&lt;img alt="myspace" border="0" src="http://content5.bigoo.ws/content/glitter/letters_red/red_word_28.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bigoo.ws"&gt;&lt;img alt="myspace" border="0" src="http://content5.bigoo.ws/content/glitter/letters_red/red_word_42.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bigoo.ws"&gt;&lt;img alt="myspace" border="0" src="http://content5.bigoo.ws/content/glitter/letters_red/red_word_39.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10286578-113890655983794834?l=hangyourcoatup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hangyourcoatup.blogspot.com/feeds/113890655983794834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10286578&amp;postID=113890655983794834&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286578/posts/default/113890655983794834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286578/posts/default/113890655983794834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hangyourcoatup.blogspot.com/2006/02/wonders-of-sleep.html' title='The wonders of sleep'/><author><name>Rhonda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08474730604200430454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/15/94167482_01b0cec771.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10286578.post-113880506928222401</id><published>2006-02-01T09:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-01T09:44:29.283-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Do Not Disturb!</title><content type='html'>SSSSSSSSSSHHHHHHHHHHH be very quiet. I am sleeping - see.....  Yes I am at work but I am sleeping.  I was here 17 hours yesterday - got home at about 12:15am and I am now back at work trying to make it till 3:30.  It was a very long night at work and even longer one at home (story saved for another day).  I hope to be back to normal tomorrow but for now I am catchin some zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Night!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10286578-113880506928222401?l=hangyourcoatup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hangyourcoatup.blogspot.com/feeds/113880506928222401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10286578&amp;postID=113880506928222401&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286578/posts/default/113880506928222401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286578/posts/default/113880506928222401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hangyourcoatup.blogspot.com/2006/02/do-not-disturb.html' title='Do Not Disturb!'/><author><name>Rhonda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08474730604200430454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/15/94167482_01b0cec771.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10286578.post-113872028357277760</id><published>2006-01-31T09:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T11:42:47.906-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rare Form</title><content type='html'>Yes everyone that is what I am in today! HAHAHA  I have to work from 7:30am to 12:00am today and I have had 2 things of coffee already.  I know that might not seem to be a lot to yall, but for me it is.  I had a good weekend.  Pretty much it was relaxing.  I did get a chance to see 40 Year Old Virgin and it was DUMB!  It had some funny parts but as a whole it was not good.  I also got a chance to see Hustle and Flow.  Man that was good!  I would have liked to see it end differently but it was still off the chain.  I highly recommend it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still looking for daycare for B.  I have decided to call some centers today and see what's up.  The girl that keeps N doesnt want to anymore so now I am searching for someone for her too.  She doesnt think its her place to disipline her so N runs all over her - What the fuck do you expect???  Oh well I dont want my daughter some place she isnt wanted anyway!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will leave you with these tid bits about ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEE9E9" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Confident Sexy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFAFA"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yournewromance.com/whatkindofsexyareyouquiz/confident-sexy.gif" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're one sexy chica, and you know it.&lt;br /&gt;You've got the confidence to strut your stuff...&lt;br /&gt;And approach any man who happens to catch your eye.&lt;br /&gt;You may make the guys run away, but the true men will appreciate your moxie.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/whatkindofsexyareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Sexy Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check me out yall!  Its funny how these things seem to really jive with who you are.  They do for me anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFDAB9" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are a Normal Girl&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFE7D2"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yournewromance.com/areyouagoodgirlorabadgirlquiz/normal-girl.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are 40% Good and 60% Bad&lt;br /&gt;Sure you've pulled some bad girl stunts in your past.&lt;br /&gt;But these days, you're (mostly) a good girl.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/areyouagoodgirlorabadgirlquiz/"&gt;Are You a Good Girl or a Bad Girl?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10286578-113872028357277760?l=hangyourcoatup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hangyourcoatup.blogspot.com/feeds/113872028357277760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10286578&amp;postID=113872028357277760&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286578/posts/default/113872028357277760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286578/posts/default/113872028357277760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hangyourcoatup.blogspot.com/2006/01/rare-form.html' title='Rare Form'/><author><name>Rhonda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08474730604200430454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/15/94167482_01b0cec771.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10286578.post-113830737039394757</id><published>2006-01-26T15:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-27T15:28:30.203-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Spicy!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#999999" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Love Element Is Fire&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatelementisyourlovequiz/fire.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In love, you are a true listener and totally present.&lt;br /&gt;For you, love is all about feeling more alive than you've ever felt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You attract others with your joy and passion.&lt;br /&gt;Your flirting style is defined by your strong ability to communicate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fun and play are the cornerstones of your love life.&lt;br /&gt;And while your flame may burn too brightly, it's part of your appeal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You connect best with: Wood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avoid: Water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You and another Fire element: will likely burn out quickly&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/whatelementisyourlovequiz/"&gt;What Element Is Your Love?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a wonderful weekend!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10286578-113830737039394757?l=hangyourcoatup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hangyourcoatup.blogspot.com/feeds/113830737039394757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10286578&amp;postID=113830737039394757&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286578/posts/default/113830737039394757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286578/posts/default/113830737039394757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hangyourcoatup.blogspot.com/2006/01/im-spicy.html' title='I&apos;m Spicy!!'/><author><name>Rhonda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08474730604200430454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/15/94167482_01b0cec771.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10286578.post-113828495750478065</id><published>2006-01-26T09:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-26T09:23:33.293-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I missed it!</title><content type='html'>Thats right everyone I missed B loosing her first freakin tooth. =(  The last time one of my children would ever loose there first tooth and I was not there to capture it =(  =(  =(  I am so freakin pissed, sad, mad, hurt, excited, angry!  I know even if I did have a new daycare lady I would have still missed it but I am still sad.  How could it be my little sweetie lost her tooth without me.  I will never be able to get that back - its gone!  I feel so robbed.  I might sound stupid but this shit cuts like a freakin knife!  I am not having any more children and I need to savor every moment she is little and all her "firsts".  I mean if I won the lottery I would have more children but since I dont even play that aint gonna happen.  This is very upsetting to me and I am so damn sad................I just dont know what to do.  I know I cant do anything but I almost feel violated - like someone stole something precious from me.  Shit in a sence that is exactly what happend.  DAMN IT!!!  I am in mourning!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10286578-113828495750478065?l=hangyourcoatup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hangyourcoatup.blogspot.com/feeds/113828495750478065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10286578&amp;postID=113828495750478065&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286578/posts/default/113828495750478065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286578/posts/default/113828495750478065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hangyourcoatup.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-missed-it.html' title='I missed it!'/><author><name>Rhonda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08474730604200430454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/15/94167482_01b0cec771.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10286578.post-113811907385225916</id><published>2006-01-24T10:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T12:30:39.583-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss my baby!</title><content type='html'>Since all this mess with the daycare lady B has been at my dad's house during the week and home with me on the weekends.  Man do I miss her.  I have a couple of people to interview so I am hoping to be done with all of this by next week.  I havent told her she isnt going back to the other lady but she did tell my step mom she didnt miss K at all.  That she never used to do things with her at all.  My poor little sweetie.  She is such an easy child to keep - so damn pleasant.  I know what you thinking how could she be mine - well shit I am thinking the same damn thing! LOL  I will be so happy to have her back and then wont be able to wait to give her up again.  Isnt that how it always works?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My weekend was good although I didnt sleep very well.  Sometimes I will go through this and my neck hurts and I cant sleep good.  My circulation keeps getting cut off and shit like that.  It drives me nuts.  I did get to sleep last night and I slep very well - so well I didnt even hear my TV come one.  I have the timer set and didnt even flinch when that sucker came on, LOL.  The party for my boo was a lot of fun.  We had great food, great company and a super fun time!  We played cards, drank lots of alcohol - well at least I did and had all the girls in the house on the dance floor goovin like we were out DC somewhere.  It was great!  My boo had a wonderful time - we sang happy birthday and had brownies instead of the traditional cake.  The brownies were off the damn hook - we cut them and they were gone in about 10 minutes, LOL (btw I made the brownies, hehehe)  I wont even mention who won the card game cause yall already know, HA. Sorry Love!  We will definitely have a rematch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday I got my hair professionally colored my normal bright alburn.  LOVE IT!  This girl I had to my hair is off the chain - I have never had my hair done this well before ever.  Dont even ask me who she is cause I am not tellin - she is so good I dont want the word to get out and then she doesnt have time for me - right?!? LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so ready to go home today.  I am not too tired I just cant get motivated....aaaarrrrggggg!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10286578-113811907385225916?l=hangyourcoatup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hangyourcoatup.blogspot.com/feeds/113811907385225916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10286578&amp;postID=113811907385225916&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286578/posts/default/113811907385225916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286578/posts/default/113811907385225916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hangyourcoatup.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-miss-my-baby.html' title='I miss my baby!'/><author><name>Rhonda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08474730604200430454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/15/94167482_01b0cec771.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10286578.post-113778507567700474</id><published>2006-01-20T14:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-20T14:24:35.676-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Boo!!</title><content type='html'>Today is my boo's birthday and I wanted to give him a shout out.  See my hot new outift I got for him over there to the right, hehehe.  I am lookin smokin!!  Got my hair did too - Watch Out. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you have a wonderful day babe!  You have put a smile on my face and a spring in my step.  Your a wonderful man and an even better father.  I didnt think in a million years we would be so damn good together - but we are.  And just think this is only the beginning.....................................hehehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXOXOXOXOXO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10286578-113778507567700474?l=hangyourcoatup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hangyourcoatup.blogspot.com/feeds/113778507567700474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10286578&amp;postID=113778507567700474&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286578/posts/default/113778507567700474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286578/posts/default/113778507567700474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hangyourcoatup.blogspot.com/2006/01/happy-birthday-boo.html' title='Happy Birthday Boo!!'/><author><name>Rhonda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08474730604200430454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/15/94167482_01b0cec771.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10286578.post-113768026442068750</id><published>2006-01-19T08:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-19T09:17:44.506-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bob and weave is the name of the game</title><content type='html'>In my life things will go according to plan with the normal bumps, jumps and hurdles and then all of a sudden a mountain appears out of nowhare.  I am sure its just a test but none the less a freakin test.  I would like to think I am learning how to better deal with each situation I am forced to handle.  I would also like to think I let it worry me less and less each time and just put it in GOD's hands and trust he will guide me through it all.  Well on Friday the 13th I get a call from Social Services, now if you have been reading my blog for a while now you will know I dont get along with them very well.  They call to inform me they have gone to B's daycare to talk to her.  Now I am starting to sweat and I can feel my blood pressure rising.  She then goes on to tell me that a case has been brought against my daycare lady K and they were calling me because it's there policy to notify the parent when they talk to the child.  Number 1  why didnt they call me before they talked to my child, NUmber 2 why are you talking to my child!  She gave me her name and number and said I could call and talk to her if I had any questions.  My first question was what the hell is going on.  She was unable to speak about it with me at that time but advised me to call the daycare lady K to get more information.  I call K immediatley and get what little information I could.  A woman with twins that used to take her girls to this daycare called them because K's son who is 20 bought all the kids a christmas present and during the christmas party touched her daughter on her leg inappropriatley.  She mentioned how there were other things the lady told them but not as significant as that.  After I hung up the phone I started calling around to different daycares in hope to get some interviews set up.  I mean whether the story is true or not how could I ever feel comfortable taking her there again.  I dont hold anything against K or her son and I am not accusing either of them of anything but we are talking about my little girl.  It only takes one time for something to happen and her life to be changed forever.  I can not and will not risk that, especially with the information I have now been given.  Am I wrong?  Should I give her the benefit of the doubt?  I need to know what yall think - HONESTLY.  I have yet to find another place to put her and it seems as if this will be a long process.  No one has openings and if they do they dont open early enough.  So the search is on.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of this is happening at the end of the day so while all of this is going on I am still waiting for my son to call me to let me know he is home.  The time has come and gone and no call from my son.  Now I am starting to worry and call around to see if anyone has seen him or knows where he is.  As I am on my way home I get a call from the school to say the is in the office can I come get him.  He was in a fight.  Not only was he in a fight but he beat the mess out of the kid.  He is suspended for 5 days pending further investigation.  Further investigation because they are looking into whether or not it was assult he beat him so bad.  Well needless to say his butt has been grounded since last Friday and will be until a hunter green moon appears in the night sky.  The did call me and they lessened his suspension to 3 days out of school and 2 days in.  I have a reinstatment meeting at 8:30am tomorrow and will hopefully get some more information on what they have decided.  I will let you know what the final outcome is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am having a party for my boo this weekend for his Birthday tomorrow.  All I will say is that he is older than me and loving every minute of it.  I am very excited and know it will be a wonderful time.  Of coures pictures will be around either here or over at Brandi's spot - you know she is much better at posting pictures in a timely manner than me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10286578-113768026442068750?l=hangyourcoatup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hangyourcoatup.blogspot.com/feeds/113768026442068750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10286578&amp;postID=113768026442068750&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286578/posts/default/113768026442068750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286578/posts/default/113768026442068750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hangyourcoatup.blogspot.com/2006/01/bob-and-weave-is-name-of-game.html' title='Bob and weave is the name of the game'/><author><name>Rhonda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08474730604200430454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/15/94167482_01b0cec771.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10286578.post-113751478843334695</id><published>2006-01-17T08:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-17T11:19:48.513-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What is "true" friendship to me?</title><content type='html'>All this talk about friendship has taken my mind on a trip back in time to when I had a bunch of "friends" that really weren't.  I do have people from the past that are friends and best friends at that time, people that for some reason or another weren't meant to stay any longer than they did.  Like everyone does I have people I thought were my friends and soon found out I was wrong.  I do believe that "true" friends are like diamonds in the rough and your are truly blessed "if" you happen to get the opportunity to have one.  With that said you have to be willing to give yourself totally 100% in order to receive a "true" friend.  I understand that is a lot of trust but sometimes you just have to take that leap.  With time you will find friends come and go but soon you will see if you have that one or two or how ever many still around willing to do whatever and stay around no matter what is going on with you and in your life and you will see that leap of faith isnt too hard.  Friends go through ups and downs and maybe you drift apart and maybe you dont but if you do for whatever reason a "true" friend will be waiting on the other side and that relationship will come back even stronger.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True friends dont play the blame game.  If something happens and that friend comes to you because of something you did or didnt do - you will be hurt you didnt see it that way.  Not mad, not selfish and certainly not combative and defensive, but what you will feel is sad, sorry and angry at yourself for the mistake you made.  True friends dont hold things against you - ever!  It's a two way street - its a give and a take and to have a truly sucessful one like any other relationship you have to work on it.  You have to be open minded and you have to learn from your mistakes.  I know I keep saying what "you" have to do but that goes for everyone.  There cant be stipulations in a "true" friendship.  Its' the rarest of realtionships but its also the rawest.  You have to be able to say what you want or ask what you want and get the feedback you need unflitered - in the rawest form.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learned all of this myself - it was a very hard painful lesson but none the less a very good lesson learned.  I have had every type of friend imaginable and have realized its not the the quantity its the quality.  Like so many other things in life you cant take it for granted you have to know sometimes your wrong and mistakes happen and you learn from them.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True friends are like wine they only get better with time.  I have found a true friend and no she isnt perfect but I know without a doubt that no matter what I can count on her through thick and thin. I didn't discover this overnight and it took a lot to get where we are.  We have gone through ups and downs but that is what makes what we have so very special.  Although we could hold things against each other from the past we dont - we learn from it and only grow stronger.  We never fight!  We might not agree on everything but accept each other differences in opinon and style.  We talk about everything and welcome what the other one has to say.  I am not trying to sound all sappy but that is what a "true" friendship is to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10286578-113751478843334695?l=hangyourcoatup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hangyourcoatup.blogspot.com/feeds/113751478843334695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10286578&amp;postID=113751478843334695&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286578/posts/default/113751478843334695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286578/posts/default/113751478843334695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hangyourcoatup.blogspot.com/2006/01/what-is-true-friendship-to-me.html' title='What is &quot;true&quot; friendship to me?'