<?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-6412081449108917378</id><updated>2012-02-09T11:44:02.004-08:00</updated><category term='Teletubbies'/><category term='illness'/><category term='wedding'/><category term='cuteness'/><category term='mulitasking'/><category term='birthday party'/><category term='relationships'/><category term='boat'/><category term='embarassing moments'/><category term='2 yrs old'/><category term='couponing'/><category term='Cocoa Beach'/><category term='cousins'/><category term='Samantha'/><category term='Blueberries'/><category term='beauty'/><category term='work'/><category term='well check'/><category term='car'/><category term='growing up'/><category term='summer school weekend'/><category term='halloween'/><category term='collagan study'/><category term='spiders'/><category term='swimming lessons'/><category term='daily life'/><category term='birthday'/><category term='stress'/><category term='potty time'/><category term='vacation'/><category term='dogs'/><category term='Christmas'/><category term='crappy day'/><category term='Potty training'/><category term='Yoga'/><category term='school'/><category term='weekend'/><category term='book'/><category term='multiples'/><category term='babysitter'/><category term='baby'/><category term='food'/><category term='grumpiness'/><category term='skin'/><category term='routines'/><category term='discipline'/><category term='daycare'/><category term='house'/><category term='religion'/><category term='Recipe'/><category term='funny moments'/><category term='Easter'/><category term='blogging'/><category term='health'/><category term='Father&apos;s Day'/><category term='pregnancy'/><category term='lucky things'/><category term='money'/><title type='text'>Life with Twins: S girl and D dog</title><subtitle type='html'>Tidbits of a working and school going Mother's life with her 3 year old twins</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammieanddylan.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412081449108917378/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammieanddylan.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412081449108917378/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15854884678638215836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XKy8c5ysedM/S_wovA8L__I/AAAAAAAABFA/8nU63HJN_KI/S220/DSC00730.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>500</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412081449108917378.post-6194906878807431367</id><published>2012-02-09T07:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-09T07:59:43.466-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily life'/><title type='text'>Procedure an a  day in the life</title><content type='html'>I had a varicose vein removed yesterday. It has been quite the process getting to this point. I don't think I would go through it again knowing now how much time it would take. I was texting with my sister and mentioned I was just about to go in to have done she said, "How are you doing that?". I imagined she was picturing me in some backwoods vein party (like botox) where you have non physicians proceed for a cheap cost. Well not so much with this! These veins are an integral part of a person's circulatory system. It's the spider veins people may do for cheap at these "parties" I don't know. I have those too but insurance won't pay for that. Was it painful? &lt;em&gt;Yes it was&lt;/em&gt; until they numbed my leg. The inital sclerotherapy with needles puncturing my vein was not numbed, that hurt like a mother. She used a microscalpel the size they use during eye procedurs to puncture my leg and pull that sucker out. Can we say GROSS. I told them the doctor and nurse we had to chat the entire time so I would think about what was happening down there. It's really swarmy when you feel moisture and you imagine it's blood although she told me it was mostly alcohol (which I don't believe) but whatever gets you through right? SO I am sore and wearing this compression hose for a week.&lt;br /&gt;As it turns out I don't really have time to help with painting on the week nights. Here is the typical schedule for me. 1. Leave work at 5, half the time i stop for groceries ineficient I know but we are always out of something..2. Arrive at daycare sign kids out at 540. 3 Arrive home at around 6 take meat out, empty or load dishwasher, juggle the physical needs of my children "Mommy will go to the bathroom with me I am scared? Wipe my BUTT, Can i have treasure? Can I have juice," "what can I have!", What can I do? Dylan said Stupid, Sami said Shut up". 4 Daddy enters the scene now and tries to have a normal conversation with me, he hasn't seen me all day after all either,..This rachets up the voices of S and D because they already have to share me not only with each other but now Daddy wants a turn no way,5. Mean while I am trying to read the directions or boil water or cut meat etc. 6. The struggle between Daddies voice and the twin's voices ensues. 7 Someone gets put in time out after I frustratedly whine "can you guys just BACK OFF for a minute it isn't safe in the kitchen right now". 8 Everyone's feelings are hurt now including Dad's who still has not gotton aword in. 9. Finish dinner, clean up dinner, sweep floors it's 715 now I start the pajama routine and sit down for a few. 10. AT 8 we watch Dora or something I supervise teeth brushing in front of th eTV. 11. 830 is time for book readings in beds and snuggle time. 12 At 9:00 finally laydown in heap on lovely new shag area rug feeling bad that once again Kevin was the only one painting....I don't feel bad enough to get up though!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6412081449108917378-6194906878807431367?l=sammieanddylan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammieanddylan.blogspot.com/feeds/6194906878807431367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6412081449108917378&amp;postID=6194906878807431367' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412081449108917378/posts/default/6194906878807431367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412081449108917378/posts/default/6194906878807431367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammieanddylan.blogspot.com/2012/02/procedure-a-day-in-life.html' title='Procedure an a  day in the life'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15854884678638215836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XKy8c5ysedM/S_wovA8L__I/AAAAAAAABFA/8nU63HJN_KI/S220/DSC00730.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412081449108917378.post-4924669780504851277</id><published>2012-02-06T05:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-06T05:42:05.385-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='house'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='illness'/><title type='text'>A quicky</title><content type='html'>Just a little post for now. Friday I had to leave work early because D had two nosebleeds at school. I told Ms. K the first time she called about it, "Well it's because he keeps picking at his nose"(he woke me up the night before showing me blood on face cloth. So the second time Ms K called about it told her i would come pick him up. So with my watchful eye on duty would had no more nosebleeds this weekend. Of course I consulted Dr Google and horror of horrors nosebleeds can be a sign of leukemia. Thank goodness it was just some simple old over zealous scratching. also this weekend we went to the park, it's like summer here already. We also decided to paint our house insides so we started that. Kevin finally decided he too could no longer live with the peachish beige either, so we are off! Kevin teevoed and watched the super bowl too after a marathon rolling paint session.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6412081449108917378-4924669780504851277?l=sammieanddylan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammieanddylan.blogspot.com/feeds/4924669780504851277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6412081449108917378&amp;postID=4924669780504851277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412081449108917378/posts/default/4924669780504851277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412081449108917378/posts/default/4924669780504851277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammieanddylan.blogspot.com/2012/02/quicky.html' title='A quicky'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15854884678638215836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XKy8c5ysedM/S_wovA8L__I/AAAAAAAABFA/8nU63HJN_KI/S220/DSC00730.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412081449108917378.post-4009418001521975381</id><published>2012-02-01T06:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-01T07:03:20.084-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='discipline'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>It's Birthday month</title><content type='html'>This year for the 4th birthday we are going to take the twins to Sea world! It just so happens that children under 5 get in free this year, we had already decided to go and this was just icing on the cake. We are all going to leave from my Mom's house in Cocoa beach it is about an hour trip to orlando from there. We will also dock the boat and Kevin will enjoy some fishing with his Dad and mini boat rides for S and D. Yes you heard me right Kevin's parents are coming to Stay at my mom's with us. How lucky are these kids with two sets of Grandparents gathering to make a big deal out of their 4th birthday. We will have cake and dinner after the park Saturday. I didn't feel like having putting on a big party at our house again this year. The bounce houses seem to have lost some luster and it is too cold to use the pool this month. I will bring cupcakes and pizza to their classroom so they can celebrate with their friend's at school. It's so cute Sami likes to plan the cupcakes and balloons colors and such that we will have for the big day every night during our quiet "snuggle time" in her bed. Oh and they are also super pumped for Valentine's day and the candy and celebration that come with it. I have also set up a reward system for good behavior, cooperation, and helping me with chores around the house. I am amazed at how well these almost four year olds will respond to the chance to get a dig in their "treasure box" they each have their own filled with candy. At this point they will do just about anything thing to earn a star towards treasure 3 stars=a piece of candy. Our dentist thanks me. That's all for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6412081449108917378-4009418001521975381?l=sammieanddylan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammieanddylan.blogspot.com/feeds/4009418001521975381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6412081449108917378&amp;postID=4009418001521975381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412081449108917378/posts/default/4009418001521975381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412081449108917378/posts/default/4009418001521975381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammieanddylan.blogspot.com/2012/02/its-birthday-month.html' title='It&apos;s Birthday month'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15854884678638215836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XKy8c5ysedM/S_wovA8L__I/AAAAAAAABFA/8nU63HJN_KI/S220/DSC00730.