/><author><name>Rhonda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08474730604200430454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/15/94167482_01b0cec771.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10286578.post-113692065931041121</id><published>2006-01-10T13:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T14:17:39.350-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I thought Christmas was over?</title><content type='html'>That is what everyone that sees my house is saying, LOL.  I still have my Christmas lights up and yes I still keep turning them on every night.  &lt;a href="http://myrunningonempty.com/"&gt;Brandi&lt;/a&gt; thinks I am crazy and doesnt want me to turn them on.  She says fine I havent had the time to take them down but shit Rhonda dont freakin turn them on! LOL  I know I get it.  The only reason I dont have my tree still up is because Brandi and my Boo took it down for me, LOL.  I swear I am not lazy I just dont get much help and always have a ton of things to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just recently sign B up for cheerleading.  I would have put N in it too but at this present time she is failing and I do not reward that kind of behavior (but that is a whole nother post).  Sunday was only her 3rd practice and she is already getting it.  Remembering the words to the cheers and doing amazingly well.  She is only 5 and on a squad with 7, 8 and 9 year olds I think. But no one is as young as her.  I am so proud of her!!  She got her uniform Sunday.  That is all she has been talking about since she started was when was I gonna get her her outfit. You couldn't wipe the smile off her face once she had that damn outfit in her hand =).  As soon as we got home she tells me "momma I need to put on my outfit so I can pwactice"  I stayed after a little with the coach so she could teach me a little of the cheer so I could help her at home.  As soon as we get home she goes and puts her outfit on and we pwactice, LOL.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very happy for the 3 day weekend I am getting ready to have.  My mom is coming to stay with me Sunday and Monday to help me get the basement straight.  I am so thankful.  She got them a pool/ping pong/card table for christmas and I need to put it up.  I am getting a loveseat from my brother to put down there so the kids have something to sit on while playing PS2 or watching TV.  I have a lot of ideas for the area I just hope I can accomplish them all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are going wacky at work again and I just might be changing rolls for the 2nd time in 2 months.  I dont mind but being held in suspense is just killing me.  No matter what comes of all of this I know HE has a plan for me and I am just here to follow, although Big Bright Red Letters would help! ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10286578-113692065931041121?l=hangyourcoatup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hangyourcoatup.blogspot.com/feeds/113692065931041121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10286578&amp;postID=113692065931041121&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286578/posts/default/113692065931041121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286578/posts/default/113692065931041121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hangyourcoatup.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-thought-christmas-was-over.html' title='I thought Christmas was over?'/><author><name>Rhonda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08474730604200430454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/15/94167482_01b0cec771.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10286578.post-113657642484430387</id><published>2006-01-06T14:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-06T14:40:24.900-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I may have gotten lucky</title><content type='html'>When I decided to move to a differnt nieghborhood in my town I had no clue it would change my entire life.  I was short on people to help me move and the day before I had gone past a friends house that lived in the neighborhood to say hey I am your new neighbor.  Well little did I know that he of all people would be my new hobby, lol.  The next day knowing he was home since my son spent the night with his son we had him come over to help out, and being the sweetie he is he did.  At about 1pm everyone had plans to keep and rolled out on me except for him and Brandi's husband.  Thank the lord for him and Brandi's husband cause that shit would have never gotten done if it weren't for them.  Well we have been talking ever since.  Taking things nice and slow - just they way they should be done.  He really is a sweetie.  He is very good to me and my kids.  He makes me laugh.  He is very patient with me cause I am a bitch.  I mean I am sweet and kind but I do expect a lot from people and he is always willing to rise to the occasion to give me what I need.  He is always willing to help with whatever I need.  He comes over every single night to sometime just sit while I do what I need to do around the house.  I have been fighting with myself on whether I like him a lot or just like him and I have decided which one it is.  I mean I have a lot more to learn about him but I think I am gonna take it to the next level with him and.............................call him my boo! Yep thats right yall I am taking that leap!  hehehehe What the hell were yall thinkin - I mean that is the only other next possible level kids!!! =)  He doesnt like to take pictures so I will try and convince him my friends want to see what he is workin with and I need to flaunt him a bit.  I anticipate many more blogs about this one ladies!!! **fingers crossed**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont have much planned for the weekend and that is how I like it. I have a house to clean and some rest to get.  Happy Friday!!!!!  Have a Wonderful Weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10286578-113657642484430387?l=hangyourcoatup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hangyourcoatup.blogspot.com/feeds/113657642484430387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10286578&amp;postID=113657642484430387&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286578/posts/default/113657642484430387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286578/posts/default/113657642484430387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hangyourcoatup.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-may-have-gotten-lucky.html' title='I may have gotten lucky'/><author><name>Rhonda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08474730604200430454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/15/94167482_01b0cec771.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10286578.post-113631139981761463</id><published>2006-01-03T13:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T13:26:37.803-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year</title><content type='html'>My birthday was a lot of fun.  Brandi got me a dirt devil cordless vac for my wood floors.  It works on carpet too so I can do my stairs with ease - instead of luggin that big ass vacuume up the stairs.  My "friend" took me out to dinner, bought me a CD I wanted and had flowers delivered to my house, hehehe.  Such a sweetie he is!  Brandi and I met Melinda at the bar/club and had lots of drinks and danced.  I didnt take any pictures so if you want to see some hop over to &lt;a href="http://myrunningonempty.com/"&gt;Brandi's&lt;/a&gt; spot cause she was the picture taker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2006 is here.  I rang in the new year with my sister and boy did we have a blast!  10 of us took a Navigator Limo from VA to DC (1.5 hr drive)- needless to say we were trashed once we arrived at the club uuuummmmmm at 8pm, LOL - then for the next two hours it was free drinks.  Good thing they had a HUGE buffett so we didnt fall the hell out from drinkin so much, hehehe.  I did take pictures of that and will post them as soon as I get a chance so dont anyone hold their breath, LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have decided that my NY Resolution is to lose some weight- with all the pictures that have been taken of me lately I am not very happy.  It looks like I have a whole nother face under my chin - shit!  Its just plain be-sgusting!  So that is what I am working on changing this year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I havent taken down any of my decorations - inside or out.  I have been out of town for freakin days.  I will try to get all that mess down little by little this week - I am soooo tired of looking at that mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.....how was everyone elses NYE?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10286578-113631139981761463?l=hangyourcoatup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hangyourcoatup.blogspot.com/feeds/113631139981761463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10286578&amp;postID=113631139981761463&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286578/posts/default/113631139981761463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286578/posts/default/113631139981761463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hangyourcoatup.blogspot.com/2006/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year'/><author><name>Rhonda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08474730604200430454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/15/94167482_01b0cec771.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10286578.post-113594872498802303</id><published>2005-12-30T08:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-30T08:25:55.616-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to Me!!</title><content type='html'>Well I have entered a new group of people.  I am no longer in my twenties - they have come and gone.  I cant believe how fast time has flown by.  I am not sad I am 30 today I am just sad that I am 30, LOL.  I know I am talkin crazy.  I am getting older and that is never easy.  I haven't owned a home yet.  I don't have a husband (not that I want one now anyway) but I havent gotten to that point yet.  I am a freakin Old Maid already.  My girl Brandi says I am too picky and I push people away but I say I just havent met "the one" yet because when I do he will put up with all my shit and then some! I am being taken out tonight to shake by botay and I can hardly wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a wonderful weekend and a Happy New Year - may this one be better than the last!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10286578-113594872498802303?l=hangyourcoatup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hangyourcoatup.blogspot.com/feeds/113594872498802303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10286578&amp;postID=113594872498802303&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286578/posts/default/113594872498802303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286578/posts/default/113594872498802303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hangyourcoatup.blogspot.com/2005/12/happy-birthday-to-me.html' title='Happy Birthday to Me!!'/><author><name>Rhonda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08474730604200430454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/15/94167482_01b0cec771.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10286578.post-113579607870288748</id><published>2005-12-28T13:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-28T13:54:38.726-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Shew!</title><content type='html'>Well its all over - the big hooplla has come and gone.  What a busy season.  We had a wonderful christmas - all of us.  Everyone got what they wanted and we got to spend time with our family.  What more could we ask for.  Although the BD never called or came buy to see his kids (they are used to that) the days were perfect!  Oh he did call me last night to ask if he could calim one of the kids on his taxes and just happend to forget to ask how the kids christmas was.  Gotta love what a GREAT father he is, huh?!?!  I just got back to work today after being off for 5 days.  What a nice break that was.  I was actually glad to come back to work.  Especailly since I only have to work (if you want to call it that) for 3 days and then I am off for another 3 and then only work for 4 next week.  Man cant beat that!  I am going to spend New Years with my sister again this year.  I did it last year and we had a ball so we will see what happens this year.  The day after is my nephews B-day so that is the real reason I am going to VA.  Since I have to be there on the 1st I might as well just go up the day before and spend it with her that way if I get trashed I still wont miss the BIG 3 Year old party.  WOW 3 already.  Time really flies.  So lets see.........Friday I will be trashed, Saturday I will be trased, shit I hope I remember what fun I am gonna have. LOL  I was glad to hear how wonderful everyone's christmas was.  2005 was a great year for me.  I havent had a great year in a long time - I havent even had a good year in a long time - I mean really long time.  2005 was GREAT!!  I hope to have many more like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a Happy New Year everyone and GOD bless! If you happen to go out be very careful!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10286578-113579607870288748?l=hangyourcoatup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hangyourcoatup.blogspot.com/feeds/113579607870288748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10286578&amp;postID=113579607870288748&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286578/posts/default/113579607870288748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286578/posts/default/113579607870288748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hangyourcoatup.blogspot.com/2005/12/shew.html' title='Shew!'/><author><name>Rhonda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08474730604200430454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/15/94167482_01b0cec771.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10286578.post-113528034186964384</id><published>2005-12-22T14:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-22T14:39:01.890-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas!</title><content type='html'>I think its dumb to say Happy Holidays instead of Merry Christmas. I mean you can say happy holidays but not because you cant say merry christmas.  It's not said to offend anyone and its not being pushed upon that said person(s) that dont believe or celebrate its just what is said to wish you the best.  Get the hell over it!  I am not trying to be mean but it really aggrivates me what this world is turning into and how "politically correct" we are trying to make us become.  I understand and all but lets not lose who we are in the process.  I am not tyrint to offend anyone or be ignorant but this shit is getting out of hand.  Being different and having our own opinions is what makes the world so special.  We all have our own way and it doesnt bother me a bit that you dont believe in the same things I do so why should it bother you what I believe in??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my Friday and I am not back until Dec. 28th.  No posting from home with an absent computer so I will hook up with everyone next week.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a very Merry Christmas!! **BIG HUGS**&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10286578-113528034186964384?l=hangyourcoatup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hangyourcoatup.blogspot.com/feeds/113528034186964384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10286578&amp;postID=113528034186964384&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286578/posts/default/113528034186964384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286578/posts/default/113528034186964384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hangyourcoatup.blogspot.com/2005/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas!'/><author><name>Rhonda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08474730604200430454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/15/94167482_01b0cec771.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10286578.post-113501001387359826</id><published>2005-12-19T11:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-19T12:06:59.550-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Only for my LOYAL readers</title><content type='html'>I know I dont update as much as I should but do you really want to hear me say everyday I went to work, came home, cleaned up, did some laundry, cooked dinner, gave baths, did homework??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been slowly getting my shopping done.  A littl hear and a little there.  I am almost done except for a couple more things for my kids.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S got 2 detentions in 2 weeks - one for doing the bend and snap (from legally blonde) and the other for being late to class 3 times in a row.  Needless to say he has been grownded since last week and not happy about it.  He tried to get off for the weekend by saying - I cant be grownded on the weekend, cant I get a little break?  Yeah right kid that is the best time to be on - from a mothers perspective, hehehehe.  He is not to happy but lets see how many more detentions he gets by the end of the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N who just turned 9 was telling her 5 year old sister that Adam and Eve went uh,uh,uh and had baby Jesus?!?!?! WOW - where she got that from we will never know.  I did ask her but she said she just said it that no one told her that.  I first explained you dont say things like that to other people that if you want to talk about things like you only talk with your mother about them.  Second that is not what happend - Adam and Eve had nothing to do with baby Jesus being born and Third you dont give information that you really aren't sure is correct.  She also told her sister that her mom and dad went uh,uh,uh and had her.  That called for another grownding so she was grownded for 2 days last week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B as sweet as she wants to be has been an angel.  She doesnt really get into much.  She is so cute and really a creature of habbit.  If you tell her once to do something a certain way then that is how she will do it.  If you do something with her and she likes it - you better be prepared to keep doing it cause she will not let you NOT do it. LOL  I have been looking into a new provider for her but I dont think I will change her just yet.  I interviewed a lady and she just wasnt good enough for my little sweetie.  I will continue to keep looking but I havent found the "one" yet.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to my christmas party and had a wonderful time.  I didnt get to dance at the party so I had to go dancing afterwards - that was fun!  I mean I had an itch I had to satisfy and I would not have been able to go home without getting that shit out!  I didnt take any pictures =( I know I know I am in the dog house but I was kinda rushed once picture time rolled around.  Maybe next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am working all week - I would like to take off but dont have the time.  Oh well it will be so slow in here I will be looking for things to do.  I had a productive weekend - but then again normally I do.  I run like crazy on the weekends - I will be so happy to just relax after the holidays come.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**FYI** My birthday is on the 30th so that means its only 11 days away - the big 30 on the 30th.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my christmas card from &lt;a href="http://mycrazylife.com/"&gt;Mary&lt;/a&gt; this weekend!  Thanks girl I was so freakin excited to get it and so was my fridge, hehehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas Everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10286578-113501001387359826?l=hangyourcoatup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hangyourcoatup.blogspot.com/feeds/113501001387359826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10286578&amp;postID=113501001387359826&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286578/posts/default/113501001387359826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286578/posts/default/113501001387359826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hangyourcoatup.blogspot.com/2005/12/only-for-my-loyal-readers.html' title='Only for my LOYAL readers'/><author><name>Rhonda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08474730604200430454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/15/94167482_01b0cec771.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10286578.post-113415638151217098</id><published>2005-12-09T13:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-09T14:26:21.540-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothin much</title><content type='html'>Well it snowed last night but then quickly turned to slush.  I was so ready to stay home and clean.  At least I did get a 2hr delay so that was nice.  Oh well maybe next time.  So here I sit at work trying to get some things done for next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to take yall back a bit.  I got to talk to Schatzi about a week ago.  Its funny how much her and I are alike - sometimes scary, lol.  Our lives have some how even mimiced each others in many ways.  Ya know how you think a person looks or how they sound and almost everytime your wrong.  Well I wasnt wrong this time.  I have an Aunt and cousins that used to live in the same state as Schatzi so I kinda thought I had an idea of what she would sound like and as shocking as it was I was correct.  We talked like we had just spoke a few days earlier.  Asking about each other and the kids, lol.  It was awesome to finally connect the face with a voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have started my Christmas shopping but I am no where near finished.  I feel like I will never get done.  I have been going out everynight trying to get a few things here and there.  I can do all my shopping with B as long as its not for her - she really pays no attention, lol.  Little sweetie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a christmas party to go to tomorrow.  I love christmas parties, I love to dress up, dance, eat and drink.  I am going to be kidless after 11am tomorrow until Sunday evening.  I love the break.  I am not sure what I will do with all the time I have but I am sure I will figure out something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a conference with N's teacher yesterday and she is doing terrible.  She isnt even trying.  She has 0's and the teacher knows she knows what she is doing its just that she isnt doing anything.  Did that make sence?? LOL  She is such a hard child.  I am having a time with her.  I havent found anything that really bothers her - well if something were to happen to me that would bother her but nothing I take away she really cares about.  No punishment phases her.  I dont want to upset her or hurt her I just want her to understand the magnatude of what she isnt doing and how it will affect her.  I havent been about to do that yet.  I wont give up but I am very fustrated.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to everyone who did my meme - It was great to read your answers and to learn a little more about you.  Have a wonderful weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10286578-113415638151217098?l=hangyourcoatup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hangyourcoatup.blogspot.com/feeds/113415638151217098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10286578&amp;postID=113415638151217098&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286578/posts/default/113415638151217098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286578/posts/default/113415638151217098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hangyourcoatup.blogspot.com/2005/12/nothin-much.html' title='Nothin much'/><author><name>Rhonda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08474730604200430454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/15/94167482_01b0cec771.