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412081449108917378.post-798052270760760828</id><published>2012-01-27T05:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T06:00:43.719-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cuteness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='discipline'/><title type='text'>I don't usually promote violence BUT</title><content type='html'>There was a little boy harassing Samantha at school the other day. Honestly, Dylan was mad at Sami for some thing she had done which relates to aforemention "harrassment "(I don't want to announce it on the internet) anyway the other little boy got a few mean comments in towards Sami ; and Dylan punched him in the face. The teacher let it slide. She is also a twin and said, "If someone had done that to my sister I would have done the same thing" . It's not like Dylan is a bully he really is one of the smaller more sensitive boys in the class, just don't mess with the S -Girl. I told him I was proud of him for sticking up for his sister, but that was the only time it was okay to hit someone else.&lt;br /&gt;Another weekend is looming close. My inlaws are coming into town to visit so that is the main plan. I am not worried about the twins being too sticky. I noticed this week as I feel better and want them around more they are less of a pain in the butt. It's like they sense the wounded animal in a parent and they must attack while you are down. That's my theory anyway. So to clarify when you want and need calmness the most as a parent you likely to get children that are going apeshit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6412081449108917378-798052270760760828?l=sammieanddylan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammieanddylan.blogspot.com/feeds/798052270760760828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6412081449108917378&amp;postID=798052270760760828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412081449108917378/posts/default/798052270760760828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412081449108917378/posts/default/798052270760760828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammieanddylan.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-dont-usually-promote-violence-but.html' title='I don&apos;t usually promote violence BUT'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15854884678638215836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XKy8c5ysedM/S_wovA8L__I/AAAAAAAABFA/8nU63HJN_KI/S220/DSC00730.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412081449108917378.post-6668412745291908995</id><published>2012-01-23T06:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T06:08:05.066-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='discipline'/><title type='text'>Rewind in one sentence</title><content type='html'>Kevin described our weekend best this morning when he said, "Hooray for Monday, if you hate your job just have kids and it won't seem that bad." We did have fun at playdate at mcdonalds play center Monday and the park Sunday, however the rest of the time they were like flies on stink. Seriously, self entertainment is not a concept my family understands :) Have a HOOPY Happy monday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6412081449108917378-6668412745291908995?l=sammieanddylan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammieanddylan.blogspot.com/feeds/6668412745291908995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6412081449108917378&amp;postID=6668412745291908995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412081449108917378/posts/default/6668412745291908995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412081449108917378/posts/default/6668412745291908995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammieanddylan.blogspot.com/2012/01/rewind-in-one-sentence.html' title='Rewind in one sentence'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15854884678638215836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XKy8c5ysedM/S_wovA8L__I/AAAAAAAABFA/8nU63HJN_KI/S220/DSC00730.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412081449108917378.post-7838784979938232095</id><published>2012-01-20T06:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T06:49:08.260-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='illness'/><title type='text'>S girl stands for sick girl</title><content type='html'>Dylan started the cascade of sickness in our family a couple of weeks ago. Kevin and I have been suffering for the past week. Yesterday Sami told me her ear hurt. I thought she was making it up (maybe someone at school had gone home with a sick ear ) because she has not had a cold and that is what typically leads to ear infections. When we arrived at school I asked her once again if her ear still hurt and she said, "No my mouth hurts". I am a bad mom. I took that as she was trying to tell me she was ok that her ear was fine and she didn't need the doctor. I got a call from the school at 3 that S girl had a fever of 101 and was crying because her ear hurt. So we all end up at the pediatrician who says her ears are fine but her throat is a mess. A strep swab and mono prick later we are sent home with the advice to just wait it out and keep her comfortable with motrin. I felt so bad I made her suffer at school. Needless to say too many popsicles and cookies (and fruit) were consumed last night in an attempt to assauge my guilt and her pain. I promised her I would never doubt her again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6412081449108917378-7838784979938232095?l=sammieanddylan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammieanddylan.blogspot.com/feeds/7838784979938232095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6412081449108917378&amp;postID=7838784979938232095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412081449108917378/posts/default/7838784979938232095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412081449108917378/posts/default/7838784979938232095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammieanddylan.blogspot.com/2012/01/s-girl-stands-for-sick-girl.html' title='S girl stands for sick girl'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15854884678638215836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XKy8c5ysedM/S_wovA8L__I/AAAAAAAABFA/8nU63HJN_KI/S220/DSC00730.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412081449108917378.post-4805895771393140146</id><published>2012-01-17T06:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T06:36:32.026-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cuteness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>Mall Marathon on MLK day</title><content type='html'>Yestereday I had the day off from work but the kids still had school. Although I was guilty about it I dropped them in and went home and made an attempt to finish unpacking the garage. I made some great progress. I picked them up around 3. Samantha was in ballet. She is so freaking cute in her leotard and tights with her in a proper bun. As I snapped photos which I will share later I noticed her earrings were crusty. Santa brought her some earrings that her ears did NOT like. I freaked out (made a big deal) and she started crying when I said, "OMG we have to get those earrings out right now! they are infected". Then as if attached to her Dylan started to cry with this pained look in his eye begging me to please make sami stop crying it was hurting him I could just tell. So we raced to the mall and the piercing pagota. The woman working there not only helped me get the new real gold earrings in she also ripped us off with two warranties on teh new earrings that I did not ask for. Aw well she wasn't supposed to help usaccording to the rules of her job so I guess we are even. Then we we went to food court for ice cream. After which we got them their hair cuts. Then we bought them new shoes, then we went to the play center and took off new tie up shoes. Shortly after taking off new shoes we discovered "we" were hungry and thirsty so we put new tie up shoes BACK on and Traveled Back across the expanse of the mall...I am tired just reliving it on paper and I know why up until now we have had velcro. They are pretty sweet in their new name brand shoes. I have been buying cheap ones and they fall apart so fast this time I splurged on reeboks. You may have to recessitate me when my credit card bill arrives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember how I told you how disruptive their class mates have been lately? Well it turns out that the other boy/boy twins in the class were beating on each other which led to some other kids acting out. Well it turns out the Dad in front of the kids tells the mom " I am leaving you I have a new girlfriend". Nice right. Which helps explain why the kids are so upset. POOR kids!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6412081449108917378-4805895771393140146?l=sammieanddylan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammieanddylan.blogspot.com/feeds/4805895771393140146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6412081449108917378&amp;postID=4805895771393140146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412081449108917378/posts/default/4805895771393140146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412081449108917378/posts/default/4805895771393140146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammieanddylan.blogspot.com/2012/01/mall-marathon-on-mlk-day.html' title='Mall Marathon on MLK day'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15854884678638215836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XKy8c5ysedM/S_wovA8L__I/AAAAAAAABFA/8nU63HJN_KI/S220/DSC00730.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412081449108917378.post-13092629177518741</id><published>2012-01-13T07:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T07:52:29.961-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cousins'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='discipline'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>This is NOT p..rn</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Bcx_ST5Cbss/TxBP8L1PsRI/AAAAAAAABjM/7HW_Gwyzz9I/s1600/29%2BGroup%2BPX%2BGrandkids.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697141424010539282" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Bcx_ST5Cbss/TxBP8L1PsRI/AAAAAAAABjM/7HW_Gwyzz9I/s320/29%2BGroup%2BPX%2BGrandkids.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sorry to disappear on you. I am alive it's just i am getting blocked from using my work computer to access since I moved offices. My new computer thinks my blog is p-rn. So here finally is the photo of the cousins from Christmas. I have a cold. I am Super busy at work. I was just out buying presents for our twin friend's bday this weekend, my twins bday and my mom. Geez people couldn't you have been born a little later in the year :) I just go my MIL a card. I need to ask KEvin what to do. He couldn't think of what to get her for christmas so didn't buy anything. I think we can do better then that for her birthday, I mean there are always edibles or wine or as I have bought too many times in the past lotions. See Who knows if my mom likes the stuff i get her but at least i have some ideas some times. Kevin is afraid his mom won't like stuff and hates to waste money. I do waste well lol. So birthday party and play date a friends who got a big trampolene for christmas. It was funny the dad is a lawyer and talked aobut how they didn't want a pool for fear of lawsuits. HELLO have you ever thought of the consequences of an injury on a trampoline Yeeyowzas! Aren't the kids just scrumptious. I hate to brag too much on here about my kids cause I know it will make many of you readers stick a hypothetical finger down your throat BUT since I tell you of the whining, the sibling abuse etc I can sneak this one in. Yesterday I arrived at the daycare to pandemonium. The teacher said, "Your kids are part of 6 out of 24 kids that listenened today, you wouldn't believe the day we have had, disobedience biting hitting etc." As she is say this one kid bites the other in the forhead causing the meltdown of the bitten child. So teacher says, "Raj why would you bite Cordell in the forehead? Would like it if he bit you in the fore head?" Mean while Sami and Dylan are bursting with exhuberance for their trip to the treasure box. Only good kids get to choose a sticker, or candy or whatever. They picked their goodies and as we left teacher says something like, "REally I just adore your kids they are pleasure to be around". She hugs them and leaves. I will update more I promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6412081449108917378-13092629177518741?l=sammieanddylan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammieanddylan.blogspot.com/feeds/13092629177518741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6412081449108917378&amp;postID=13092629177518741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412081449108917378/posts/default/13092629177518741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412081449108917378/posts/default/13092629177518741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammieanddylan.blogspot.com/2012/01/this-is-not-prn.html' title='This is NOT p..rn'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15854884678638215836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XKy8c5ysedM/S_wovA8L__I/AAAAAAAABFA/8nU63HJN_KI/S220/DSC00730.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Bcx_ST5Cbss/TxBP8L1PsRI/AAAAAAAABjM/7HW_Gwyzz9I/s72-c/29%2BGroup%2BPX%2BGrandkids.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412081449108917378.post-5183827045807324271</id><published>2011-12-30T05:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-30T05:40:38.380-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily life'/><title type='text'>Touche</title><content type='html'>Like everyone else I have friends that forward joke emails to me regularily. My MIL sends one's that are touching or Godly, my FIL forwards political message jokes, Kevin forwards the emails from my Father in law that are too raunchy/inappropriate to send to me. My friend at work sends me all types of joke emails. Yesterday she sent this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One afternoon a man came home from work to find total mayhem in his house. His three children were outside, still in their P.J.'s, playing in the mud, with empty food boxes and wrappers thrown all about the front yard. The door to his wife’s car was open, as was the front door to the house. Proceeding into the entry, he found an even bigger mess.A lamp had been knocked over, and a throw rug was ...wadded against one wall. In the front room the TV was blaring a cartoon channel, and the family room was strewn with toys and various items of clothing. In the kitchen, dishes filled the sink, Breakfast food was spilled on the counter, dog food was spilled on the floor, a broken glass lay under the table, and a small pile of sand lay piled up by the back door.He quickly headed up the stairs, stepping over toys and other piles of clothes, looking for his wife. He was worried that she might be ill, or worse!!He found her lounging into the bedroom, still in her pajamas, reading a novel.She smiled, looked up at him and asked how his day went. He looked at her bewildered and asked, "What happened here today?"She again smiled and answered, "you know everyday when you come home from work and ask me what in the world did I do today?""Yes", he replied reluctantly.She answered, "We'll, today I didn't do it!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forwarded it to Kevin just to see how he would react (he had no problem forwarding me one that involved a nun and stinky shrimp fingers...yeah the mind can a lot of places with that one)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So he replied: " Funny....wait til she finds out he didnt go to work and theres no paycheck"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote back he had totally missed the point. It goes to show how different our realities are based on our own perceptions. You can live in the same house with somebody and have a completely different outlook on life. The point of that email &lt;em&gt;to me&lt;/em&gt; was too point out how unappreciated stay at home moms are. He took it apparently as that lazy bitch outta quit complaining cause the man is bringing home the paycheck. Why do I even bother?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok must add this he is not a pig he was just yanking my chain (and he got me good) this was the response on the matter: "I got it...and i quit thinking that way the day ours popped out. Its the most stressful job one could have!" Phew I guess I don't have to put poison ivy sap in his underwear after all :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6412081449108917378-5183827045807324271?l=sammieanddylan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammieanddylan.blogspot.com/feeds/5183827045807324271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6412081449108917378&amp;postID=5183827045807324271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412081449108917378/posts/default/5183827045807324271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412081449108917378/posts/default/5183827045807324271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammieanddylan.blogspot.com/2011/12/touche.html' title='Touche'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15854884678638215836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XKy8c5ysedM/S_wovA8L__I/AAAAAAAABFA/8nU63HJN_KI/S220/DSC00730.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412081449108917378.post-312445722776065626</id><published>2011-12-27T05:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-27T05:43:25.321-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Coming soon</title><content type='html'>I have the cutest pics from christmas day to post. I have to brave the rain and best buy and purchase a usb cord that will down load from camera to the computer, i have needed one for a LONG time! the card reader here isn't working..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6412081449108917378-312445722776065626?l=sammieanddylan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammieanddylan.blogspot.com/feeds/312445722776065626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6412081449108917378&amp;postID=312445722776065626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412081449108917378/posts/default/312445722776065626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412081449108917378/posts/default/312445722776065626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammieanddylan.blogspot.com/2011/12/coming-soon.html' title='Coming soon'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15854884678638215836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XKy8c5ysedM/S_wovA8L__I/AAAAAAAABFA/8nU63HJN_KI/S220/DSC00730.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412081449108917378.post-9107517113781751436</id><published>2011-12-22T08:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-22T08:34:11.269-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Merry Christmas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hpeZu9vXtSs/TvNbsdELvKI/AAAAAAAABjA/4h2yX0qeGHc/s1600/bed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688991573573614754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 90px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 90px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hpeZu9vXtSs/TvNbsdELvKI/AAAAAAAABjA/4h2yX0qeGHc/s320/bed.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I haven't shared photos of the new house yet because it is still a work in progress. Because it was a shortsale the owners didn't put the finishing touches on it like normal sellers so we are working on that. Kevin has finally got the pool beautiful. I am working on covering up this really bold aquamarine colored bed room with gray. NExt to paint will be the merlot wall. I like the color it just doesn't fit in the rest of the house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am off work soon to meet the delivery truck for s girls' canopy bed. It's big and gaudy and she is sure to feel like a princess! I kept with black and pink for the curtains and bedding it will look nice soon. So have a great holiday everyone! We will travel to orlando christmas day. We have a whole 4 days off work. We will go see the lights at the hospital christmas eve.