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10286578.post-113390024479388081</id><published>2005-12-06T15:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-06T15:17:24.820-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A case of something funky</title><content type='html'>I have been infected!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the directions: Write 5 random facts about yourself, and then list the name of 5 people you want to infect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK here we go...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I sucked my thumb until I was 12 years old.  The only reason I stopped was because I got braces and my dad and step mom threatened me cause they cost so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)My first brown skin boyfriend was in 6th grade.  His name was Tyrone.  That same year my best friend was Tamika.  I wanted to marry Ralph Tresvant, and Michael Bivens from New Edition.  H-E-L-L-O MOM get a clue!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) I am the only child from my mom and my dad and the only child from my dad - yes I am a princess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) I was leaving my dads house one night and I was holding B and fell off the front steps with her in my arms and broke my ankle.  That is the only bone I have ever broken.  B was fine............you know mamma protected her baby, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) My dad is a hillbilly redneck and proud of it.  He wanted to name me Daisy or Cheryl - good thing mom put a stop to that - (shew**wiping sweat off forehead**)! btw if your wondering if it was a hard adjustment for him............it was but then he said "anything for my little princess" and has accepted it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK now my turn to give this funk to someone else...uuuuummmmmmm &lt;a href="http://adivainscrubs.blogspot.com/"&gt;That lovely Diva in Scrubs&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://micasa.blogsome.com/"&gt;Ms. Golden&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://nellsharvey.blogspot.com/"&gt;Nettie and Harvy&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://wwjblog.blogspot.com/"&gt;Darlene the wonderful Poet&lt;/a&gt; and my gurl &lt;a href="http://schnitzel-n-gritz.com/blog/"&gt;Cool Ass Grayse&lt;/a&gt;.  Have fun ladies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10286578-113390024479388081?l=hangyourcoatup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hangyourcoatup.blogspot.com/feeds/113390024479388081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10286578&amp;postID=113390024479388081&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286578/posts/default/113390024479388081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286578/posts/default/113390024479388081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hangyourcoatup.blogspot.com/2005/12/case-of-something-funky.html' title='A case of something funky'/><author><name>Rhonda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08474730604200430454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/15/94167482_01b0cec771.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10286578.post-113318392512710839</id><published>2005-11-28T07:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T08:18:45.156-05:00</updated><title type='text'>We are the Champions.......AGAIN!!!!</title><content type='html'>So are you singing the song right about now??..........Ya know We are the champions??..........Oh nevermind, hehehe.  Thats right folks we did it again.  We are the county champs.  AAAAHHHHHH sweet victory.  Not only are we the champions but we have gone undefeated for 2 years in a row now.  The score was 27 - 6 (i think, lol)  Just another trophy to add to our collection and lovin it!!  The boys worked really hard to get this and I am so proud of them.  S has been talking about wanting to play basketball so we will see what happens with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The four day weekend was nice although I ran all over GOD's creation.  I had to drive 2.5 hours to see my mom.  I left Wed. night at 8:30pm and got there around 11pm.  Went to my sisters Thrusday to celebrate Turkey Day.  That was nice and my little nephew was off the chain.  He is too freakin funny!!  He was so happy to see his "cousins" and was runnin all around the house hollerin "my cousins are here"  " see my cousins" He is only 2 and smart as a whipper snapper. He will repeat EVERYTHING you say so Auntie Rhonda has to watch her mouth around that little bugger.  I stayed with my sister that night so I could get up and do the shopping thing.  We arrived at the Walmart at 4:30.  I was trying to get the laptop they had on sale but was unsucessful due to the fact that they only had 15 and people were in line since 8pm the night before.  I did get some great deals and spend A LOT of money but it was fun and I was back at my sisters by 7am to catch some more zzzzzz's before the kids woke up.  I hung around the house until my sister had to go to work at 1 and then went back to my moms house to wait for her to return back from shopping.  She got to Walmart at 4:15am and then went on to the next town for some more shopping and didnt get back to her house until around 3pm.  GO MOM!!  My sister, myself and her friend all went out Friday night and of course had a ball.  We were drunk as shit so we stayed in a hotel. We got to the hotel at around 2am and had to be back up by 8am to get back home to our children so I could leave by 10am to make sure we weren't late for the game.  I had a busy weekend but it was successful and it was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday I went to see my dad.  My grandma from FL was up visiting so I got to spend some nice time with her and my grandpa.  He isnt doing too well and is not expected to be around for too much longer. So I was very glad to see them both. They are selling there home to go live with there son because its just become too much to keep up with.  Its a very sad thing because I remember being I think like 7 and I went to disney world with my step mom and we stayed at her house. So as far as I can remember she has been in that house.  I find myself getting attached to homes very easily - is that weird??  The home I just left was nothing to write home about and I somewhat missed it!!  I also get attached to vehicles - I know I know I sound crazy but I name my vehicles so I think that makes me more attached to them plus the fact that they get me to where I need to go faithfully (well most of the time anyway).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ate good had a great time and now its back to work.  Hope everyone had a wonderful holiday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10286578-113318392512710839?l=hangyourcoatup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hangyourcoatup.blogspot.com/feeds/113318392512710839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10286578&amp;postID=113318392512710839&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286578/posts/default/113318392512710839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286578/posts/default/113318392512710839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hangyourcoatup.blogspot.com/2005/11/we-are-championsagain.html' title='We are the Champions.......AGAIN!!!!'/><author><name>Rhonda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08474730604200430454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/15/94167482_01b0cec771.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10286578.post-113268432711816846</id><published>2005-11-22T12:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-22T13:32:07.156-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick Recap of the Past Month</title><content type='html'>Where do I start...............well I am all moved in and loving the new place.  Brandi is all moved in and loving her new place.  WOW what a couple of months it has been.  Not only did I try to use every waking moment to help Brandi get ready to move in but my kids had to endure some crazy moments also - SOOOO I would like to say how very thankful and proud I am of them. They didnt once complain and were eager to help with whatever they could!  I love all 3 of you very much and think you did a great job with everything.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am no longer with my boo and that is a good thing.  Although I like him a lot he just had too many qualities I didnt want to deal with in a relationship.  Not that they were bad but I just didnt want them in mine.  That went smoothly and I am thankful for that.  I do have a new friend in my life.  Actually I have known him for many years and he was married to an distant friend of mine - distant meaning I dont speak to her often but when we do see each other we speak and have no problems whatsoever.  They are divorced now for a couple of years and she has moved on and she was the one that left him so its not really a sticky situation just maybe a bit "weird".  We really are concentrating on being friends - I mean we are friends but better friends.  This isnt anything heavy but we have a good time together and that is cool.  I am not closed to any possibilities but I am not rushing and jumping into anything either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids are doing well.  S is really into girls now =( and of course I am not too happy about this at all.  Middle School has really opened his eyes to many things.  I have been really hard on him lately but its for his own good.  Our relationship hast changed yet so I know I am not being too hard.  I am really paying attention to make sure our relationship doesnt change or start to change.  S and his football team made it to the Championship again this year.  The game is this Saturday.  We are so excited.  This will be our second in a row and we went undefeated again all this year.  GO S!!  N isnt doing well in school - her report card was a mess - a serious mess.  B is doing well with her little 5 year old self.  She goes around telling everyone she is 5 now - even if they already know. LOL  She is too cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so excited about Turkey day.  I am going to spend it with my mom and sister and a few other relatives.  I cant believe Christmas is almost here. I have just started my shopping and will do a little more on crazy black Friday.  This will be my very first year ever so wish me luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10286578-113268432711816846?l=hangyourcoatup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hangyourcoatup.blogspot.com/feeds/113268432711816846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10286578&amp;postID=113268432711816846&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286578/posts/default/113268432711816846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286578/posts/default/113268432711816846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hangyourcoatup.blogspot.com/2005/11/quick-recap-of-past-month.html' title='Quick Recap of the Past Month'/><author><name>Rhonda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08474730604200430454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/15/94167482_01b0cec771.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10286578.post-113041296471057204</id><published>2005-10-27T06:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-28T07:19:20.363-05:00</updated><title type='text'>No excuses for the late post!</title><content type='html'>I cant believe it came and went so fast.  Wednesday was B's 5th birthday.  My time flies so damn fast!!  It seems like only yesterday I was pregnant with her.  What a terrible pregnancy it was.  I had contractions the entire time she was so high risk.  S and I went to the mall one day to buy me some more clothes for the winter and as soon as I got out of my car and was walking into the mall, my water broke.  First my water never broke on its own before so that was a shocker and Second I was only 29 weeks.  I yell out to S "mommys water broke and the baby is coming we have to run and get to a bathroom - find mommy a bathroom".  Let me tell you that after I said that S took total control (now remember he is only 7 and just turned 7 in June) of the situation and ran in front of me yellin "where is the bathroom, tell me where the bathroom is" as I run behind him holdin my belly, "water" spillin all over the freakin place.  We get to the bathroom swift and quickly and wouldn't you know it - my freakin cell wouldnt work in the damn bathroom.  I am soaked from the bottom down and have to go out into the mall (JC Penny) to use the phone.  I happed to be near the door and the eye glass spot.  A lady came up to me and asked if I needed any help and as I called the BD and my family she called 911 for me.  They told me to lay down on my left side until someone could get there so lay down I did.  Some very nice man offer his jacket to put over my behind since it was soaking wet and now on display as I lay down in the middle of the eye glass shop.  Poor S was so scard but rose to the occasion to help his momma!  He rode in the front of the ambulance on the way to the hospital.  I happend to stay in the hospital for the next 3 weeks of which my best friend Brandi came to see me every other day!  I went home the 4th week and was only home a week before I went into labor while watching the Beach with Leonardo DiCaprio on October 25, 2000 - the BD birthday.  He was out partying since it was his birthday and when he arrived home had to drive me to the hospital - DRUNK as a skunk!  He dropped me off at the front door and said let me go park I will be right back.  Needless to say I didnt see him until 12pm the next morning but anyway - I get in there and make my phone calls to Brandi and my mother.  My mom called Brandi and asked her to call the BD since it had been a while since he dropped me off and I was a bit worried.  Little did she know that that would be the factor in weather or not she would go in with me or my mother would.  Moments after my mom arried - which was too close anyway cause they gave me 5 minutes for someone to arrive before I went in alone.  Because she was so little and I go so fast - 5 hours with each of the other two so this has now become an emergency C section.  Well because of that one call Brandi had to make she came in only moments after my mother got there and scrubed in.  She was "HOT"  She waited patiently as they cut me open and I puked all over my mother. While they took B out and was not living and had to bring her back with oxgeyn for 3 minutes - my best friend waited patienly so see that little miracle.  Wow what a night!  B had to stay in the hospital for 3 additional weeks cause she was only 4 lbs - but that didnt stop her from pushin through it.  AAAAHHHH my little sweetie.  Now 5 years later she is perfect as can be.  I know I should have written this to you 3 days ago but I have been so busy I cant tell you if I am comin or goin.  I cant believe I am still able to function.  I am so tired.  I still dont have my place or the old place finished and now I have to rush the old place cause it has to be done by Monday.  Man I am sinkin fast, but I am still treadin.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont mean to cut this short but I have to run - today is another full day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Belated Birthday B - you truly are a miracle!  If you happen to slide by Brandi's she has given a recap of her birthday night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10286578-113041296471057204?l=hangyourcoatup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hangyourcoatup.blogspot.com/feeds/113041296471057204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10286578&amp;postID=113041296471057204&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286578/posts/default/113041296471057204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286578/posts/default/113041296471057204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hangyourcoatup.blogspot.com/2005/10/no-excuses-for-late-post.html' title='No excuses for the late post!'/><author><name>Rhonda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08474730604200430454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/15/94167482_01b0cec771.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10286578.post-112992268330353966</id><published>2005-10-21T14:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-24T12:49:11.873-05:00</updated><title type='text'>She is still alive</title><content type='html'>**little hand coming out of the top of the mound of boxes in my house** here I am.............here over here**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been so long since I posted last - I would love to say I was vacationing on some deserted island, or sippin mai tai's in the caribbean but nope that's not it at all.  I am still moving.  How is that possible you ask?? BECAUSE I HAVE SO MUCH SHIT!!  I havent even gotten all of the stuff out of my other house yet.  We are staying in the new house now but not really living in it yet.  I still have so much yet to do.  I am exhausted I can hardly see straight.  I had so much help on Saturday I was so thankful.  A lot of people really came through.  One person that didnt is my Boo.  I asked him if he would be able to help and he told me and I quote "I have to work on Saturday but I will do what I can".  He didnt call me until Monday evening and I was getting ready to give B a bath so I told him I would try to call him later and havent talked to him since.  Now I admit I havent called him but he hasnt called me either.  It's not that I dont want to call him but I have be soo busy I hardly have time to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Above information written on Friday below information continued Monday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well to pick up where I left off - the Boo is no more.  He hasnt called, I haven't called and it's safe to say he doesnt have to worry about me even wanting to call so that is a done deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday I went to Brandi's to help in the new house.  We had to paint all of the main walls: livingroom, diningroom, upstairs hallway.  We got one coat on the everything and I had to go get ready to take S to football.  It's amazing how three women can get the majority of the house painted so quickly.  We had a good time.  My body is aching like I was beat down but it was still a good time. Brandi &amp; Melinda had to finish the 2nd coat without me.  The girls were at my dads so I didnt have to worry about them.  I rush home get S ready get up to where the game was playing and they tell me it was cancelled.  I immediatly called the coach and his wife the team mom answers and confirms the game is cancelled.  I was hot!  She called my old number - for what reason I have no clue.  They have called me on the new number many times.  All the rushing around for nothing.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday I started my bedroom.  Man what a chore.  I have it 75% finished so I can at least move around so that really helps.  My sons game was rescheduled for tonight.  Pray for me that the rain holds out.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Monday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10286578-112992268330353966?l=hangyourcoatup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hangyourcoatup.blogspot.com/feeds/112992268330353966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10286578&amp;postID=112992268330353966&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286578/posts/default/112992268330353966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286578/posts/default/112992268330353966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hangyourcoatup.blogspot.com/2005/10/she-is-still-alive.html' title='She is still alive'/><author><name>Rhonda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08474730604200430454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/15/94167482_01b0cec771.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10286578.post-112907909277826106</id><published>2005-10-11T19:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T20:04:52.790-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Too Much Stuff!</title><content type='html'>How does one accumulate so much stuff??  I swear I have more stuff than the average person.  All day Saturday, all day Sunday and all day Monday I packed my condo.  I would say I am 90% packed.  Of course Brandi along with my mom came over Saturday to help me.  We knocked out the entier 1st floor.  I am so thankful to have people I can count on.  Sunday my step-mom and cousin came over to help me and we got most of the upstairs packed.  I cant even get into my living room its so packed tight with boxes.  I went by the house today opened the back gate, snuck in and looked through the glass sliding door just to look inside of my new townhouse.  I love it so much.  Each time I have moved and it has been many times,m y homes seem to get bigger and better.  My son is upset we cant buy a house nor can we even rent a house.  Especailly in the area we live in - its just way to expensive.  He has big plans for us in the future.  I guess that is kinda good in a way.  Tonight he had to finish his 300 word writing essay on one of Today' Patriots.  He chose me as his patriot.  I could have just melted.  He said because I work with the police that I can be considered a Patriot.  I didnt know where to start and he didnt really have to follow a format of questions so we just sat down and I rambled some stuff off and before we knew it we had over 400 words.  I guess talking about myself is easier than I thought, LOL.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work was really busy today.  We just adopted this new system - a paperless system mind you.  Before all this began we went through meeting after meeting to establish the system.  We even had to go to training in order to learn the system and be able to use it.  Our budget was passed last week so we are now able to spend money without a continuing resloution.  The system is up and runing - if you really want to call it that - up and runing.  They changed the entier way we budget, they have given us less control and more work, double work actually.  I was very fustrated trying to use the system plus the fact that there are still a lot of bugs didnt help the situation.  Its not often our budget is passed without having to use a continuing resolution and now we can even use our new system and spend the money we have. Good Lord!  I know it will take some time to get used to but I am not a patient person when it comes to things like this.  I am praying tomrrow will be a better day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10286578-112907909277826106?l=hangyourcoatup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hangyourcoatup.blogspot.com/feeds/112907909277826106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10286578&amp;postID=112907909277826106&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286578/posts/default/112907909277826106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286578/posts/default/112907909277826106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hangyourcoatup.blogspot.com/2005/10/too-much-stuff.html' title='Too Much Stuff!'/><author><name>Rhonda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08474730604200430454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/15/94167482_01b0cec771.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10286578.post-112868887330243623</id><published>2005-10-07T07:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-07T07:41:13.313-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cool Whip anyone??</title><content type='html'>TGIF!!!  This has been a hard week for me.  With moving next weekend, taking care of 3 kids, working full time and football I am pooped!  Saturday is our Homecoming so last night is when we had the bonfire and cream the coach.  