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6412081449108917378-9107517113781751436?l=sammieanddylan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammieanddylan.blogspot.com/feeds/9107517113781751436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6412081449108917378&amp;postID=9107517113781751436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412081449108917378/posts/default/9107517113781751436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412081449108917378/posts/default/9107517113781751436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammieanddylan.blogspot.com/2011/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas!'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15854884678638215836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XKy8c5ysedM/S_wovA8L__I/AAAAAAAABFA/8nU63HJN_KI/S220/DSC00730.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hpeZu9vXtSs/TvNbsdELvKI/AAAAAAAABjA/4h2yX0qeGHc/s72-c/bed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412081449108917378.post-4746256831239926212</id><published>2011-12-21T10:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-21T10:52:17.453-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Babba hooks it up</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GnX4p4zsY6M/TvIq2wzzNuI/AAAAAAAABi0/X45M44UYjgo/s1600/DSC01827.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688656399625828066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GnX4p4zsY6M/TvIq2wzzNuI/AAAAAAAABi0/X45M44UYjgo/s320/DSC01827.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tZoO5eZauE8/TvIqv91qxuI/AAAAAAAABio/cD4srJOmIIQ/s1600/DSC01828.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688656282864240354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tZoO5eZauE8/TvIqv91qxuI/AAAAAAAABio/cD4srJOmIIQ/s320/DSC01828.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-y4Dh1zTfo6Y/TvIqo9OoigI/AAAAAAAABic/jB-S5Z5Th1g/s1600/DSC01831.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688656162441431554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-y4Dh1zTfo6Y/TvIqo9OoigI/AAAAAAAABic/jB-S5Z5Th1g/s320/DSC01831.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some pictures of our early christmas with my mom. Dylan was dragging his scooter out the door before all the presents were even opened. They really love their gifts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6412081449108917378-4746256831239926212?l=sammieanddylan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammieanddylan.blogspot.com/feeds/4746256831239926212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6412081449108917378&amp;postID=4746256831239926212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412081449108917378/posts/default/4746256831239926212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412081449108917378/posts/default/4746256831239926212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammieanddylan.blogspot.com/2011/12/babba-hooks-it-up.html' title='Babba hooks it up'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15854884678638215836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XKy8c5ysedM/S_wovA8L__I/AAAAAAAABFA/8nU63HJN_KI/S220/DSC00730.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GnX4p4zsY6M/TvIq2wzzNuI/AAAAAAAABi0/X45M44UYjgo/s72-c/DSC01827.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412081449108917378.post-3233179861566039029</id><published>2011-12-19T07:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T07:11:00.243-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Believe it or not!</title><content type='html'>Co worker actually came back by while another annoying person was standing at my desk and said, " I am watching that on your face maybe it fungal infection". Then other co worker said "Yeah it looks like one of those things indian women have on their forhead its a growth"... To that i flicked them the bird. I love the way indian women dress and would wear a bindi if i had a reason but that was not the intent please don't compare acne to a beautiful cultural symbol for the third eye very insulting to the indians! God men are so LAME! It really isn't that bad I have had way worse... On the subject of cultural inappropriateness my friend told me her neighbors (the foreigners) sat on their couch for two hours after the last of their birthday party guests left..."SHUT UP" I Said, " yep they did". I am not that upset about seriously i just it was funny and humilating at the same time. I am moving offices. I am glad. Let the new woman get harrassed by the chinese guy's flair for the obvious and every other random passer byer with verbal diarrhea. I am getting a new boss a woman. Word is they are trying to upgrade my title and position so fingers crossed on that. I am glad to be moving to the office in the corner seriously let her have this place in the middle of it all.&lt;br /&gt;We had a great weekend with my mom, her bf and my niece.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6412081449108917378-3233179861566039029?l=sammieanddylan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammieanddylan.blogspot.com/feeds/3233179861566039029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6412081449108917378&amp;postID=3233179861566039029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412081449108917378/posts/default/3233179861566039029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412081449108917378/posts/default/3233179861566039029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammieanddylan.blogspot.com/2011/12/believe-it-or-not.html' title='Believe it or not!'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15854884678638215836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XKy8c5ysedM/S_wovA8L__I/AAAAAAAABFA/8nU63HJN_KI/S220/DSC00730.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412081449108917378.post-4691293828060360991</id><published>2011-12-15T11:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-15T11:39:44.776-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>The office</title><content type='html'>I am not sure if your remember or not but I have been treating myself for acne for a few months now. IT's pretty much under control with the Differin cream and no antibiotics but if I consistently miss application of a spot on my face a big stupid zit pops up. Well that spot I have been missing is right between my eyes. In walks the Chinese (ESL) man who occupies the office next to mine. He says, "What happened to your face?" Quietly I say, "oh it's just a zit". Well that must not be a word he knows it's probably american slang or something. Any way he continues in his heavily accented loud voice, "You bump into wall last night?" I started squishing down in my seat inadvertendly and I could feel heat creaping up the sides of my kneck from embarrassement. I say, "Um no it's acne". He says, "Oh no I don't think so that is &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; big bump you not get just one BIG bump it's not acne." I think I would seeing as I have this probelm for TWENTY YEARS! Now we are both humilated I think (Sigh). Next he should walk around the building and call all the pregnant women huge. "Oh no you not pregnant you TOO huge to be pregnant you just FAT!". I am off to put some cover up on my tumor. BYE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6412081449108917378-4691293828060360991?l=sammieanddylan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammieanddylan.blogspot.com/feeds/4691293828060360991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6412081449108917378&amp;postID=4691293828060360991' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412081449108917378/posts/default/4691293828060360991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412081449108917378/posts/default/4691293828060360991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammieanddylan.blogspot.com/2011/12/office.html' title='The office'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15854884678638215836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XKy8c5ysedM/S_wovA8L__I/AAAAAAAABFA/8nU63HJN_KI/S220/DSC00730.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412081449108917378.post-3260160198234313866</id><published>2011-12-15T06:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-15T06:36:42.994-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Christmas cookies!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jArZH0XCHAU/TuoF0fli0iI/AAAAAAAABiQ/hhqgySI-zMc/s1600/DSC01824.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686363878898979362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jArZH0XCHAU/TuoF0fli0iI/AAAAAAAABiQ/hhqgySI-zMc/s320/DSC01824.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last night after work and school we made Christmas cookies ghetto style. The sugar cookies came from a pouch purchased at walmart, and the green and red icing was squirted from cans (eeew right?). The point of the process was for the twins to make a memory and start a tradition. Also, they were making the cookies for their friends at school which is a lesson in generosity (baby steps!). As you can imagine the cookies looked like a hot mess after Sami and Dylan finished lathering the icing on, their friends at school didn't seem to notice though! Hooray for being three : ) As you can see in the photo I took sami couldn't even stop shoveling icing for the second it took to look at the camera for the "cheese" moment. Aw well that apple didn't fall far from the tree. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6412081449108917378-3260160198234313866?l=sammieanddylan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammieanddylan.blogspot.com/feeds/3260160198234313866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6412081449108917378&amp;postID=3260160198234313866' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412081449108917378/posts/default/3260160198234313866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412081449108917378/posts/default/3260160198234313866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammieanddylan.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-cookies.html' title='Christmas cookies!'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15854884678638215836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XKy8c5ysedM/S_wovA8L__I/AAAAAAAABFA/8nU63HJN_KI/S220/DSC00730.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jArZH0XCHAU/TuoF0fli0iI/AAAAAAAABiQ/hhqgySI-zMc/s72-c/DSC01824.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412081449108917378.post-5600589838130926535</id><published>2011-12-14T05:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T05:49:46.897-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>Next Semester starts in January!