What a mess. Everyone has to buy tickets ($1 a ticket or $5 for 6 tickets) we the parents have tables set up and small plates and we put a large plop of cool whip on the plate and each plate is 1 ticket.  The entire organization is running around the field with cool whip all over them, everyone is smearing pies on everyone.  It's soooo much fun.  The kids love it and we raise a lot of money in the process.  Then once the kids run out of tickets to get the place cleaned up we tell them if they give us 10 plates we will give them 1 free pie.  That works out so great because at the end there isnt one plate left on the field, LOL.  Needless to say I was up very late cleaning the kids and doing hair.  Not too sure how Homecoming will be this year due to the rain we are supposed to get but we have played in a monsoon before so I will just be prepared.  Our game is at 5:30pm and that is supposed to be the worst of the weather.  Before our game &lt;a href="http://runningonempty2.blogspot.com/"&gt;Brandi&lt;/a&gt; the wonderful friend she is is coming over in the morning to help me pack.  Dont things seem to go much easier when you have someone to truly help you.  I am gonna try to get as much packed as I can - I have a ton of boxes and lots of newspapers so a packin I will do.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday I think my step-mom is coming to help me pack so between Brandi and my step-mom I am sure to be in a good position after this weekend is done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a wonderful weekend everyone and I will catch up on Monday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10286578-112868887330243623?l=hangyourcoatup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hangyourcoatup.blogspot.com/feeds/112868887330243623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10286578&amp;postID=112868887330243623&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286578/posts/default/112868887330243623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286578/posts/default/112868887330243623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hangyourcoatup.blogspot.com/2005/10/cool-whip-anyone.html' title='Cool Whip anyone??'/><author><name>Rhonda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08474730604200430454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/15/94167482_01b0cec771.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10286578.post-112853224557225917</id><published>2005-10-05T11:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-05T12:12:53.743-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hit the road TRAMP!</title><content type='html'>I am pround to announce I DO have some influence over my son because he has broken up with the TRAMP! YYYYYEEEEAAAHHHH!!!!  My and my kids are very close and I was hoping I would have the momma's boy kind of son because I am not an over the top mom so I will give him his space but want to be able to give my opinion and him listen.  So far so good.  Shew! He does agree with me she is not his type but I do have the feeling we have not seen the last of the.............TRAMP!  I do realize he is still a boy (trying to be a man).  Lets hope I have the same influence on the girls when they get older. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have come to the conclusion that me and my once called "Boo" now called "Friend" are not a match made in heaven.  Not sure what his problem is but I know I dont want to deal with it so I am closing the chaper on that.  I havent seen him in over a month and that is unacceptable to me.  I asked him to go to KD with us and he wanted no part, he'd rather stay home for whatever reason - then when I tried to talk to him about it he acted like "Oh man I missed it, sounds like yall had a ball" - WHATEVER I am not the game playin type.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I got my teeth cleaned and man are they sensitive today, but boy do they look nice!  I have to go get B her flu shot today since she is high risk - not fun.  She has no clue, poor sweetie.  I have to get into full pack mode cause I move on the weekend of the 15th.  If anyone wants to come help me move to my new place give me a shout and we will set it up, Hey I need all the help I can get, LOL  I know many of you wont be able to but hey I never know until I ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will leave you with a small quote that I love:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is Short!&lt;br /&gt;"They say it takes a minute to find a special person, an hour to apprecitate them, but an entire lifetime to forget them."  &lt;br /&gt;LIFE IS SHORT, DANCE NAKED AND WIGGLE YOUR ASS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10286578-112853224557225917?l=hangyourcoatup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hangyourcoatup.blogspot.com/feeds/112853224557225917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10286578&amp;postID=112853224557225917&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286578/posts/default/112853224557225917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286578/posts/default/112853224557225917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hangyourcoatup.blogspot.com/2005/10/hit-road-tramp.html' title='Hit the road TRAMP!'/><author><name>Rhonda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08474730604200430454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/15/94167482_01b0cec771.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10286578.post-112836635469154268</id><published>2005-10-03T14:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-03T14:05:54.706-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired with a capitol "T"</title><content type='html'>So my new look is good, huh…….?!?!  I love it too.  I am an earth tone kinda girl so I felt this would match nicely.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My weekend was jam-packed.  Friday night my son asked me if I would take him to the skating rink to see his girl friend…………..little background on the girlfriend – when he first started middle school he asked what he though was the prettiest girl in the school out but she turned him down saying he was too short.  Well he asked her again and she said yes.  Ok now back to the skating rink…………….I drop him off at 6:45 because I have some running around to do.  The girls and I were skating too because I don’t feel he is old enough to go by himself yet.  We get back to the rink at 7:25 and get in line to get our skates.  My son comes up to me and says hey mom.  I look over at him only to find this adult (or so I though, well not an adult but a girl WAY older than him) standing behind him.  He looks at me and says “This is Brandi mom” – you got that right Brandi (not the one we all know and love) is his girlfriend.  OK first impression – TRAMP! Her freakin belly was hanging out of the bottom of her little shirt, her chest was almost as big as mine and she was 5’5”, which is taller than me with her skates on. OH NO HE DIDN’T!!!  N thought she was pretty – I thought she was dirty.  I don’t say anything yet and continue to get the girls and me ready to skate.  As the night goes on and I watch her of course he is acting like she is downtown DC somewhere with all the gyrating and grinding she is doing on out there on the rink.  Now my first thought was if she has this kind of behavior in front of his mother, what kind of behavior does she have when I am not around???   I was disgusted.  Then the DJ says you can take off your skates and in the center of the rink dance the booty call and that other dance they do with the “hands on your knees, hands on your knees” and this HOOCHIE is backing that juvenile ass up on some other boy!  That was enough for me – like I hadn’t already seen enough!  N came over too my with her mouth gapped open saying how nasty she was and she saw what she was doing and that mess just aint right.  OK last impression – DIRTY, NASTY, CHEATIN, NO GOOD FREAKIN TRAMP.  I was so disappointed with my son’s decision – I did tell him she is not his type (which I am sure him and any other boy would disagree) that I didn’t not like her and that how she acted was disrespectful to me, him and especially herself!  He did happen to see the little dance move on the rink but didn’t seem to upset by it – I just reminded him she was not his girlfriend no matter what he thought.  I am so amazed at how things are today.  How did it get this bad this fast?  I mean we did bad shit when I was little but we weren’t acting like those girls in the skating rink that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday came and it was full of cleaning and football – like normal.  S won his game 32 – 0.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday rolled around and we got up very early to go to Kings Dominion for the day.  Brandi and her family, Melinda and her family and me and mine all went together.  My son went with Melinda earlier this year and got on one rollercoaster and this time he got on all he could.  AMAZED was I.  N even got on all of them with him and even seemed to enjoy them more than him.  I could not believe my kids went buck wild at the park.  At 4:45 the girls decided after spending practically the entire day catering to the men and the little kids that we would go off for some time to ourselves.  We grabbed a couple of beers and took the big kids to a roller coaster so we could chill.  3 beers later we all meet back up to go get dinner.  Man if we knew how much fun those 3 beers would have been we would have never waited so long, hehehehe.  We had a wonderful time and I mean wonderful.  We didn’t leave until it closed and of course the monsters were knocked out before we even got out of the parking lot.  Needless to say I am EXHAUSTED today but what the hell – it’s worth it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Monday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10286578-112836635469154268?l=hangyourcoatup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hangyourcoatup.blogspot.com/feeds/112836635469154268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10286578&amp;postID=112836635469154268&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286578/posts/default/112836635469154268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286578/posts/default/112836635469154268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hangyourcoatup.blogspot.com/2005/10/tired-with-capitol-t.html' title='Tired with a capitol &quot;T&quot;'/><author><name>Rhonda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08474730604200430454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/15/94167482_01b0cec771.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10286578.post-112808036940944007</id><published>2005-09-30T06:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-30T06:39:29.420-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.haloscan.com/" title="HaloScan Commenting and Trackback" rel="tag"&gt;Haloscan&lt;/a&gt; commenting and trackback have been added to this blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10286578-112808036940944007?l=hangyourcoatup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hangyourcoatup.blogspot.com/feeds/112808036940944007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10286578&amp;postID=112808036940944007&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286578/posts/default/112808036940944007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286578/posts/default/112808036940944007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hangyourcoatup.blogspot.com/2005/09/haloscan-commenting-and-trackback-have_30.html' title=''/><author><name>Rhonda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08474730604200430454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/15/94167482_01b0cec771.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10286578.post-112792715063902406</id><published>2005-09-28T12:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T12:05:50.653-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The House is Mine!!!!!</title><content type='html'>I got the call last night that to say that they accepted my application and the townhouse is mine! YYYIIIPPPEEEEEE.  I am so damn excited you couldn’t slap the smile off my face.  I am moving from the condo community to the 3 level town home community.  Normally I can’t stand to pack but I have never been more excited to pack in my life.  I don’t have pictures yet but as soon as I can get in there again I will take some.  I am not positive of the move date but anytime in October will be fine with me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note I want to discuss something that has been going on since Monday morning.  I thought maybe it was because she had been with me all day on Thursday so this was just a Monday thing but I was wrong.  She has done it everyday this week.  Every morning I drop B off at daycare she doesn’t want to let me go.  She needs 500 hugs and 500 kisses before I leave and even then she follows me upstairs as I am leaving and is hanging out the door trying to get more.  Don’t get me wrong I don’t mind at all but she has never done this before – EVER!  She normally goes in gets her blankey and pillow and lays down with the TV for a morning nap.  I mean why the hell not - she is there by 6:15am.  Not this week, no going straight for the blankey, just holding on for dear life to mommy.  She did happen to mention her daycare lady yells a lot and if you know B she doesn’t like loud noise.  When she flushed the toilet she covers her ears because it’s too loud.  This morning she said Mrs. K is too grouchy and she yells all the time.  Do you think this could be why she is clinging to me every morning??  Does she not want to be there anymore??  I cant very well ask her because I don’t want her to think that just because she doesn’t like something that means I will change it; although that is exactly what I will do I don’t want her to know it.   I am struggling with the fact that she is possibly unhappy all day.  When I pick her up she doesn’t seem to be unhappy at all but early in the morning when I drop her off she tries to hang on as long as she can.  Please let me know what I should do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Happy Hump Day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10286578-112792715063902406?l=hangyourcoatup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hangyourcoatup.blogspot.com/feeds/112792715063902406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10286578&amp;postID=112792715063902406&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286578/posts/default/112792715063902406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286578/posts/default/112792715063902406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hangyourcoatup.blogspot.com/2005/09/house-is-mine.html' title='The House is Mine!!!!!'/><author><name>Rhonda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08474730604200430454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/15/94167482_01b0cec771.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10286578.post-112784832092848589</id><published>2005-09-27T14:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-27T14:12:00.946-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Little bit of this - little bit of that</title><content type='html'>I am trying to get B to stop sucking her thumb.  She is doing well considering I didn’t quit until I was 12 and got braces.  This is not an easy task at all – any suggestions are welcome.  The reason we started was because she got paint  - I think - all over the palms of her hands and I had no clue of how to remove it.  All I had to do was tell her how disappointed I was in her and the buckets of tears began to fall.  So of course she immediately wanted to calm herself my sucking her thumb.  I quickly reminded her how dangerous the substance on her hands was.  Exaggerating a bit of course to add that if she got that mess in her mouth she would have to go to the hospital and she at this point terrified of what was to come next added that she would then have to get a shot.  Needless to say I ended up using fingernail polish remove to get it all off but didn’t feel comfortable with her sucking her thumb yet so I ran with the story and kept it going as long as I could.  She no longer believes she is in danger of being sent to the hospital but I am still reminding her to not suck her thumb.  This is very hard due to the fact that when she is sleeping this happens automatically without her even knowing.  I have cut down on the thumb sucking during the day tremendously; which is a VERY good thing.  That really was my main objective – she would have that thing in her mouth all day and I was not having that.  I understand when she is upset or ready for bed but other than that NO WAY!  I am very proud of her so far because I do know what a very hard habit that is to break – I am having flashbacks as we speak. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weekend was good.  Friday Melinda and I went looking at townhouses.  The day before I had looked at what I thought was gonna be perfect and quickly found out it was nasty!  I am done with nasty townhouses!  No time for explanations – that’s a hole nother blog.  It was advertised as 4BR for a very reasonable price.  What they neglected to say was that it was 3BR and they had made the full basement a bedroom and had people stacked in there like sardines.  No thanks.  I was very upset because I really want to move – for MANY reasons.  The next day I went back to work and got on computer to look to see if anything else caught my eye.  I found 2 in a community I didn’t really want to live in – only because I like the one I am in now, and found one up the street from me but with less sq footage.  The first one was nice – the kitchen was amazing, basement was decent but my bedroom set would not fit in the bedroom.  The next one only had 2 floors and that is what I have now and knew I would not accept it unless it was amazing.  The backyard was the size of the ½ bath and we all know I like to be outside a lot so that was a no go too.  We arrive at the one down the street from me, with negative expectations and it turns out to be “THE ONE”.  I knew right away that was my place.  I filled out the paperwork that night took it to my agent who happens to be Melinda’s Mom and Step-dad first thing Saturday morning.  Now I am just waiting to hear back from the Owners of the townhouse to see if they approve the lease my agent drew up and we signed and presented their agent.  It just so happens that they are vacationing in CA so I am playing the waiting game until I hear some news.  Wish me luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S won his game on Saturday with ease 38 – 0.  I am glad they won but it really is no fun when we win like that.  S did get to run the ball a few times and did great, he even got a first down.  I was a maniac! LOL  I was so proud of him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was clean the house day and that is exactly what I did.  I did happen to attend a Home Interiors party also and had a ball.   Got a few more items for my room that I have been working on lately.  I am trying to finish my palace as I call it.  Now with the possibility of a new location for my palace I am even more excited about decorating it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N was selected to participate in the mentor program at her school; which means she meets with a certain teacher and they have a good time together.  Her teacher from last year has been her favorite by far and this year and just so happens she has done the mentor program in the past.  Well she had stated last year that she would no longer be participating in the program but then this year when she saw my daughters name on the list she decided to be hers.  N was so excited to be spending special time with someone she knew and loved.  Their first meeting was yesterday and she gave N a beautiful photo album.  That is all N could talk about all night long was their meeting yesterday and how much she was looking forward to the next.  I really hope this helps her out this year because N needs all the encouragement she can get – she has the “middle child” syndrome bad.  I guess we will see.  I will say a little prayer for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Tuesday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10286578-112784832092848589?l=hangyourcoatup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hangyourcoatup.blogspot.com/feeds/112784832092848589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10286578&amp;postID=112784832092848589&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286578/posts/default/112784832092848589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286578/posts/default/112784832092848589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hangyourcoatup.blogspot.com/2005/09/little-bit-of-this-little-bit-of-that.html' title='Little bit of this - little bit of that'/><author><name>Rhonda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08474730604200430454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/15/94167482_01b0cec771.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10286578.post-112731788447756389</id><published>2005-09-21T10:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-21T10:51:24.546-05:00</updated><title type='text'>No longer M - I - A!!</title><content type='html'>Wow where to begin.  Ok lets back track to Thursday night.  I went to see my Boo and to have the “talk”.  Things we well I think.  I am very critical so I feel they could have gone much better.   I explain to him that I want to talk about what we are.  He kinda laughs at me and says, “I thought we were exclusive”.  I immediately said I do too but I think it important to go a little further and explain in more detail.  I went through how I felt and about us and that if I need to I can hold back – we are at a point where that is still an option but if we continue like we are and get closer I will grow attached and need to know if that is ok.  He responded by saying “that’s fine”.  He also said he knows I have my own thing going on (with the kids) and he has his daughter and I interrupted him and said yes and not matter how close we get I think its important to have our own things still going on but we have to still meet somewhere in the middle, and he agreed.   We talked about how VERY picky I am and that I have not gotten this far with anyone else other than my children’s father and I don’t feel I have to have my guard up with him.  I don’t like to assume at all and I told him all of this is just to confirm what I am thinking.  Thinking is not knowing and I need to know!  Normally the man gets on my nerves or has done something so minuet you would laugh at me but I just cant stand him any longer and I am done with him.  I also told him that if I need to keep my guard up that is ok too but its something we need to talk about because I don’t want to get hurt and am I sure neither does he.  I did say I wasn’t sure what I wanted and if someone asked me I would say, “I don’t know, but what I do know is I don’t want to be married right now”.  From what I gathered from him he doesn’t want that yet either.  I was hoping for more from him but I didn’t get that.  He was agreeable with what I was saying but does that mean he didn’t want to hurt my feelings or he didn’t want to mess up what we have by saying something I wouldn’t like??  I also told him that as much as he wants to come over is as much as I want to see him.  I don’t want him to think because I don’t ask him all the time that means I don’t want him there.  How irritating would that be – I would be asking him all the time so I just put it out there that he can always be anywhere I am no matter where I am.  I feel a little better but still a bit puzzled.  I am so skeptical when it comes to men. He really hasn’t given me any hardcore evidence to doubt him but something’s just don’t add up with him all the time.  Not that all the time they should but for the most part I feel they should.  I don’t know – I am too paranoid and I know I should just go with the flow and my mouth gets me into trouble sometimes and I don’t want to beat a dead horse but I still have concerns?!?!?!  I know, I know, I am such a dork.  I guess I am suck a freak about this because I see he has a lot of potential which makes me happy and scared at the same time.  He has come closer than I ever imagined a man would!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday I had to take off – that is a whole nother story in itself, hehehe.   Friday night was my son’s football game – “Friday Night Lights” is all they kept saying.  Whoa what a game that was.  I was so freakin beat by the time I got there and what an emotional game it was.  We had to play a team that is now coached by our former Head Coach and had some of our former players on it.  We went into over time – first one who scores wins with a score of 6 – 6.  They got to the 1st yard line and tried to run a sweep and we shut them down.  Now it was our turn with the ball.  4th down at the 8th yard line we through a pass caught by our best player to win the game for us.  Holy Smoke!  Talk about intense.  This season seems to be filled with so much emotion.  We have gotten the hardest team (hopefully) out of the way and should be able to go through these next few team with less intensity.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was J2’s Birthday party. N was invited.  I got some cleaning done in the morning and then headed over to &lt;a href="http://runningonempty2.blogspot.com/"&gt;Brandi’s&lt;/a&gt; in the early evening to drop her off.  Hung out for a bit while the kids played.  S had gone to his brother’s football game and decided to spend the night with him so it was just B and I.  She wanted her friend to come over and to make it easier for her to let N go to the sleepover I thought that was a great idea.  We went to a late cookout and stayed for a couple of hours and then called it a night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was nothing but cleaning.  Went to get N in the morning from Brandi and hung out some more for a bit and then headed back home to prepare for the week.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have not seen my Boo since our talk and I do feel things are a little different now – he doesn’t call me as much nor do we even talk as much.  I am getting tired of thinking and wondering about this shit all the time.  I will be happy when the day comes that I just “KNOW”!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh one more thing…………………GO SKINS!!!! WOOO WHOO  It’s about freakin time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY HUMP DAY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10286578-112731788447756389?l=hangyourcoatup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hangyourcoatup.blogspot.com/feeds/112731788447756389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10286578&amp;postID=112731788447756389&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286578/posts/default/112731788447756389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286578/posts/default/112731788447756389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hangyourcoatup.blogspot.com/2005/09/no-longer-m-i.html' title='No longer M - I - A!!'/><author><name>Rhonda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08474730604200430454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/15/94167482_01b0cec771.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10286578.post-112661346128577578</id><published>2005-09-13T07:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-13T07:11:01.296-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Many Thank You's</title><content type='html'>I want to thank all of you for your advice on my blog from Thursday.  It really helped!  Everyone pretty much said the same things and I have decided to have the "talk" this Thursday the 15th.  I am going to his house for the evening.  I don’t have practice that night so therefore; I wont get there really late.  I am not sure how he will react to the conversation.  He is very laid back so I have no worries, but rather concerned if I will get the information I need from him.  I will say that he has been under the spotlight before and didn't even break a sweat, LOL.  I don’t consider him a fabricator of stories so I plan for this to be a little awkward at first then very informative at the end.  I have been thinking a lot about what to say because I want to be positive.   Not “you’re not” doing this and “you’re not” doing that – NO WAY.  I think I will go along the lines of “I need” this from you.  I want to stay away from negative words all together.  I don’t want it to be like I am reading from a book either or freakin scripted, LOL.  I just want it to flow.  Maybe I am thinking about this shit too much.  I think he likes me but is scared.  I also think that holds him back a bit.  I have let him know I want to see more of him but have gotten no results so Thursday I am laying it all out on the table and he can take it or leave it – either way I will be fine (I wont tell him that part, hehe).  I am having a bit of trouble with the fact that I have asked him to dinner before and he doesn’t seem to have the time.  I have told him I would like to see him more than once a week and I haven’t.  I have tried to reach out a couple of times with no success.  I don’t want to keep reaching out and getting no results.  It makes me feel like I am asking for too much too soon and then I get sad or even aggravated with no results.  Do I have to ask him everyday “Can you come over tonight?” I have already made it very clear that he can come over whenever he wants and he has made it clear that he really only wants to come over in the evenings mostly during the week.  Very seldom will he come over on the weekends and never during the day.  Do you see where I am going with this???  That just seems a little fishy to me.  Boy will I have a Friday blog for everyone, LOL.  All of these questions and concerns I have will soon be answered.  Thanks again for all the support and I will be sure to report back with an update on Friday if not sooner.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10286578-112661346128577578?l=hangyourcoatup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hangyourcoatup.blogspot.com/feeds/112661346128577578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10286578&amp;postID=112661346128577578&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286578/posts/default/112661346128577578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286578/posts/default/112661346128577578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hangyourcoatup.blogspot.com/2005/09/many-thank-yous.html' title='Many Thank You&apos;s'/><author><name>Rhonda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08474730604200430454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/15/94167482_01b0cec771.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10286578.post-112655321146256404</id><published>2005-09-12T14:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T14:26:51.466-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Something is coming...........</title><content type='html'>I am starting to get a little nervous.  My days my weeks my months are going by with ease.  KNOCK ON WOOD (as I knock the top of my head) **something is brewing and about to hit**  Not to say I don’t bust my ass every day or shit doesn’t sometimes spins out of control because the truth of the matter is…it does, but I don’t mind the struggle too much.  It’s more of a habit now.  I am a creature of habit – as long as it’s a habit I don’t mind.  So my secret is all I have to do is to make it a habit, once I do that I am all-good.  I had a good weekend.  My son won his game on Saturday 6-0.  It was super hot too.  Those boys really worked for that one.  I didn’t come into work on Friday due to the fact that my neck and back hurt so bad I could hardly move.  Saturday it felt a little better but not all the way and Sunday I was much better.  I got all my cleaning done on Sunday with ease.  I opened the windows turned off the air turned the music up and went to town.  What a beautiful day it was.  I was hoping I would get to spend a little time with J so her momma could help her daddy get the old cabinets and old carpet out of the new house.  That wonderful husband of hers didn’t want her to lift a finger so Auntie is the one that missed out.  I am so proud of the both of them; they really are growing together nicely.  Everyone has differences but its how you get through those differences that make you great and together I think they are great.  I felt well rested this morning when I woke up – sleeping with the windows open always does that for me.  I love the fresh air.  I took some time yesterday to watch a special about 9/11.  Talked about it a bit with the kids and topped the evening off with some delicious crabs.  I hope everyone had a wonderful weekend and an even better week ahead of them.  I am off to practice tonight – hope it’s a good one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10286578-112655321146256404?l=hangyourcoatup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hangyourcoatup.blogspot.com/feeds/112655321146256404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10286578&amp;postID=112655321146256404&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286578/posts/default/112655321146256404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286578/posts/default/112655321146256404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hangyourcoatup.blogspot.com/2005/09/something-is-coming.html' title='Something is coming...........'/><author><name>Rhonda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08474730604200430454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/15/94167482_01b0cec771.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10286578.post-112619189059351529</id><published>2005-09-08T10:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-08T10:04:50.610-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I need some answers</title><content type='html'>Help me understand.  I really think I am no good at this.  I have had one real boyfriend and he wasn’t even real, LOL.  I know what I want and I know what I deserve.  I know that I refuse to settle for less than I expect!  I know how I want to feel and I know how I don’t want to feel.  I know I have a lot to offer but I also know that he has to be up to it.  It’s a big job and I know it.  That doesn’t mean I will go easy on him because I won’t.  He has to want it and he has to prove he can handle it.  I am a very strong independent woman and need a man that can fit into my life.  I want a partner.  A partner participates in a relationship in which each member has equal status.  If you look at true blue Police Officers that have partners – there is no one that can come between them. They have each other’s back no matter what.  They go as far as putting ones life on the line to protect the other.  Everything that encompasses a partner is what I want.  I want him to stand behind me not matter what, I want him to support me, teach me, love me, cherish me because I will do the same for him.  I want our lives to be one but also to be able to do our own things if we so desire.  He has to love my kids as if they were his very own. PERIOD no questions asked.  Everything I require I am willing to give in return.  Am I asking too much?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets talk about my Boo.  I am getting the feeling he isn’t up for the job.  I also believe he is seeing someone else.  That part is not a real big deal to me because we aren’t that serious BUT in my book he comes first.  If choose to do something with someone else it’s only because I am not doing anything with him but if he were to want to do something after I had already made plans with someone else I would cancel those plans to be with him.  I know its not fair to put how I would do something myself on him without even telling him but I am working on that.  I know I need to sit down and talk with him about all this but it has only been 6 months and I haven’t even met his daughter.  I am not pressed to meet her either because I know how he feels about people being around her.  The only other woman she has seen her daddy with is her mommy (so he says…………….)  I have no reason to not trust him so I should say that.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He never takes me anywhere nor does he even offer.  We don’t always have to do things with kids involved but the majority of the time we do.  He never even makes an offer.  If that is something he is not willing to do than I am wasting my time and I HATE wasting my time.  I have don’t think he is a good communicator – I think he tries to be and wants to be he just isn’t.  I don’t want to scare him away with all this talk of committin and shit but this is hard for my son and if he is gonna do it then he needs to do it but if not then no hard feelings and we need to stop before anyone gets hurt.  My son has no trust for men so my Boo is gonna have to put forth more effort with him.  It’s important my son is comfortable and happy with all of this also.  How do I approach him?  How do I not scare him off?  Should I say fuck it and if he gets scared off then so be it?  How do I tackle this obstacle?  What am I doing wrong?  I am not gonna put it all out there when I am not feelin he is ready to take it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10286578-112619189059351529?l=hangyourcoatup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hangyourcoatup.blogspot.com/feeds/112619189059351529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10286578&amp;postID=112619189059351529&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286578/posts/default/112619189059351529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286578/posts/default/112619189059351529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hangyourcoatup.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-need-some-answers.html' title='I need some answers'/><author><name>Rhonda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08474730604200430454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/15/94167482_01b0cec771.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10286578.post-112601643655218569</id><published>2005-09-06T09:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T09:20:36.576-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Times</title><content type='html'>I had such a wonderful weekend.  I had to take S to the doctor last week because of his back.  Everything is fine he just pulled a muscle – like I thought.  He needed to keep a heating pad on it and take ibuprofen.  He felt good enough to play in his game on Sunday – he was a little sore but not anything out of the ordinary.  They won 33 – 19 and they had to work really hard for it. Last year no one even scored a touch down on us until the very end of the playoffs and these guys had us 12 – 0 in the first quarter.  Our boys started to get a little nervous but still rose to the occasion to kick their butts!  GO GW BOYS!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday I went to my brother’s house for a family cookout.  We had the best crabs and the sweetest corn I had all season.  He has an in ground heated pool so the kids were swimming all day and into the night – late night that is.  I was ready to go home.  We didn’t get home until around 11pm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday we got up and went to the grocery store and got some groceries.  We went to S’s game and then headed over to &lt;a href="http://lordplease.blogspot.com/"&gt;Melinda’s&lt;/a&gt; to have a cookout with “The Girls” and our family.  Good food, good friends, great time!  We had a ball and too many beers, LOL.  My boo came over and hung with us.  N went to &lt;a href="http://runningonempty2.blogspot.com/"&gt;Brandi’s&lt;/a&gt; with Big J and had her very first sleep over ever!  She was so excited, lol.  Her first sleep over and she is 9.  I know you might think I am crazy for not ever letting her spend the night anywhere but she doesn’t know many girls and the ones she does know she isn’t close with so I am not going for all the spending the night shit when I don’t know them that well.  Me and my boo beat Melinda and her husband twice playin spades.  Me, B and S crashed at Melinda’s and when we woke up went to Brandi’s to hang out drink coffee and chill with the girls.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got home Monday around 11am showered and ran some errands.  I hadn’t had BBQ chicken all weekend so I decided to cookout once again – 3 days in a row!  Can it get any better than that you ask?  Why yes it can! hehehe  I called my Boo and invited him over and……………….He came!!!  =O Two days in a row, I am in shock!  LOL  He came at about 6pm hung out in the backyard with me while I finished cooking, helped me take everything back in the house and then we sat down and ate together.  We watched The Ring Two and he left around 11pm.  It was so nice to hang out with him two days in a row.  I don’t like feeling like this because I don’t want to get hurt and I can get wrapped up quickly once it starts.  Brandi was getting on me because I wont open up and I am too mean.  I give no slack at all and I am quick to say forget it all.  I get where she is coming from but I think the more I feel from him, I will open more.  She tells me I will never feel anything from him unless I let him know its wanted and needed - so I have to try to be nicer and shit. LOL  Not a cold - KWIM? I am a nice person and I am a good person but for some reason I have been called a Mean Bitch by even my closest friends ROFLMAO.  Oh well, hehehe.   I am trying to open up a little more but the means the possibility of getting hurt increases immensely and I am not ready to get hurt yet.  I have to find a happy medium because I really like him being around.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Monday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10286578-112601643655218569?l=hangyourcoatup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hangyourcoatup.blogspot.com/feeds/112601643655218569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10286578&amp;postID=112601643655218569&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286578/posts/default/112601643655218569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286578/posts/default/112601643655218569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hangyourcoatup.blogspot.com/2005/09/good-times.html' title='Good Times'/><author><name>Rhonda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08474730604200430454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/15/94167482_01b0cec771.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10286578.post-112568049713649079</id><published>2005-09-02T12:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-02T12:01:37.150-05:00</updated><title type='text'>TGIF</title><content type='html'>Getting back into swing of things has been very smooth but exhausting.  Now that I have everyone spread all over I don’t get home at a decent time.  I have to make too many stops.  By the time we get home and rush through half the homework, eat a snack its time to run out the door to football.  Only to leave the football field by 8:15pm – 8:30pm to rush home, give baths to all, make and feed dinner and finish any undone homework to hopefully get in bed no later than 9:30pm. Shew I am getting tired just thinking about it.  I am so glad it’s a 3 day weekend it is much needed.  Of course I have cookout plans for the weekend but nothing concrete.  I am hoping to get over to eat with my girls either Sat. or Sunday – I guess we will see.  I have to leave here by 1:30 to take S to the doctors for his back.  He hurt it last weekend during his pre-season game they won.  I hope his appointment goes well. Have a wonderful extended weekend and I will catch up with everyone on Tuesday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10286578-112568049713649079?l=hangyourcoatup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hangyourcoatup.blogspot.com/feeds/112568049713649079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10286578&amp;postID=112568049713649079&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286578/posts/default/112568049713649079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286578/posts/default/112568049713649079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hangyourcoatup.blogspot.com/2005/09/tgif.html' title='TGIF'/><author><name>Rhonda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08474730604200430454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/15/94167482_01b0cec771.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10286578.post-112566821490509046</id><published>2005-09-02T08:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-02T08:37:37.633-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Somewhat Normal</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=400 align=center border=1 bordercolor=black cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=#66CCFF align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 50% Normal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Somewhat Normal)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=#FFFFFF&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.quizdiva.net/bt/somewhat-normal.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While some of your behavior is quite normal...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other things you do are downright strange&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've got a little of your freak going on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you mostly keep your weirdness to yourself&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/hownormalareyouquiz/"&gt;How Normal Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10286578-112566821490509046?l=hangyourcoatup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hangyourcoatup.blogspot.com/feeds/112566821490509046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10286578&amp;postID=112566821490509046&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286578/posts/default/112566821490509046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286578/posts/default/112566821490509046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hangyourcoatup.blogspot.com/2005/09/somewhat-normal.html' title='Somewhat Normal'/><author><name>Rhonda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08474730604200430454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/15/94167482_01b0cec771.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10286578.post-112533114044477848</id><published>2005-08-29T10:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-29T10:59:02.243-05:00</updated><title type='text'>School has begun.</title><content type='html'>This morning went off with out a hitch.  I am so glad that is over.  I am still stressed but not as much so.  I was talking to my mother this morning and she was laughing at me saying I get stressed over the weirdest things.  They could be trying to foreclose on my house and I would be cool as a cucumber, if I had a home phone the bill collectors would be ringing my phone off the hook and I would be stress free, but my son goes to middle school and B goes to a new daycare and I cant sleep, I get a crink in my neck, I have nightmares and I am a complete mess, LOL  We laughed so hard this morning thinking about that.  S did good this morning – he had to get up and do everything himself.  Of course I called him and talked to him right when he got up to tell him I left him instructions on the table.  Here is how it went:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Morning Buddy – I am so proud of you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the things you need to do:&lt;br /&gt;1. Wake up at 6:45&lt;br /&gt;2. Put on your nice smelling spray&lt;br /&gt;3. Get dressed&lt;br /&gt;4. Put on your deodorant&lt;br /&gt;5. Fix your hair&lt;br /&gt;6. Eat breakfast&lt;br /&gt;7. Take your vitamin&lt;br /&gt;8. Brush your teeth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After you are done these things you may watch TV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You must leave the house at 7:30 and you better never miss that bus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you, don’t be nervous, don’t be afraid to ask questions and Have a great day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He called me after he read his instructions and said “Mommy, you really gave me confidence today”.  OMG my heart just melted.  I got all teary eyed.  He was so nervous last night before he went to bed.  