</title><content type='html'>No I am NOT taking classes...Its the twins, they call their daycare a kid's college. The thing is I have been a little disappointed in the lack of learning at the new place. Having said that they were already in VPK at the old place so the curriculum better pick up at O2b next year when they move to VPK. I have been fretting over whether or not I made the right choice switching places. BUT I signed them up for 6 extracurricular classes and we were placed in EVERY single one yay!!&lt;br /&gt;Here goes the list: Pre ballet Sami&lt;br /&gt;they are both taking all of the rest at the same time and day: Gym&lt;br /&gt;painting with color&lt;br /&gt;fun with physical science&lt;br /&gt;music and movement&lt;br /&gt;o2b fit&lt;br /&gt;They may not be learning how to write their letters but they will be learning and having fun too!&lt;br /&gt;better go work I am doing the job of 3 people this week and last and needless to say I am backed up :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6412081449108917378-5600589838130926535?l=sammieanddylan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammieanddylan.blogspot.com/feeds/5600589838130926535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6412081449108917378&amp;postID=5600589838130926535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412081449108917378/posts/default/5600589838130926535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412081449108917378/posts/default/5600589838130926535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammieanddylan.blogspot.com/2011/12/next-semester-starts-in-january.html' title='Next Semester starts in January!'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15854884678638215836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XKy8c5ysedM/S_wovA8L__I/AAAAAAAABFA/8nU63HJN_KI/S220/DSC00730.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412081449108917378.post-6092128635000415853</id><published>2011-12-06T13:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T13:27:36.612-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>I  can't wait for Christmas! Everything two 3 years could want.</title><content type='html'>The twins are at the best age for buying gifts. I think they are going to get everything their little hearts desire: here it goes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watches from Aunt Jenny: Woody from Toy storey Dylan and purple flowers for sami&lt;br /&gt;Really nice mini razor kick scooters: My mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby alive, Sami&lt;br /&gt;crib with cabinet and mobile: sami&lt;br /&gt;High chair: Sami&lt;br /&gt;pink and purple lava lamp:sam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;board game: both&lt;br /&gt;Guns with rubber darts: both&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geo tracks cars 2 RC :Dylan&lt;br /&gt;Bucket wood and magnet train set: Dylan&lt;br /&gt;Buzz light year shake toy in space rocket: Dylan&lt;br /&gt;black lava lamp: Dytlan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stocking stuffers I will buy christmas eve because lard ass here can't have any candy at home or in office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easy bake oven and food: both from my sister leta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my MIL is getting them Vtech game learning machines&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will let them open their presents from their aunties Christmas eve so that they understand they were not from santa or from us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are driving to orlando to meet up with the family for dinner and drinks. My BIL and wife bless their hearts are letting all the cousins etc invade their home for the night. Along with my Mom and her BF (who will just drive back to cocoa beach it's only an hour from orlando).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6412081449108917378-6092128635000415853?l=sammieanddylan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammieanddylan.blogspot.com/feeds/6092128635000415853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6412081449108917378&amp;postID=6092128635000415853' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412081449108917378/posts/default/6092128635000415853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412081449108917378/posts/default/6092128635000415853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammieanddylan.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-cant-wait-for-christmas-everything.html' title='I  can&apos;t wait for Christmas! Everything two 3 years could want.'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15854884678638215836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XKy8c5ysedM/S_wovA8L__I/AAAAAAAABFA/8nU63HJN_KI/S220/DSC00730.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412081449108917378.post-2137321946296676866</id><published>2011-12-06T05:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T06:00:55.155-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='house'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dogs'/><title type='text'>The other Dog</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NGjBcBpQwxw/Tt4c3pAYC8I/AAAAAAAABiE/ncQ3DtrYPVw/s1600/major.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 81px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 122px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683011522013957058" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NGjBcBpQwxw/Tt4c3pAYC8I/AAAAAAAABiE/ncQ3DtrYPVw/s320/major.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you have been reading for a while you might remember that I had a wolf mix that passed on a year ago July 6. IF you have known me in the 3D world you probably know I also love siberian huskies. Both breeds are sassy and independent, kind of the opposite of the usual family dog temperment; which is to follow around master and to please master. My husbands breed is the one pictured above a german short haired pointer. He very much wants to please and will actually drive a busybody mom bonkers at times with his attached ways. He stayed with Kevins employee at his nursery (10 country acres) while we stayed at the town home but now that we are in a more dog friendly home he is back. He is still a little smelly (hound dog/hunting dogs usually are) but nowhere near the dirt magnetic that he once was at our old old place. Sami and Dylan are besotted with Major since he moved back in a way that they never have been before. They have to take turns on who gets to have major sleep in their room at night. Often times the child who has the room alone without the dog ends up in tears. I am happy for Major that he has once again become a valued even sought after part of the family. God knows he deserves it after all the bitching he received from me for bringing dirt into the house while we were trying to sell it. Welcome home Major you may smell terrible but we still love you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6412081449108917378-2137321946296676866?l=sammieanddylan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammieanddylan.blogspot.com/feeds/2137321946296676866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6412081449108917378&amp;postID=2137321946296676866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412081449108917378/posts/default/2137321946296676866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412081449108917378/posts/default/2137321946296676866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammieanddylan.blogspot.com/2011/12/other-dog.html' title='The other Dog'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15854884678638215836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XKy8c5ysedM/S_wovA8L__I/AAAAAAAABFA/8nU63HJN_KI/S220/DSC00730.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NGjBcBpQwxw/Tt4c3pAYC8I/AAAAAAAABiE/ncQ3DtrYPVw/s72-c/major.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412081449108917378.post-4400058635143151836</id><published>2011-12-01T05:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T06:08:46.326-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='discipline'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily life'/><title type='text'>The pregnant almost four year old</title><content type='html'>Well that got your attention didn't it. Last night Samantha was acting VERY shall we say overly dramatic. Whining and crying at the drop of the hat, saying, "Mommy you hurt my feelings" then falling apart when all I did was NOTHING just look at her because I was sitting on the bathroom floor per her request while she sat on the toilet. Note* I have so much to do when I get home the last thing I feel like doing is sitting in a bathroom waiting for S girl's BM but for some reason my kids think there is a witch in our bathroom so I indulge this request. I digress, after several meltdowns and a 10 minute time out in her room during which she moaned and cried very loudly. I said to Kevin, "My God she is acting like a pregnant woman!". Kevin said, "She is acting like a pyscho b--tch, oh right a pregnant woman"... She recovered with some mommy attention and sweet potato fries. What it comes down to is those little butts just need my attention. They are screaming for love! But at the same time they are screaming for food, a bath, chewy, cartoons on the TV etc...I only have two hands people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6412081449108917378-4400058635143151836?l=sammieanddylan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammieanddylan.blogspot.com/feeds/4400058635143151836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6412081449108917378&amp;postID=4400058635143151836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412081449108917378/posts/default/4400058635143151836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412081449108917378/posts/default/4400058635143151836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammieanddylan.blogspot.com/2011/12/pregnant-almost-four-year-old.html' title='The pregnant almost four year old'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15854884678638215836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XKy8c5ysedM/S_wovA8L__I/AAAAAAAABFA/8nU63HJN_KI/S220/DSC00730.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412081449108917378.post-1294893322314065847</id><published>2011-11-30T08:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T08:26:51.628-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='house'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily life'/><title type='text'>Yippee!