We practiced with his lock for his locker and went over how today would be.  I told him I would called him a little before he left but not to my surprise he called me first.  He was just a little nervous about being in the house alone in the morning.  7:30 rolled around and he was off to catch the bus.  Shew!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B did very good as well.  She gave me 500 hugs and 600 kisses but other than that she was excited.  I put a picture of Me, her, S and N as pirates in FL in her book bag so if she needed to see us she could look at her picture.  She loved that!  I have only called once and she is doing very good.  Ms. K said she went and hid in the corner because she passed gas and it stunk.  LOL I laughed for 5 min. this morning after hearing that. She is such a little priss, LOL  - too funny I tell ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday my son had his pre-season game and of course they won.  He got hurt a little but bounced back quick to go back in and make a monster tackle that flipped the boy up in the air and had the entire field in an up roar!  GO S!  I had to do all my cleaning Saturday because Sunday I was having a Home Interior Party.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday came and it was time for the party.  11 people were supposed to come. 4 people backed out on me.  Of course I had enough food to feel a small country, LOL but it was a lot of fun.  &lt;a href="http://runningonempty2.blogspot.com/"&gt;Brandi&lt;/a&gt; of course arrived early to help me prepare for the party.  I know your probably sick and tired of hearing what a wonderful person and friend she is but it’s the damn truth.  I would have been so behind if she didn’t come over to help me.  The party started at 1pm and she arrived………..are you ready…………….at 10:30am to help me.  What a girl!  I am so thankful she was there for me.  Being able to count on someone is a hard thing but when you find someone that no matter what they come through for you it’s a wonderful thing.  Brandi is the only other person besides some of my family and sometimes not even them in my entire life that I can truly depend on.  She didn’t leave the party until 4:30 and that was after she helped me clean up and everyone was long gone. She even did all her chores on Saturday just to help me and be at my party on Sunday.  Gotta love her.  The party was fun the food was plentiful and I think I have enough food left to eat for two weeks.  I don’t have many of those party’s – mainly in part because I think I go over board, LOL  Oh well it was a good time and I got a beautiful picture I really wanted.  I had a very good weekend and today has been good also.  Things went so smoothly this morning and I am so thankful to GOD for this blessed day! Have a great Monday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10286578-112533114044477848?l=hangyourcoatup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hangyourcoatup.blogspot.com/feeds/112533114044477848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10286578&amp;postID=112533114044477848&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286578/posts/default/112533114044477848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286578/posts/default/112533114044477848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hangyourcoatup.blogspot.com/2005/08/school-has-begun.html' title='School has begun.'/><author><name>Rhonda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08474730604200430454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/15/94167482_01b0cec771.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10286578.post-112499757895823358</id><published>2005-08-25T14:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-25T14:19:38.970-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Friday!</title><content type='html'>Today is my Friday.  I have my son’s orientation tomorrow.  School starts on Monday and I am not feeling at ease with everyone going different directions for the first time.  My son starts Middle School, B is going to a new Daycare provider and N is going to aftercare at her school.  I despise this part of being a mother – WORRING!  I guess I sort of have to give up some control with my son since he will be leaving home and getting home from school by himself.  With that comes trust and how do you trust a 12 year old that you have to beg to take a shower or remind to put on his deodorant????  I have to let a woman I barley even know keep my precious B.  I know people that know her and have heard nothing but good things but still.  Am I just being stupid?  I am fine with N and her schedule.  She has wanted to go to aftercare since she started that school so she is excited.  I mean B is excited to go to her new place but it’s different, she is only 4.  I am praying N gives 100% this year because last year she didn’t and had an outstanding teacher (lucky her).  I think her teacher will look out for her and make sure she gets with a teacher that can “handle” her personality.  I have to start cracking the whip and keeping a strict schedule and it will take awhile for them to get back on so I am dreading the “adjustment period”.  I am gonna try to keep my cool and let them ease back into things but when I mean business I mean business!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been thinking a lot about the type of people my children will be.  Of course I want them to be successful but more importantly I want them to be good people.  My parents never talked to me about people in the world, and I want my children to be aware of the types of people so they hopefully can be aware of who they are and how they do/don’t want to be.  I also make them aware that there are average everyday people just trying to make it and that if you give 100% all the time – no one can ask you for more.  I hope that doesn’t sound crazy.  I really try to talk about life in general with them - in hopes that I might be preparing them to be independent.  I am hoping one day they will be out there and will remember their mom told them about “things” like this and it wont hit them so hard.  I don’t know if I am doing it right but I sure know knowledge is power and I am trying to fill them with tons of it about life and being a good person. Patterns in history repeat themselves so hopefully they will take the information I give them and be able to use it one day to their benefit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am loving the weather this week I have been wearing capri’s to football practice because it get sooo cool by the time practice is over.  I am not looking forward to winter.  Autumn I can handle but winter is for Santa – not me.  Have a good weekend and I am not a weekend blogger since I blog at work, hehehe so I will catch up with everyone next week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10286578-112499757895823358?l=hangyourcoatup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hangyourcoatup.blogspot.com/feeds/112499757895823358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10286578&amp;postID=112499757895823358&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286578/posts/default/112499757895823358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286578/posts/default/112499757895823358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hangyourcoatup.blogspot.com/2005/08/its-friday.html' title='It&apos;s Friday!'/><author><name>Rhonda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08474730604200430454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/15/94167482_01b0cec771.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10286578.post-112490537229919926</id><published>2005-08-24T12:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-24T12:42:52.306-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Drum roll please...............</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=400 align=center border=1 bordercolor=black cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=#66CCFF align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Brain is 66.67% Female, 33.33% Male&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=#FFFFFF&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your brain leans female&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think with your heart, not your head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet and considerate, you are a giver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you're tough enough not to let anyone take advantage of you!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/genderbrainquiz/"&gt;What Gender Is Your Brain?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10286578-112490537229919926?l=hangyourcoatup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hangyourcoatup.blogspot.com/feeds/112490537229919926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10286578&amp;postID=112490537229919926&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286578/posts/default/112490537229919926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286578/posts/default/112490537229919926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hangyourcoatup.blogspot.com/2005/08/drum-roll-please.html' title='Drum roll please...............'/><author><name>Rhonda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08474730604200430454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/15/94167482_01b0cec771.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10286578.post-112473773858280867</id><published>2005-08-22T14:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-22T14:08:58.590-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Relaxing as they come</title><content type='html'>My sweet girl N had a wonderful birthday.  I took a ½ day to surprise her and boy was she happy.  Doesn’t take much to please her, lol.  I know I would not have been able to do much for her after practice Thursday night so I decided ½ day would be perfect. Everything went great and she said it was the best birthday ever.  Thursday night after practice S went to stay with D Melinda’s son to go with them to the last day of the Ravens Training Camp on Friday.  What a day he had.  He wanted to spend some money so we went to K-mat before N’s so called party.  Low and behold he finds this huge action figure of Ray Lewis.  Knowing he is going to see them on Friday we buy (as we call him) Lil Ray.  He takes him with him in hopes to get Big Ray to sign Lil Ray.  Later that afternoon I get a message that indeed S and D did get Ray to sing their things.  He has been telling everyone!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday night before I go home I drive straight to Melinda’s to get S.  Mom had taken the girls out to run some errands before she left and wasn’t their when we got home.  About 8:15pm mom and the girls roll up and I swear mom couldn’t get out of their any faster if she were on fire, lol.  Rough 3 weeks, huh, ma? LOL  She was such a big help and although I am glad to have my space back I do miss her!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday I tried get up before anyone woke up and get my nails done – of course, hehehe but B cancelled that quick and was up and ready to go too.  We get back from getting “OUR” nails done and get ready to head over to Brandi’s.  S went with a friend so me and the girls were off to swim.  We went to the pool for a couple of hours with her and J and then headed back home.  My son’s football coach had a BIG party so we went over there from 6pm until about 10pm and everyone crashed once their heads hit the pillow.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was nice – since most of my cleaning was done all I did was wash a couple loads of clothes.  The girls went back to my dad’s for the week and the BD took S to the pool at his house.  I went down the street to have a few beers and chill.  Melinda is watching S all week so I took him to her house last night so they could sleep in.  If you have calculated correctly up to this point I am not officially “KIDLESS” =O  Most likely I will do nothing but the break is always welcome.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a wonderful week – School starts next week for me so I am soaking it up for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10286578-112473773858280867?l=hangyourcoatup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hangyourcoatup.blogspot.com/feeds/112473773858280867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10286578&amp;postID=112473773858280867&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286578/posts/default/112473773858280867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286578/posts/default/112473773858280867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hangyourcoatup.blogspot.com/2005/08/relaxing-as-they-come.html' title='Relaxing as they come'/><author><name>Rhonda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08474730604200430454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/15/94167482_01b0cec771.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10286578.post-112447390073752181</id><published>2005-08-19T12:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-19T12:51:40.743-05:00</updated><title type='text'>100 Things about Me</title><content type='html'>1.      I am a single mother&lt;br /&gt;2.      I am devoted to my children&lt;br /&gt;3.      Always have been&lt;br /&gt;4. All my children have the same father&lt;br /&gt;5. I was with him for 13 years&lt;br /&gt;6. I don’t love him any more&lt;br /&gt;7. I am so thankful to GOD for that&lt;br /&gt;8. He is poison&lt;br /&gt;9. We started dating when we were 15&lt;br /&gt;10. 2 years later S was born&lt;br /&gt;11. He is the IV&lt;br /&gt;12. 3 years later N was born&lt;br /&gt;13. 4 months later his 2nd son was born&lt;br /&gt;14. He was not mine&lt;br /&gt;15. 4 years later another of his daughters was born&lt;br /&gt;16. She was not mine&lt;br /&gt;17. 1 month later B was born&lt;br /&gt;18. 1 year later another one of his daughters was born&lt;br /&gt;19. She was not mine&lt;br /&gt;20. 1 year later another one of his sons was born&lt;br /&gt;21. He was not mine either&lt;br /&gt;22. They gave him the same name as S&lt;br /&gt;23. I was devastated&lt;br /&gt;24. There are a total of 4 mothers&lt;br /&gt;25. I get along with all the other mothers except one&lt;br /&gt;26. She has his last two&lt;br /&gt;27. She tries to be me ALL THE TIME&lt;br /&gt;28. GOOD LUCK BITCH – WONT HAPPEN!&lt;br /&gt;29. I love GOD&lt;br /&gt;30. I am my fathers only child&lt;br /&gt;31. I am my mothers oldest&lt;br /&gt;32. I cant imagine life without my kids&lt;br /&gt;33. I once forgot a very special person birthday&lt;br /&gt;34. 2 years in a row&lt;br /&gt;35. She forgave me&lt;br /&gt;36. I pray&lt;br /&gt;37. I Love Florida&lt;br /&gt;38. I had a blast in Las Vegas&lt;br /&gt;39. I found a true Best Friend&lt;br /&gt;40. I am not attracted to white men at all&lt;br /&gt;41. I have two tattoos&lt;br /&gt;42. I want more&lt;br /&gt;43. My dad doesn’t like them&lt;br /&gt;44. My dad can play any instrument&lt;br /&gt;45. He works too much&lt;br /&gt;46. I never get to spend time with him&lt;br /&gt;47. That really bothers me&lt;br /&gt;48. I never snuck out of my house&lt;br /&gt;49. I think I skipped school once&lt;br /&gt;50. My best friend when I was 13 actually showed me how to use a tampon&lt;br /&gt;51. I was so clueless&lt;br /&gt;52. In 9th grade I failed Sex Ed&lt;br /&gt;53. I was too afraid to ask what “pulling out” was&lt;br /&gt;54. I didn’t have many friends in high school&lt;br /&gt;55. I am very independent&lt;br /&gt;56. I don’t think I will ever get married&lt;br /&gt;57. I am not sad about it……………….yet&lt;br /&gt;58. I hold my man and friends to very high standards&lt;br /&gt;59. I have an iguana&lt;br /&gt;60. His name is Godzuki&lt;br /&gt;61. I used to have a cockatiel&lt;br /&gt;62. With no toes because he bit them off trying to bite the doctor&lt;br /&gt;63. I was on the Pom Pom squad for 3 years&lt;br /&gt;64. I was co-captain the 2nd year then captain the 3rd&lt;br /&gt;65. I have had many friends do me wrong&lt;br /&gt;66. My circle is very small&lt;br /&gt;67. I like it that way&lt;br /&gt;68. I am very close to my sister&lt;br /&gt;69. Her son is very special to me&lt;br /&gt;70. I was unable to see him be born&lt;br /&gt;71. I was very hurt by that&lt;br /&gt;72. Melinda was only there for my first two children&lt;br /&gt;73. Brandi was there for my last&lt;br /&gt;74. She was not alive when she was born&lt;br /&gt;75. She needed oxygen for 3 minutes&lt;br /&gt;76. I had an emergency C-Section&lt;br /&gt;77. She was 7 weeks early and only 4lbs&lt;br /&gt;78. My water broke at 29 weeks&lt;br /&gt;79. I was in the bed for 4 weeks&lt;br /&gt;80. I broke my ankle&lt;br /&gt;81. I fell down the stairs holding B&lt;br /&gt;82. B was not hurt&lt;br /&gt;83. I love my job&lt;br /&gt;84. It took me a long time to get&lt;br /&gt;85. I never gave up&lt;br /&gt;86. I used to smoke a pack of Newports a day&lt;br /&gt;87. The only thing my son wanted for Christmas was for me to quit&lt;br /&gt;88. So I did&lt;br /&gt;89. I only smoke sometimes when I go out&lt;br /&gt;90. I like to drink alcohol&lt;br /&gt;91. I love wine&lt;br /&gt;92. 95% of the time I don’t wear panties&lt;br /&gt;93. I don’t like them&lt;br /&gt;94. I am spoiled&lt;br /&gt;95. I am obsessed with being wrinkle free&lt;br /&gt;96. I take care of my skin&lt;br /&gt;97. I need to take better care of my body&lt;br /&gt;98. I need to lose some weight&lt;br /&gt;99. I am addicted to Blistex&lt;br /&gt;100.    I love sushi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10286578-112447390073752181?l=hangyourcoatup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hangyourcoatup.blogspot.com/feeds/112447390073752181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10286578&amp;postID=112447390073752181&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286578/posts/default/112447390073752181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286578/posts/default/112447390073752181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hangyourcoatup.blogspot.com/2005/08/100-things-about-me.html' title='100 Things about Me'/><author><name>Rhonda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08474730604200430454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/15/94167482_01b0cec771.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10286578.post-112437790326486220</id><published>2005-08-18T10:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-18T10:11:43.270-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Queen is 9</title><content type='html'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY BABY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My home girl is 9 today!.  Out of all my children she is the hardest to deal with but yet her love for me is the deepest.  She has not once ounce of my side of the family in her, LOL  She has a heart of gold and would give you the shirt off her back.  This is also a girl you don’t want to piss off, cause she will lay the smack down on ya!  She speaks her mind whether you like it or not.  This is the girl that will hold my family together when I am gone!.  I love you N with all my heart and soul, your growing so fast I can hardly keep up.   I know it's hard being the middle child but your doing a great job.  I wont be surprised if you become President of the United States one day.  Keep up the good work sweetie, you will have a lot more support than I ever had! xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10286578-112437790326486220?l=hangyourcoatup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hangyourcoatup.blogspot.com/feeds/112437790326486220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10286578&amp;postID=112437790326486220&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286578/posts/default/112437790326486220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286578/posts/default/112437790326486220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hangyourcoatup.blogspot.com/2005/08/queen-is-9.html' title='The Queen is 9'/><author><name>Rhonda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08474730604200430454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/15/94167482_01b0cec771.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10286578.post-112419727491868543</id><published>2005-08-16T07:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-16T08:03:10.423-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Girls Night Out - So What!</title><content type='html'>Well I am sure you all already heard what a disappointment Saturday night was.  I will try to get my pictures up later, but here is one that was taken by Lisa: &lt;br /&gt;Me and my girl.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/106/3077/50/Friends.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/106/3077/320/Friends.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (This picture also shows a little of the new and improved tattoo) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man I was mad!  I mean MAD!  I love to go out and I don’t get to often and if I do I normally have to be home by a certain hour but not this time – Mom was at my house and I had no worries.  That damn SIL. And freakin Lisa – how you gonna invite people to your b-day over a month in advance and send many emails to remind them and be all hyped up about it and then leave at 11pm????  I think I am starting to sweat just talking about this mess I just need to stop!  Earlier Saturday the girls and I went to Brandi’s to the pool with her and J.  Fun time – then again her and I always have a fun time.  Just want to make a small comment about the wonderful things she said about me on her blog!  Thanks Love you’re the bestest.  Sunday my mother worked me to death.  I had to put together a new grill, a cabinet for my bathroom, go through all the clothes in the house to determine if they fit or if they were worthy of keeping (still not yet done with that), pick up my back yard, clean the small basement area going out to the back yard and cook dinner on the grill.  Shew I am exhausted.  She is working me to death.  I am so glad I had practice last night so she couldn’t work me!  This is her last week with me *sniff, sniff* I am really gonna miss her.  I am very close to my mother and when she moved away over a year ago it was very hard for me.  I love having her around and will miss her dearly.  I mean of course she drives me crazy but still – It has been nice having her around.  We have a scrimmage Wed. night so I am excited about that.  Not much else going on here so I will leave you with this – it was sent to me through email and I just love it:   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Find a guy who calls you beautiful instead of hot, who calls you back when you hang up on him, who will stay awake just to watch you sleep. Wait for the guy who kisses your forehead, who wants to show you off to the world when you are in your sweats, who holds your hand in front of his friends. Wait for the one who is constantly reminding you of how much he cares about you and how lucky he is to have you. Wait for the one who turns to his friends and says, "...that's her!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10286578-112419727491868543?l=hangyourcoatup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hangyourcoatup.blogspot.com/feeds/112419727491868543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10286578&amp;postID=112419727491868543&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286578/posts/default/112419727491868543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286578/posts/default/112419727491868543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hangyourcoatup.blogspot.com/2005/08/girls-night-out-so-what.html' title='Girls Night Out - So What!'/><author><name>Rhonda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08474730604200430454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/15/94167482_01b0cec771.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10286578.post-112360506114288611</id><published>2005-08-09T11:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-09T11:31:01.176-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yet Another Fun Filled Weekend!</title><content type='html'>Friday went by with ease. It was time for my 2 week ritual of getting my nails and toes done - gotta love when that day comes around.  Mom left to go home for the weekend.  Her and my step Dad's anniversary was Monday; 2 years married but over 12 years together.  You go mom!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday morning came and it was time for my son to weigh in for football.  Not that I was worried he would not make weight since he just finally after 2 years of waiting broke 80 lbs.  Since he is 12 he has to play for the 115 lb team.  All of the boys that came to the weigh in made weight, YIIIPPPEE!  A couple of boys didn’t come due to the fact that they are more than 5 lbs over but that is ok because then next weigh in isn't for two weeks so they have time to lose.  After the weigh in &lt;a href="http://runningonempty2.blogspot.com/"&gt;Brandi&lt;/a&gt;, her kids and me and my kids headed for a water park in VA.  I know you might think you know what I am talking about but this little water park is very different than anything I have ever seen.  More or less it’s a big pool with water slides around the outside ranging in sizes.  Your allowed to get on each and every slide with your child no matter how big or small your kid is.  GOTTA LOVE THAT!  I hate when you go to the “normal” water park (like this one is abnormal, hehe) and you being the parent has decided to take your kid on ride or what have you and they feel you as a parent cant make the decision whether your kid can ride or not and wont let your kid on nor will they let the kid get on with you the parent.  Did that make any sense?  - Anywho it really bothers me when they do that.  Well not at this water park you the parent are the boss.  They don’t even charge for parking and even better they have life jackets they supply for you for free too!  OUTSTANDING I tell you.  We get there a little after 2pm and Brandi’s daughter J is not feelin this place at all.  That is one cautious little girl.  She had to check out the scene and watch everyone else do his or her thing before she felt comfortable enough to do hers.  She was so cute.  Once she felt comfortable that is all she wrote.  “Again Mommy” is all you heard the rest of the time.  Brandi took her on the big slides and she loved it.  She would get up there, sit on her momma’s lap and hold that little nose of hers and off they went.  Such a little sweetie.  All the kids had a wonderful time and so did the mommies!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday came around and I had to do my duties.  CLEAN, CLEAN, CLEAN.  Since my mom has been there all week I didn’t really have a lot to clean but strip the beds, clean the bathrooms, vacuum and dust.  I ran some errands and hung around the house for the rest of the day.  The BD came and got the kids and took them to the pool for a couple of hours, which gave me a little peace and quiet.  Good weekend had by all.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday was football practice that got stormed out and rescheduled until today although we wont be attending because S has a really bad case of pink eye that he got from the pool on Sunday.  Can you believe some mothers - allowing their kid to swim in the pool with pink eye!! AAARRRHHHHH  He is on medicine now but highly contagious for the next 3 days so in the house he will stay.  Pray for me that the rest of the house doesn’t get it.  Happy Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To answer Kim's questions&lt;br /&gt;1.) What is the most ill you have ever been? and how did it effect your life? The most ill I have ever been was in High School - I got pneumonia and missed months of school.  I subsequently failed and had to re-do the classes the following year - not fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.) 3 qualities about yourself you love and would never change? My determination, my honesty and my loyalty to ones that mean the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.) If you have ever drank or done drugs what happened the first time you got drunk/high? I will tell this story cause it's funny, LOL Not sure if it was the first time I ever experimented but it was shortly after I had my son.  I think I was about 18 and I was visiting the BD. He upset me so bad because I found out he was smoking cigarettes, LOL.  I stormed out of the apartment with a cigarette in my hand ready to piss him off.  I thought to myself "I am gonna get him, he wants to smoke then I will too"!  HOLLY SHIT!  I took a couple big puffs of his Newport and my ass was laid out over a storm drain passed out!  My head started to spin and down I went.  I woke up later that night in bed with a terrible head and stomach ach.  He told me that one of his friends saw me laid out and went to get him and he had to come carry me inside and put me in bed.  I showed him, huh??? LMAO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10286578-112360506114288611?l=hangyourcoatup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hangyourcoatup.blogspot.com/feeds/112360506114288611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10286578&amp;postID=112360506114288611&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286578/posts/default/112360506114288611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286578/posts/default/112360506114288611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hangyourcoatup.blogspot.com/2005/08/yet-another-fun-filled-weekend.html' title='Yet Another Fun Filled Weekend!'/><author><name>Rhonda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08474730604200430454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/15/94167482_01b0cec771.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10286578.post-112325134858975555</id><published>2005-08-05T09:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-05T09:15:48.600-05:00</updated><title type='text'>And the answer is...................</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://lordplease.blogspot.com/"&gt;Melinda&lt;/a&gt; asked:&lt;br /&gt;1.) Something that made you very sad?&lt;br /&gt;I loved my BD very very much and no one in this world will ever even be able to come close to understanding why and when he had his children with G and allowed her to name them what she did it hurt me more than you could ever imagine.  I named my children out of love and dedication to him and she stole that from me.  I wanted them to have names that meant something and that no one else had she tried to destroy that.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.) The thing that made you FINANLY realize that your BD was not good for you?  &lt;br /&gt;Ya know it wasn’t just one thing it was a large amount of things.  After the accident his brain just went to la la land and I we couldn’t even have a conversation.  I tried many times to make him leave but he wouldn’t.  It was actually a very long process to get him gone.  I remained consistent and just kept telling him he needed to go be with one of the other girls.  This started way before I even moved back to Crofton, but if I had to choose one thing it would be G and all the things she did and has done to attack me that he allowed to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.) Something from your past that you miss or wish you could change? &lt;br /&gt; I miss my grandmother (my mom’s mom).  Her and I were very close and although she would have had a very hard time accepting my children she would have done it and I know she would have loved them dearly.  I am who I am today because of what I went through in my past and I believe in GOD to the up most therefore I would not change a thing about my past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://adivainscrubs.blogspot.com/"&gt;Dee&lt;/a&gt; asked:&lt;br /&gt;1.) How many purses do you own?&lt;br /&gt;Well right now I have approximately 23 (I think it’s a few more but I will just leave it at that).  I love purses – it’s one of my weaknesses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.) How many pairs of shoes do you own?&lt;br /&gt;In my closet right now I have 66 pairs of shoes…………………my other weakness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.) What do you love most about motherhood?&lt;br /&gt;I love they way they look at me as if I was perfect.  Even if I screw up they think it’s ok and go on like nothing happened.  I love their innocence and being able to see them grow up from this angle.  I remember growing up myself but to be able to see them go through it and remembering how I felt and what I thought makes me laugh at how innocent we all used to be.  Looking at the cycle as a mother is wonderful.  I love everything about motherhood.  I don’t know life without it.  I mean I had a childhood but that’s not really life.  Did that make any sense? LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://simplyschatzi.blogspot.com/"&gt;Schatzi&lt;/a&gt; asked:&lt;br /&gt;1.) Would you have any more children if your "future" hubby wanted one?&lt;br /&gt;I have actually thought about this a lot lately. LOL  I am still torn.  I am sooo done with the baby days: diapers, bottles, diaper bags, car seats, pacifiers OOOHHHH its so much work.  I would have to talk about it A LOT with him and depending on the person I might consider it.  I refuse to do it alone ever again!  He better plan on doing just as much as I do with the baby and if not then forget it. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) What is your dream car/truck/suv?&lt;br /&gt;A pimped out Summit White Yukon Denali XL with sandstone leather seats sittin on 22’s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) If you could be pampered for a day. What all would you do?  I first want to go shopping and then be taken out to eat.  Then I want to go to the spa for an extended full body massage, I want to then sit in the hot tub for about 30 min, then I will go have a facial.   Next I want to sit in the sauna for about 10 min (that is all I can handle), then I will have my paraffin manicure and reflexology pedicure.  I will finish the day with a good dinner and great sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://runningonempty2.blogspot.com/"&gt;Brandi&lt;/a&gt; asked:&lt;br /&gt;1) What is the worst thing that ever happened to you?&lt;br /&gt;I have been through some rough times but now that I look back I am glad they happened because it has really molded me into who and what I am today.  I think the worse thing that has happened to me would be watching N go through all she went through from beginning to end with her burning her hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Why didn't you like me when you first meet me? Was it b/c I was so beautiful and you were jealous (kidding girl)?&lt;br /&gt;Yes girl it was and I am very mad you brought that up – you know how self-conscious I am! HA!  Girl, I didn’t used to like anyone – you know I was a bitch!  Oh shit I still am.  =) You didn’t do anything specific I just didn’t like your cocky ass, hehe.  Don’t feel bad I didn’t like Melinda either. But I love ya now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) What is the breaking point (the deal breaker) in a relationship for you? friendship or a lover?&lt;br /&gt;Now that I am a different person than I used to be I would say the deal breaker in a relationship with my lover would be to be caught lying.  I really have no time for childish disrespectful games!  Although the truth sometimes hurts, lies create wounds and they don’t just hurt they scar!  In friendship it would be to leave me out there when I needed you the most.  To not stand by me NO MATTER WHO, WHAT, WHEN, WHERE OR WHY! That would be the deal breaker for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10286578-112325134858975555?l=hangyourcoatup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hangyourcoatup.blogspot.com/feeds/112325134858975555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10286578&amp;postID=112325134858975555&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286578/posts/default/112325134858975555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286578/posts/default/112325134858975555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hangyourcoatup.blogspot.com/2005/08/and-answer-is.html' title='And the answer is...................'/><author><name>Rhonda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08474730604200430454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/15/94167482_01b0cec771.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10286578.post-112309648680348779</id><published>2005-08-03T14:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-03T14:14:46.816-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You know what they say...........</title><content type='html'>....if you cant steal from your friends who can you steal from! HAHAHAHA  You know the drill - Ask me 3 questions - I tell you no lies.  Make um good yall!  I will give you all a couple of days to get your questions in and then I will answer away!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10286578-112309648680348779?l=hangyourcoatup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hangyourcoatup.blogspot.com/feeds/112309648680348779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10286578&amp;postID=112309648680348779&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286578/posts/default/112309648680348779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286578/posts/default/112309648680348779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hangyourcoatup.blogspot.com/2005/08/you-know-what-they-say.html' title='You know what they say...........'/><author><name>Rhonda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08474730604200430454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/15/94167482_01b0cec771.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10286578.post-112298232600347915</id><published>2005-08-02T06:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-02T06:32:06.010-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Best Friends for Life!</title><content type='html'>Ya know, in all my years I have never had a friend like &lt;a href="http://runningonempty2.blogspot.com/"&gt;Brandi&lt;/a&gt;!  Her and I get along so well. I can always count on her.  When I say always I mean ALWAYS!  She is what a true blue friend is made of.  I am blessed to have her for a Best Friend.   I can without a doubt, guarantee her and I will have a GREAT time no matter where we go, no matter what the situation, whether plans change for the better or worse.  It doesn’t matter, her and I will make it a good time and come out on top.  I love that about us.  We can even make a bad situation outstanding!  Take Saturday for instance, we were going to Ocean City and knew it was gonna rain.  The news actually said it was gonna rain most on the eastern shore and that is exactly where OC is.  We didn’t care!  We went anyway knowing we would make it a good time.  We had so much freakin food you would have thought we were staying for the week, we were laughing at each other so hard because we had so much and at the end we would have been fine with one bad of chips a couple of sandwiches and 1 box of juice, LOL  Instead we had 6 bad of chips 3 things of cookies, 8 slim jims, 8 sandwiches, 2 packs of pudding, 2 cans of pineapples, grapes, little Debbie brownies, fudge rounds, pecan twirls, one pack of apple sauce, 1 12 pack of water, 1 8 pack of water and 4 boxes of juice.  I am sure I forgot a couple of items but you get the picture. LOL  It rained part of the way up there and was overcast most of the day but we had a great time.  I got in the water with the kids – man the waves were huge, it was so much fun.  It was Brandi’s daughter’s first ever time at the beach and at first she was apprehensive but soon learned how much fun it was.  She was so cute.  Of course S was out exploring and catching sea creatures.  N stayed in the water most of the time and the girls played in the sand for the most part.  We spent some time on the beach and then headed to the boardwalk.  The girls wanted to get on the ferris wheel so bad so we did that, and walked down the boardwalk a bit to look at the sites.  Stopped to play on the playground equipment in the sand for the kids, got some delicious boardwalk food and had a wonderful time.  We didn’t end up leaving until 8:30pm.  I will say that the ride home was just as interesting as the entire day, filled with flatulent’s and aliens.  I had a wonderful day and I know everyone else did too.  I can’t wait until we do it again.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday morning Brandi had to come to my house to pick up some things she left the day before.  J was so excited to see her girlfriends and since it was just a run in and run out reunion she was pissed she had to leave her "buddies" so soon.  LOL She is such a cutie pie!  Later that day got a bit hectic, I had to spend some NOT needed time with the BD because of the children but it was limited.  I really can’t stand him and he always gives me a headache, but I managed to survive (like always).  My mom came down and will be at my house for the next two weeks so this should be interesting.  Happy Tuesday everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10286578-112298232600347915?l=hangyourcoatup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hangyourcoatup.blogspot.com/feeds/112298232600347915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10286578&amp;postID=112298232600347915&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286578/posts/default/112298232600347915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286578/posts/default/112298232600347915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hangyourcoatup.blogspot.com/2005/08/best-friends-for-life.html' title='Best Friends for Life!'/><author><name>Rhonda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08474730604200430454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/15/94167482_01b0cec771.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10286578.post-112237675003315169</id><published>2005-07-26T06:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-26T06:19:10.040-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Can anyone say "HEAT"?!?!</title><content type='html'>Not too much to report about the weekend.  It was a good one.  I went to a cookout all day Saturday for my son's best friend. He turned 8 on Wed.  My son's boil is doing well - it's going down and away!  The kids father had them Sunday, he took them skating so I took that time to go shopping and to vacuum out the van and give it a good cleanin.  She looks outstanding, yes my van is a girl and her name is "Brenda".  She has been so reliable she has to be a woman, LOL.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My son started football yesterday in the sweltering heat.  You would have thought it was a wet tee shirt contest the way everyone looked.  It was crazy hot.  Not that I mind cause I love the heat but come on.  Today is supposed to be even hotter.  I did this fill in the blank thing on &lt;a href="http://mycrazylife.com/"&gt;Mary’s&lt;/a&gt; site and I should have answered this way: When I think of _________ I think of Mary.  I put AZ but I should have put the “sweltering heat index of about 105 degrees”. Good lord give me some AC.  I love to be back in the football thing again.  I wonder how this year will turn out??  They are dividing the team into two teams, an A team and a B team.  We have a coach for the A team but are in need of a coach for the B team.  Anyone interested???  I hope we get a good one.  It really makes a difference when you have a good football coach for your son.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This will be the last week without my girls.  Next week they are back at home.  My son is not too happy about that but I did hear him say this past weekend he missed the girls although I am sure he would never repeat it, LOL.  I on the other hand am glad to be having them back – I really miss those little buggers.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much going on this week except today I am going to get another tattoo.  B is having a fit to have her name displayed on my arm along with her brother and sister so today is for her.  Happy Tuesday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10286578-112237675003315169?l=hangyourcoatup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hangyourcoatup.blogspot.com/feeds/112237675003315169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10286578&amp;postID=112237675003315169&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286578/posts/default/112237675003315169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286578/posts/default/112237675003315169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hangyourcoatup.blogspot.com/2005/07/can-anyone-say-heat.html' title='Can anyone say &quot;HEAT&quot;?!?!'/><author><name>Rhonda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08474730604200430454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/15/94167482_01b0cec771.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10286578.post-112202789795735292</id><published>2005-07-22T05:23:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-22T09:22:30.533-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Attack of the:  "MONSTER BOIL"</title><content type='html'>Me and my boo!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/106/3077/50/014_141.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/106/3077/320/014_141.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have talked about my boo a couple of times so I just wanted everyone to see just what a cutie he really was, hehehehe.  Ok now I need to back track a little.  Last Saturday when I picked S up from football camp he had a pimple on his neck, a nasty white one, so I got it off.  Well that sucker turned into a MONSTAR boil.  It was the size of a bouncy ball you get out of the gum ball machines right before you walk out of K-Mart.  HOLLY SMOKE.  It was nasty and I have never dealt with anything like it before.  I did what I thought was right, by putting heat on it every night trying to draw it out.  Well on Wed. someone at the water park somewhat scratched it and it opened.  That night I spent over an hour slowly pushing out the puss that had built up.  It was nasty the next day which was yesterday, so I made him an appointment at the doctors.  We get to the freakin doctors and they tell us they have to lance it and get the funk out.  Goodness gracious!  The boy was not too happy about that at all.  First they put this cream on it for 30 min. to try and numb it, and they this liquid stuff to freeze it a little.  They take the scalple and cut it open and my son is holding on for dear life cause all the preparations to eliminate the pain didn't work.  I am so thankful the doctor saw that and she had the nurse go get some novacane and stuck this needle in his neck about 5 times to make sure it was numb. FYI the needle with the novacane in it is not a little one. She pulls out the funk and then shoves a little piece of cotton in there, bandages it up and we are on our way.  What a rough day for S and I.  He was so brave under such circumstances I had to take him to K-Mart to get a toy of his choice.  He is on antibiotics and tonight we go back for a check up.  I was so emotionally drained yesterday I just fell so blah today.  I hope this weekend turns out good.  Happy Friday and enjoy the weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10286578-112202789795735292?l=hangyourcoatup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hangyourcoatup.blogspot.com/feeds/112202789795735292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10286578&amp;postID=112202789795735292&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286578/posts/default/112202789795735292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286578/posts/default/112202789795735292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hangyourcoatup.blogspot.com/2005/07/attack-of-monster-boil.html' title='Attack of the:  &quot;MONSTER BOIL&quot;'/><author><name>Rhonda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08474730604200430454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/15/94167482_01b0cec771.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10286578.post-112171474521309336</id><published>2005-07-18T14:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-18T14:25:45.220-05:00</updated><title type='text'>PUBLIC APOLOGY!!!</title><content type='html'>I need to make a confession.  I am a horrible bloggin buddy!!  I won’t mention any names but those involved know who they are.  Here is the story.  