</title><content type='html'>My upper trapezius muscles and I have been dreading the HUGE cleaning job of our townhouse in order to get the place "move in ready" upon us leaving. A friend at work offered to come and help tonight (I wasn't even complaining about!) isn't that great and super generous. The rental lady said if there is any part of the apartment not cleaned to their standards the cleaning lady comes and she will charge us the full 95$ no matter how little she does. Kevin agreed to just pay the cleaning fee! Whooopeee! That place is gross I am so glad i don't have to spend 5 hours there tomorrow cleaning. Repetitive motion really does aggravate my muscle issues so I would rather piss them off cleaning and painting our new house. Dylan's room gets finished tonight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6412081449108917378-1294893322314065847?l=sammieanddylan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammieanddylan.blogspot.com/feeds/1294893322314065847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6412081449108917378&amp;postID=1294893322314065847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412081449108917378/posts/default/1294893322314065847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412081449108917378/posts/default/1294893322314065847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammieanddylan.blogspot.com/2011/11/yippee.html' title='Yippee!'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15854884678638215836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XKy8c5ysedM/S_wovA8L__I/AAAAAAAABFA/8nU63HJN_KI/S220/DSC00730.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412081449108917378.post-2677516048098161763</id><published>2011-11-29T05:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-29T06:05:25.888-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='house'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stress'/><title type='text'>Prying my shoulders out of my ears</title><content type='html'>Kevin and I are still on the moving adrenaline rush. Well the stress and manic activity ratchets up the muscle spasms in my upper trapezius muscles which refer pain to jaw, neck, and head. Just sitting in one spot for a couple hourswhen I have my hair hilighted actually makes everything burn so you get the idea. Lovely right? Aw well there isn't that much to be stressed about. It's just my personality type. Knowing that does not make me relax anymore when our home is pandemonium and there are million things to do. I love our house, it still needs a lot of cleaning but it smells fresh and seems like a mansion compared to the dump we were living which was old, 900 sq ft, and smelly. We have until Wed to turn in our keys. A few more car loads and some mr clean and that place will be in the rear view mirror. Fat butt or not I am going to yoga today instead of jogging at lunch. I need to reconnect the body and mind it just might help me get my upper body to relax..Hope springs eternal!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6412081449108917378-2677516048098161763?l=sammieanddylan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammieanddylan.blogspot.com/feeds/2677516048098161763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6412081449108917378&amp;postID=2677516048098161763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412081449108917378/posts/default/2677516048098161763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412081449108917378/posts/default/2677516048098161763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammieanddylan.blogspot.com/2011/11/prying-my-shoulders-out-of-my-ears.html' title='Prying my shoulders out of my ears'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15854884678638215836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XKy8c5ysedM/S_wovA8L__I/AAAAAAAABFA/8nU63HJN_KI/S220/DSC00730.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412081449108917378.post-4075882648435829583</id><published>2011-11-28T08:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T08:47:30.797-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='house'/><title type='text'>WE are in</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-h5KZI8sGR9Y/TtO6rU2AVSI/AAAAAAAABh4/LB97p5QYsdE/s1600/fam%2Bpic.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680088808536692002" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-h5KZI8sGR9Y/TtO6rU2AVSI/AAAAAAAABh4/LB97p5QYsdE/s320/fam%2Bpic.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We r mostly moved in! Our fantastic mortgage broker at lending tree Joe Totah (use him from anywhere if you are buying) pushed it to the limit and we closed on tueday at 3. This is our family picture from cocoa beach. Our back yard at the moment has a pea soup pool. Kevin is buying the fixins for it today. I am working on what tiles to buy for our guest bathroom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6412081449108917378-4075882648435829583?l=sammieanddylan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammieanddylan.blogspot.com/feeds/4075882648435829583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6412081449108917378&amp;postID=4075882648435829583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412081449108917378/posts/default/4075882648435829583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412081449108917378/posts/default/4075882648435829583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammieanddylan.blogspot.com/2011/11/we-are-in.html' title='WE are in'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15854884678638215836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XKy8c5ysedM/S_wovA8L__I/AAAAAAAABFA/8nU63HJN_KI/S220/DSC00730.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-h5KZI8sGR9Y/TtO6rU2AVSI/AAAAAAAABh4/LB97p5QYsdE/s72-c/fam%2Bpic.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412081449108917378.post-1399248111479438656</id><published>2011-11-18T05:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-18T05:29:37.779-08:00</updated><title type='text'>back on</title><content type='html'>Our lending agent has found a way to move forward. The stupid jerk realtor will get the 1950$ but karma will repay him for his stealing ways. Plus I jammed a pin in my voodoo doll in the private parts HA! I Won't tell you the curse i chanted on him though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6412081449108917378-1399248111479438656?l=sammieanddylan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammieanddylan.blogspot.com/feeds/1399248111479438656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6412081449108917378&amp;postID=1399248111479438656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412081449108917378/posts/default/1399248111479438656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412081449108917378/posts/default/1399248111479438656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammieanddylan.blogspot.com/2011/11/back-on.html' title='back on'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15854884678638215836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XKy8c5ysedM/S_wovA8L__I/AAAAAAAABFA/8nU63HJN_KI/S220/DSC00730.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412081449108917378.post-3812330639525912109</id><published>2011-11-17T07:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-17T07:20:40.508-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='house'/><title type='text'>Maybe not :((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((</title><content type='html'>So we got bank approval for our shortsale and everyone is pushing for friday closing woo hooo right? That is until the selling agent the JA he tried to squeeze a previously undisclosed 1900$ consulting fee onto the final addenum to our contract. Well this can't happen for many many reasons A. FHA ( the source of our funding) will not allow buys to pay selling agents or sellers more than 1% so this in addition to the agreed apon realtor commision puts it above 1%. B. this was not previously disclosed with the bank so our contract would have to go BACK to chase for their approval again, this has been a turn a round time of 4 wks previously. C. Because this shannigans is against regulations FHA underighter and our lender will pull our funding and investigate this realtor's license...So we wait and wait and wait for the final addenum signed again by the sellers but minus the 1950$ consulting fee. What a crooked asshole.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6412081449108917378-3812330639525912109?l=sammieanddylan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammieanddylan.blogspot.com/feeds/3812330639525912109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6412081449108917378&amp;postID=3812330639525912109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412081449108917378/posts/default/3812330639525912109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412081449108917378/posts/default/3812330639525912109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammieanddylan.blogspot.com/2011/11/maybe-not.html' title='Maybe not :(((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((('/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15854884678638215836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XKy8c5ysedM/S_wovA8L__I/AAAAAAAABFA/8nU63HJN_KI/S220/DSC00730.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412081449108917378.post-9024442308035774223</id><published>2011-11-16T11:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-16T11:19:07.136-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad boys bad boys whatcha gonna do?</title><content type='html'>I need advise here people I am asking please feel free to give. Dylan has been telling the teachers "No" at school and getting aggressive with sweet little Sami. The teachers are asking him to sit down and do crafts for god's sake how hard is that. Examples of his aggressive behaviour include: Sami would not hand over a toy he wanted so he pinched her so hard beneath her eye that it left marks and was swollen. Admittedly he was so upset at what he had done that he cried so hard that sami ended up consoling him! Yesterday he awoke from his nap walked over to sweet sleeping Sami and kicked her mat (for no reason!). We instated a no violence policy at the house after the first bad report, consequences for acts of violence witnessed by us include an immediate time out in the smelly scary pee pee half bath down stairs, and the loss of the privilege to consume juice that day. After yesterdays "nos" and mat kicking incidents I instated the additional punishement of the child who "made bad choices" will go straight to his/her room until dinner is made and of couse no juice. What would you do? What do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We go short sale approval!!! WE are moving out of shithole number 2!!!! Bye bye bye bye bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6412081449108917378-9024442308035774223?l=sammieanddylan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammieanddylan.blogspot.com/feeds/9024442308035774223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6412081449108917378&amp;postID=9024442308035774223' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412081449108917378/posts/default/9024442308035774223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412081449108917378/posts/default/9024442308035774223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammieanddylan.blogspot.com/2011/11/bad-boys-bad-boys-whatcha-gonna-do.html' title='Bad boys bad boys whatcha gonna do?'