We read each other’s blogs and she just happened to be in my area – one that of course she doesn’t live in, over the weekend.  I left her a comment that says hit me up so I can get your info for the weekend and maybe we can hook up.  Shortly after I sent this comment I left early to get my girls.  I really didn’t give it another thought because if she had the time to chill she would let me know, but if not then that would be ok too.  SURPRISE, SURPRISE I came into work today only to realize that she had sent me an email giving me her number and wanting to hang out.  I am not sure if this is as big a deal to her as it is to me but I felt like such a LOSER when I realized she sent me this email.  I really enjoy the relationships I have developed with many of the people I talk to  - not to sound mushy but I look forward to hearing what y’all have to say.  To think that someone I read about often might think I don’t mean what I say or I tried to shun him or her is a very horrible feeling.  That is why I must write this post in hopes that she will not think I tried to avoid her in any way or that when I said lets get together I wasn’t talking out of my ass!  I am publicly **and we all know the freakin net is public** asking for an apology. PLEASE!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My weekend was very busy.  I picked up my son from camp – aaaahhhh what a relief!  He had a wonderful time and I am soooo proud of him.  He did lose his key about 4 times and his football and one of his cleats but all in all it was a good time.  My mother was over this weekend so everyone was on edge.  If you know my mom then you know she is freakin super nanny.  You could do a pop up white glove inspection at my mother’s house and it will always come up clean!  So if you can imagine she was on the warpath since I hadn’t done much cleaning over my week of turmoil.  Oh well my house is white glove worthy now! LOL.  I am exhausted to say the least but glad the house is clean.  It’s about that time and I am ready to go home so I will talk to you cats later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10286578-112171474521309336?l=hangyourcoatup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hangyourcoatup.blogspot.com/feeds/112171474521309336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10286578&amp;postID=112171474521309336&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286578/posts/default/112171474521309336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286578/posts/default/112171474521309336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hangyourcoatup.blogspot.com/2005/07/public-apology.html' title='PUBLIC APOLOGY!!!'/><author><name>Rhonda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08474730604200430454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/15/94167482_01b0cec771.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10286578.post-112128389834393614</id><published>2005-07-13T14:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-13T14:44:58.350-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A TOTAL MESS!!!</title><content type='html'>I am so upset with myself for being so weak.  I had no clue I had this in me.  I mean I love my kids and all but I am a very stern mother.  I refuse to let my kids grow up being disrespectful, ignorant and with no manners.  I do give in sometimes but not when it’s really important not to.  I took my son yesterday to his overnight football camp and him and I were both excited for him to be doing this.  He has never done anything like it before.  We got there and paid the balance on his registration, got his dorm room number and key and took his things to his room to situate.  I made his bed, unpacked his clothes and put them all away.  I set up his fan and we practiced locking and unlocking his door.  I showed him were to put his key when he is practicing because they have to keep track of all of there things themselves.  I outlined all the times on his schedule that pertained to him so it would be easier for him to see it and less confusing. It came time for me to leave and all went well.  He was ready and very excited.  He kissed me bunches, we gave big hugs – I of course tear up a bit and then off we both go.  As I pull off I start to get nervous because he doesn’t read very well and his schedule is front and back full of information on legal paper and they stress BE ON TIME!  I didn’t bring him an alarm clock so now and I nervous he won’t get up in time for breakfast.  I was starting to freak a bit.  I get home and it was terrible – I was all alone, no kids (you think I would enjoy it) quit as hell.  I had to get out of there quickly.  I went to run some errands.  Now if you know me I am very good at hiding things that bother me, that is until I crack.  I don’t dream either.  The only time I dream is when I am trying to hide something so it seems as if it doesn’t bother me.  I guess that is how I deal.  Well last night I tossed and turned and didn’t sleep at all.  Well I think my body was telling me “Rhonda your about to crack”, because this morning I did.  I woke up this only to find out too late I was an hour behind schedule. I cried all the way to work worrying about my son – not that it’s necessary I guess I am just worried.  I am a total mess today.  I feel so stupid but my kids really are my entire life and although I am proud of him and I am glad he did this and want him to be independent I am just terrified something might happen to him.  That is one of my biggest fears!  I know I have to let go but now I see it’s not gonna be as easy as I thought.  I am just too protective I guess and need to give him more space.  I surly dont want him to rely on my for the rest of his life.  This is a perfect example of bitter sweet.  I know I am rambling but I really feel sooooo much better.  I guess I better get some more work done – I will be in training tomorrow.  Happy Hump Day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10286578-112128389834393614?l=hangyourcoatup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hangyourcoatup.blogspot.com/feeds/112128389834393614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10286578&amp;postID=112128389834393614&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286578/posts/default/112128389834393614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286578/posts/default/112128389834393614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hangyourcoatup.blogspot.com/2005/07/total-mess.html' title='A TOTAL MESS!!!'/><author><name>Rhonda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08474730604200430454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/15/94167482_01b0cec771.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10286578.post-112108788715485696</id><published>2005-07-11T08:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-11T08:18:07.163-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wonderful Weekend!</title><content type='html'>Last Monday (July 4th) I was supposed to take girls to the beach and didn’t get a chance to because my step-mom wanted to pick them up early to miss all the bay bridge traffic.  I promised them I would take them this past weekend, so Saturday I spent the day at the beach with them.  We had a ball and I got a little too much sun, my face was a bit pink.  The kids loved it.  B has a floaty and will not go in the water without it and once she has in the water it doesn’t want to come out of at all.  N takes B in the water with her floaty and she pretends she is gonna let her go off into the sunset and B screams every time as if it were the first time she said it.  S likes to go exploring around the beach.  We sit near these trees and a bunch of rocks and he spends most of his time looking around to see what he can find, and believe me he always finds something.  It was a very relaxing day.  I love that I can do small things with them and they love it.  I try to so something every weekend with them to make a summer better.  Plus with not having the girls all week I want to spend quality time doing fun things.  I was supposed to work on my backyard yesterday with my mom but she called from VA and wanted to take me the kids and I to a water park up there.  WOW this place was great!  It was small and geared towards the little ones.  It was $12 for me and N and $10 for B (S stayed with his father so he could ride his pocket bike).  We had a ball and I can’t wait to take them back.  They had the littlest water slides you could imagine and then they had larger ones.  They had a lazy rive that was huge, and unlike other lazy rivers you could float around it without a raft so B just floated around in her life jacket.  The water really pushed you around the river nicely; it was actually hard to walk to opposite way.  Right when you walk in you I got a life jacket for B – they supply them for you for FREE and the parking was FREE! Nothing big for grown-ups (like I would do any grown-up things anyway) but that was ok because the entire time was devoted to B because N had a friend to pal around with.  It was so small I felt comfortable letting her roam a bit.  Not too happy that I didn’t get to work on my back yard but very happy that the girls and I had a great time!  The freakin place was so much fun.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I am off of work to take S to his spend the night football camp for 5 days.  This will be his first time going away from mom without any family around so I am a bit nervous, and actually he is too.  I know he will have a ball and he will learn sooo much.  Tonight we have to pick up his equipment for his regular football season that starts later this month.  I love football and its almost here. YEAH!!!  Have a great week and a happy Monday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10286578-112108788715485696?l=hangyourcoatup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hangyourcoatup.blogspot.com/feeds/112108788715485696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10286578&amp;postID=112108788715485696&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286578/posts/default/112108788715485696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286578/posts/default/112108788715485696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hangyourcoatup.blogspot.com/2005/07/wonderful-weekend.html' title='Wonderful Weekend!'/><author><name>Rhonda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08474730604200430454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/15/94167482_01b0cec771.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10286578.post-112068141989160820</id><published>2005-07-06T15:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-06T15:23:39.893-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday Weekend</title><content type='html'>Well the holiday weekend went off with a BANG!  Friday night I went to pick up my girls and we just went home.  Saturday we woke up and ran errands to get ready for &lt;a href="http://lordplease.blogspot.com/"&gt;Melinda’s&lt;/a&gt; son X’s B-Day party.  He turned 2 the day before S.  Those cancer boys are something else.  The party was a lot of fun.  My boo came and he met my girls.  They were so damn excited to meet him.  N comes up to me a little later and whispers in my ear “you made a good choice mommy, he looks like Allen Iverson.  (**side note**  Allen Iverson is my husband for all that don’t know, hehehe)  Before my girls knew about my boo, if you would ask them who my boyfriend/husband was they would say Allen Iverson.  I don’t think my boo looks like Allen but he is damn handsome.  So all went well at the party/cookout/family reunion/birthday.  My boo came back to the house with us to chill for a bit.  I gave girls a bath, ran the shower for my son and asleep they went.  Sunday, like always I made a big breakfast and I chilled around the house because the kids went with their father to see some cousins.  I actually took a nap.  I have not taken a nap in the middle of the day in a very, very long time.  It was nice.  After the kids got back I get everyone ready to go see Fireworks in Chesapeake Beach.  The girls were going back to my dads so I need to find some fireworks for them to see before Monday afternoon.  Thank goodness I did or B would have hit the roof!  The entire time we watched the fireworks she kept saying “this is awesome!” she was so cute.  The show was great but the traffic was terrible, but what can you do?!?  Monday came around and I took the kids to Sandy Point&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/106/3077/50/Sandy%20Point1.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/106/3077/200/Sandy%20Point1.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt; because their father’s family was having a thing there so they had a ball seeing the family and playing in the water.  It was a long weekend and it was hard to get back on track but I am here and doin it.  I have to work a golf tournament for tomorrow and Friday so that should be fun.  I am not sure if I will be able to update until the weekend so if I don’t talk to yall have a good week.  I will try to post the pictures from this weekend soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10286578-112068141989160820?l=hangyourcoatup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hangyourcoatup.blogspot.com/feeds/112068141989160820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10286578&amp;postID=112068141989160820&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286578/posts/default/112068141989160820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286578/posts/default/112068141989160820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hangyourcoatup.blogspot.com/2005/07/holiday-weekend.html' title='Holiday Weekend'/><author><name>Rhonda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08474730604200430454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/15/94167482_01b0cec771.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10286578.post-112004640690657895</id><published>2005-06-29T06:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-29T07:00:06.923-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday S!</title><content type='html'>He calls him self a "pre" teen. BWAH! Where did all the time go?  My little man is 12 today.  He was born at 1:46 am so at this very moment 12 years ago I was holding that little ray of sunshine while I was 17 years old.  Boy was I in for a treat.  I had to walk the floors with him, he fought sleep so hard.  I made the mistake (being only 17 and a mother) of patting his butt in order to put him to sleep, WHOA!  That was not easy once he reached 2, LOL!  Of course he was my guinea pig being the first but oh what a boy he has become!  Since he was born I have dedicated my life to him and now his sisters also.  I am so proud of him, he is a wonderful boy.  I am so excited to see what he becomes because I know no matter what it is he will be GREAT!  He has a good heart, a good head on his shoulders, he is witty and most importantly he loves his MOM!  I love you with all my heart and soul S, you were my first true love and you always will be.  Happy Birthday to my number 1 man!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10286578-112004640690657895?l=hangyourcoatup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hangyourcoatup.blogspot.com/feeds/112004640690657895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10286578&amp;postID=112004640690657895&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286578/posts/default/112004640690657895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286578/posts/default/112004640690657895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hangyourcoatup.blogspot.com/2005/06/happy-birthday-s.html' title='Happy Birthday S!'/><author><name>Rhonda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08474730604200430454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/15/94167482_01b0cec771.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10286578.post-111996316659489038</id><published>2005-06-28T07:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-28T07:52:46.593-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 2nd Sexy Man</title><content type='html'>My 8 year old N has given &lt;a href="http://lordplease.blogspot.com/"&gt;Melinda's&lt;/a&gt; son a new nick name.  Me and my family are all about nick names and by the time he is 4 he will have had 500 of them just from my kids, LOL  He is now know as "Sexy Man" she said she has given him this name because he kept givning her kisses this weekend everytime she would ask for them, sooooo freakin cute!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might not have been there when you were born but I am here now and we are gonna have a wonderful time this weekend.  Have a wonderful day cutie pie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10286578-111996316659489038?l=hangyourcoatup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hangyourcoatup.blogspot.com/feeds/111996316659489038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10286578&amp;postID=111996316659489038&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286578/posts/default/111996316659489038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286578/posts/default/111996316659489038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hangyourcoatup.blogspot.com/2005/06/happy-2nd-sexy-man.html' title='Happy 2nd Sexy Man'/><author><name>Rhonda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08474730604200430454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/15/94167482_01b0cec771.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10286578.post-111989415018180228</id><published>2005-06-27T12:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-28T07:42:01.806-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I've been tagged</title><content type='html'>I was tagged by &lt;a href="http://runningonempty2.blogspot.com/"&gt;Brandi&lt;/a&gt; so here it goes.............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Threes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three nicknames that you have had: Champ, Roda, Boo-bottoms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three things you like about yourself: My eyes, my feet, my ability to forgive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three things you don't like about yourself: My stomach, my strech marks, my arms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three things that scare you: being hurt, falling off something really high, losing my parents&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three of your everyday essentials: chai latte, body lotion, face cream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three things you are wearing right now: Brown shirt, Khaki skirt, VS water bra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three of your favorite bands growing up: New Kids on the Block (ohhh how I loved Jordan from NKOTB), Heart, New Edition (I wanted to marry Ralph Tresvant)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two truths and a lie: I have 2 tattoo's, I am not a morning person, I was once married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three things you can't do without: Family, friends, internet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three things you most certainly can do without: LAUNDRY! LAUNDRY! LAUNDRY! (Good one girls), bills, headaches&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three places you want to go on vacation: Hawaii, Fiji, Italy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three things you want to do before you die: Get married and stay married!, see my kids have a family of there own, travel to all 50 states in an RV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will not tag anyone as of right now but if I think I want to later I just might do so keep your eyes open!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Monday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10286578-111989415018180228?l=hangyourcoatup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hangyourcoatup.blogspot.com/feeds/111989415018180228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10286578&amp;postID=111989415018180228&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286578/posts/default/111989415018180228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286578/posts/default/111989415018180228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hangyourcoatup.blogspot.com/2005/06/ive-been-tagged.html' title='I&apos;ve been tagged'/><author><name>Rhonda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08474730604200430454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/15/94167482_01b0cec771.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10286578.post-111962932488806226</id><published>2005-06-24T11:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T11:08:44.896-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My boo met my son!</title><content type='html'>I would like to talk about my boo.  He is just wonderful.  Although we really don’t do much together and I don’t “need” him for anything but personal pleasure, he is still great.  He doesn’t aggravate me, we talk everyday however I don’t get to see him but maybe once or twice a week but I really don’t have the time for him to stuck up my ass – I hate that!  Since I have 3 children and no one to watch them in the evenings and he hasn’t met any of them yet all he really does is just come to the house after the kids are sleep.  He is goofy, silly, passionate, understanding, he listens to me and remembers lots about my family and me.  He knows exactly when to be soft and when to be rough.  We like the same football team, basketball team and drink the same beer.  I was telling him last night about this movie I had to see next week cause I could “feel” what they were talking about when I heard the previews and he knew exactly what movie it was cause he felt the same way.  We connect on so many levels it’s amazing.  I am really falling for him and it has only been 3 ½ months.  The funny thing about it is that I never thought I would fall ever again.  I don’t want to get my hopes up but so far he is soooo fabulous.  I am a little nervous that he is so fabulous and things are so good because you know the saying “if it looks to good to be true it is”.  I pray that is not the case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night he came over and met my son.  My son was so nervous.  He is so protective of me – he thinks everyone is gonna rape me; I guess that is his biggest fear!  I can’t go anywhere or talk to anyone because he gets so upset thinking they might do this horrible thing to me.  So I tell him my boo is coming over and he immediately says “I am not leaving you along with a man, he might rape you.”  I explained to him he was my boo and would never even think of doing something like that to me.  I didn’t bother to tell him my boo could have it anytime he wanted so there was no need for him to “take” it, hehehe.  S asked me if we were gonna go in my room and I told him of course not so that made him very relieved.  I did tell him he was gonna have to go to bed while me and my boo finished watching the Spurs beat the Pistons (I was a great game although the Pistons didn’t win) he was not happy about it but did it anyway.  So while my little buddy was sleeping mommy played pigs in a blanket.  Good lord up above I had a wonderful time last night and have a skinned knee to prove it………ssshhhheeeewwwwweeeee.  Next weekend will be our first time out in a public place with all my kids and my friends so I am very excited.  Have a great weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10286578-111962932488806226?l=hangyourcoatup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hangyourcoatup.blogspot.com/feeds/111962932488806226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10286578&amp;postID=111962932488806226&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286578/posts/default/111962932488806226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286578/posts/default/111962932488806226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hangyourcoatup.blogspot.com/2005/06/my-boo-met-my-son.html' title='My boo met my son!'/><author><name>Rhonda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08474730604200430454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/15/94167482_01b0cec771.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry></feed>