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15854884678638215836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XKy8c5ysedM/S_wovA8L__I/AAAAAAAABFA/8nU63HJN_KI/S220/DSC00730.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412081449108917378.post-7446058103980684843</id><published>2011-11-15T08:50:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-15T08:58:26.904-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='house'/><title type='text'>You know it's taking way to long to buy/sell a house when</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wg0-9OuxjM4/TsKaByVNqoI/AAAAAAAABhs/ecLpVywHp9M/s1600/IMAG0155%2B%25282%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 192px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675267835921541762" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wg0-9OuxjM4/TsKaByVNqoI/AAAAAAAABhs/ecLpVywHp9M/s320/IMAG0155%2B%25282%2529.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your realtor calls you and identifies herself as, "It's me." Hoping to close this week (hope springs eternal). Half of the selling couple the husband is leaving to go out of town though so hopefully he can go into the title company and sign some of the crucial documents before he leaves. I already have power of attorney for Kevin because he is gone from civilization this week. That would be fun if it was closing with just us ladies. What a cluster this is. I will leave you with a picture of the scenery Kevin was able to view while I was cleaning up puke toilets. Really I am not bitter. It was the first thing I thought however when I got the emailed pictures this morning and no i did not email him a picture of vomit so he would feel guilty (only because I dont' think it would work!). IT is beautiful there no doubt. I might do a yoga retreat as my mommy get away so I don't feel too bad for myself :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6412081449108917378-7446058103980684843?l=sammieanddylan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammieanddylan.blogspot.com/feeds/7446058103980684843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6412081449108917378&amp;postID=7446058103980684843' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412081449108917378/posts/default/7446058103980684843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412081449108917378/posts/default/7446058103980684843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammieanddylan.blogspot.com/2011/11/you-know-its-taking-way-to-long-to.html' title='You know it&apos;s taking way to long to buy/sell a house when'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15854884678638215836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XKy8c5ysedM/S_wovA8L__I/AAAAAAAABFA/8nU63HJN_KI/S220/DSC00730.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wg0-9OuxjM4/TsKaByVNqoI/AAAAAAAABhs/ecLpVywHp9M/s72-c/IMAG0155%2B%25282%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412081449108917378.post-1614323550663237581</id><published>2011-11-15T08:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-15T08:48:41.351-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='illness'/><title type='text'>The sick olympics</title><content type='html'>Kevin is so lucky to have missed this week. The twins started coming down with colds on last Thursday. The lady at the front desk at daycare told me that if you chop up garlic cloves and swallow them it is a cold killer. I hate at least 5 garlic cloves this weekend plus the "magic chinese cold killer" herbal pills. Sunday night I woke up around 1 am and guess what my throat felt like i had swallowed glass...Then I heard Dylan calling me he sounded like a little ghost, "Mommy, mommeeee, mommy." I went in and took him to the bathroom and then put him back to bed. The bathrooms at our townhouse scare the kids I think it is the extra loud exhaust fans they have installed. I snuggled back into bed sore throat and all and hear, "Mommy", again so I go in to his room to witness the contents of D's stomach spewed all over his pillow, sheets and comforter. My poor baby!! Needless to say it was a very long night. He only drank clear soda yesterday. We limped through the day at home. I was feeling terrible with sore throat and body aches, Dylan was feeling terrible, and Sami well she just watched cartoons anyway and gave the germ infested Dylan a bite of her soup after which she stuck the spoon in her mouth. So it looks like i will have another puke fest tonight. Hopefully it is only one of us (me). There isn't anyone home to help me puke and take care of a little puker. Good times I love the cool weather it's just fabulous.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6412081449108917378-1614323550663237581?l=sammieanddylan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammieanddylan.blogspot.com/feeds/1614323550663237581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6412081449108917378&amp;postID=1614323550663237581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412081449108917378/posts/default/1614323550663237581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412081449108917378/posts/default/1614323550663237581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammieanddylan.blogspot.com/2011/11/sick-olympics.html' title='The sick olympics'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15854884678638215836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XKy8c5ysedM/S_wovA8L__I/AAAAAAAABFA/8nU63HJN_KI/S220/DSC00730.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412081449108917378.post-5062591408883810431</id><published>2011-11-07T12:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T12:21:07.747-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Tis the season</title><content type='html'>Yep it's time to start planning christmas gift purchases! Walmart had the Xmas stuff up two weeks before halloween-that is way too early doncha think?&lt;br /&gt;So far my kids want: A watch (both), necklace (sami), skateboards (both) they will not be getting sk8 boards but a push scooter will work), Dump truck (Dylan) baby doll with baby doll excessories pacifier is most important (Sami). To add to this list I want to buy them inline roller skates with helmets and pads. &lt;br /&gt;Their favorite game right now is pretending one of them is the "baby" and the other is Daddy or Mommy. They use one of their old infant car seats as a prop and the tops of sports drink bottles as pacifiers. For a while their re-creations of mommy changing the poopy diapers were scary :) Lately they have also been enjoying wrecklessly pushing one another in our double stroller down the pavement hill into our car port. Yesterday when they tired of that they decided to make chocolate milk with the dirt by the front door and the remains of my smart water. I was fine with it I really was until they started dragging the chocolate milk mud across my recently mopped floors to get to get more water. I love watching the imaginations flourish! Another major hinderance to my house keeping efforts is when they make chu chu trains from towels blankets and just about every other item i have recently put back where it belongs.&lt;br /&gt;Kevin goes on his trip to N California on Thursday. I will certainly feel more secure in our townhouse than the country (watch us get murdered now ha ha ha). Our friends that have a 4 yr old and one year old asked how was I going to cope with the care of BOTH kids all by myself? Kevin replied and I gotta give him credit for knocking himself, "Really, I don't do that much!". I took it as a compliment on my super momminess. That is not true though he does do a lot, most recently he has been grilling dinner at the majority of nights. Although by the time the coals get ready (good god it takes an hour seriously) and the food cooked the kids are beserk with famishment. So I end up making them a predinner dinner right when we get home. Those kids can eat! Daddy will be missed! We have some plans for a birthday party and a playdate for next weekend so fear not we won't be too lonesome. Crap that reminds me i need to buy presents. Just what to get kids that already have ALOT? Something crafty maybe. Well the girl maybe i will get her baby alive the boy hmmmm suggestions welcome!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6412081449108917378-5062591408883810431?l=sammieanddylan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammieanddylan.blogspot.com/feeds/5062591408883810431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6412081449108917378&amp;postID=5062591408883810431' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412081449108917378/posts/default/5062591408883810431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412081449108917378/posts/default/5062591408883810431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammieanddylan.blogspot.com/2011/11/tis-season.html' title='Tis the season'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15854884678638215836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XKy8c5ysedM/S_wovA8L__I/AAAAAAAABFA/8nU63HJN_KI/S220/DSC00730.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412081449108917378.post-769850102975567630</id><published>2011-11-03T06:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T06:39:55.362-07:00</updated><title type='text'>They say its your birthday...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DLIjfvwxeDE/TrKZix-ojpI/AAAAAAAABhI/WfDXWunl_N0/s1600/DSC01803.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670763703623519890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DLIjfvwxeDE/TrKZix-ojpI/AAAAAAAABhI/WfDXWunl_N0/s320/DSC01803.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday was Kevin's last birthday in his 30 s (sigh). I won't make you sick with a gushy post about how wonderful he is and means so much to me blah blah blah. I know I don't like reading posts like that. His parents took us to olive garden restaurant and boy was it delicious! Following an early dinner (the kids came along i don't do babysitter i mean they are at the baby sitter all day as it is!) we had ice cream cake yum! I would thank my inlaws but they don't read my blog unless we are incommincado. A photo I snapped last night and I must say I wish I had such great teeth as my mother inlaw! Sami and Kevin have her teeth and boy are they luck. Poor D as my train wreck of a small mouth which leads to many future problems.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6412081449108917378-769850102975567630?l=sammieanddylan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammieanddylan.blogspot.com/feeds/769850102975567630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6412081449108917378&amp;postID=769850102975567630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412081449108917378/posts/default/769850102975567630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412081449108917378/posts/default/769850102975567630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammieanddylan.blogspot.com/2011/11/they-say-its-your-birthday.html' title='They say its your birthday...'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15854884678638215836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XKy8c5ysedM/S_wovA8L__I/AAAAAAAABFA/8nU63HJN_KI/S220/DSC00730.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DLIjfvwxeDE/TrKZix-ojpI/AAAAAAAABhI/WfDXWunl_N0/s72-c/DSC01803.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412081449108917378.post-2356000282965065299</id><published>2011-11-01T11:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T11:50:14.481-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='religion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily life'/><title type='text'>Its coming...</title><content type='html'>End times! A few folks have been trying to recruit us into Christianity lately WTF I must exude I am not a believer I need to be saved from pores. The family next door to us with five kids and not much else but a whole lotta love go to church every night and keep saying things like, "We would love to see your family there on Sunday". A client of KEvin's who was part of the End Timers in Lake City (now has reorganized because Charles MEad died) has invited us twice to services in Lake City on SUnday and seeing as we have never taken him up on the offer said we have an "open invitation". The End timers believed animals were evil, not going to the doctor when you are sick just pray aboutit, and arranged marriages at a very young age, that lake city Florida was the only place safe from the apocalypse-just to name a few. To each his own but Charles Mead is dead so I am guessing that prayer was not enough to heal whatever ailed him in his late 70s. When Kevin told me about the first invite I cynically replied, "Oh yeah now that your business is successful they invite us so we can tithe away all our extra money, I don't think so!". Kevin's employee loaned us the DVD called the Gospel of John which Kevin has been watching little by little over the past week. He didn't learn much in Sunday school, whereas I learned ALOT about christianity in Catholic school so it is too redundant for me to sit through. It was his employee G who said we better get on board because, "It's coming", and what he is referring to is the end of the universe for everyone BUT those who believe Christ is their saviour. To this I say, "REALLY!" What religion most people follow is purely geographical. How can so many smart people be so self righteous and deluded. Yep Heaven is only for Christians. God is going to obliterate all of the other people in the entire world. All those peaceful yogi's and buddhists burning in the firey depths of hell. GOd is just not that petty I know this! I told KEvin last night "You know how all those bible thumpers are so sure they are the only people that are going survive the apocalypse well I am equally sure that its all a bunch of crap!" I know this because I read the psychic Sylvia Browne's book on when we cross over to the other side (Iam kidding kind of). It has been a recurring theme lately so I had to vent. I know all these people mean well it's just I am a heathen what else can I say.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6412081449108917378-2356000282965065299?l=sammieanddylan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammieanddylan.blogspot.com/feeds/2356000282965065299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6412081449108917378&amp;postID=2356000282965065299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412081449108917378/posts/default/2356000282965065299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412081449108917378/posts/default/2356000282965065299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammieanddylan.blogspot.com/2011/11/its-coming.html' title='Its coming...'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15854884678638215836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XKy8c5ysedM/S_wovA8L__I/AAAAAAAABFA/8nU63HJN_KI/S220/DSC00730.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412081449108917378.post-5022834055425084362</id><published>2011-11-01T06:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T06:23:51.848-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween a group pic!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FSdyscX0i1o/Tq_y4c__TEI/AAAAAAAABg8/z4TX01mz5HM/s1600/DSC01784.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670017507553922114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FSdyscX0i1o/Tq_y4c__TEI/AAAAAAAABg8/z4TX01mz5HM/s320/DSC01784.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6412081449108917378-5022834055425084362?l=sammieanddylan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammieanddylan.blogspot.com/feeds/5022834055425084362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6412081449108917378&amp;postID=5022834055425084362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412081449108917378/posts/default/5022834055425084362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412081449108917378/posts/default/5022834055425084362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammieanddylan.blogspot.com/2011/11/halloween-group-pic.html' title='Halloween a group pic!'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15854884678638215836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XKy8c5ysedM/S_wovA8L__I/AAAAAAAABFA/8nU63HJN_KI/S220/DSC00730.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FSdyscX0i1o/Tq_y4c__TEI/AAAAAAAABg8/z4TX01mz5HM/s72-c/DSC01784.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412081449108917378.post-980844851342692712</id><published>2011-11-01T06:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T06:20:42.748-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='halloween'/><title type='text'>Halloween's a success FINALLY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uB9nXJbkTR0/Tq_yA3eG04I/AAAAAAAABgw/1A7uIseqtyU/s1600/DSC01785.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670016552586892162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uB9nXJbkTR0/Tq_yA3eG04I/AAAAAAAABgw/1A7uIseqtyU/s320/DSC01785.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JyCO4blm5Eg/Tq_x1PJDbyI/AAAAAAAABgk/wjC9Eb0mWZg/s1600/DSC01797.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670016352782610210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JyCO4blm5Eg/Tq_x1PJDbyI/AAAAAAAABgk/wjC9Eb0mWZg/s320/DSC01797.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xstXDyrd6Rg/Tq_xt45OsII/AAAAAAAABgY/Gt3agVtWydI/s1600/DSC01795.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670016226551574658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xstXDyrd6Rg/Tq_xt45OsII/AAAAAAAABgY/Gt3agVtWydI/s320/DSC01795.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FxMNRC8HIH4/Tq_xkozoNFI/AAAAAAAABgM/E2juO3HWkkE/s1600/DSC01801.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670016067614291026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FxMNRC8HIH4/Tq_xkozoNFI/AAAAAAAABgM/E2juO3HWkkE/s320/DSC01801.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last night we had a great time trick or treating with some friends who live in neighborhood where people really do it up for Halloween. Unluck years past it was not TOO hot, we were not too sick, and the kids did not melt down because it was too late. All in all a great time was had and we will be keeping our dentist in business so much candy was consumed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6412081449108917378-980844851342692712?l=sammieanddylan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammieanddylan.blogspot.com/feeds/980844851342692712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6412081449108917378&amp;postID=980844851342692712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412081449108917378/posts/default/980844851342692712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412081449108917378/posts/default/980844851342692712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammieanddylan.blogspot.com/2011/11/halloweens-success-finally.html' title='Halloween&apos;s a success FINALLY'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15854884678638215836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XKy8c5ysedM/S_wovA8L__I/AAAAAAAABFA/8nU63HJN_KI/S220/DSC00730.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uB9nXJbkTR0/Tq_yA3eG04I/AAAAAAAABgw/1A7uIseqtyU/s72-c/DSC01785.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412081449108917378.post-5504833548743024070</id><published>2011-10-28T05:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T05:52:04.412-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='house'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily life'/><title type='text'>Hurray for the neighborhood!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tsrquqlIcUc/TqqlJMTgf5I/AAAAAAAABgA/VtiM0JpaCG0/s1600/DSC01780.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668524658339643282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tsrquqlIcUc/TqqlJMTgf5I/AAAAAAAABgA/VtiM0JpaCG0/s320/DSC01780.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-V8eCDf4HlFU/Tqqk9eGxLjI/AAAAAAAABf0/T0IbTZYyNiQ/s1600/DSC01778.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668524456959618610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-V8eCDf4HlFU/Tqqk9eGxLjI/AAAAAAAABf0/T0IbTZYyNiQ/s320/DSC01778.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our townhouse is kind of a dump but it has it's perks and one of them is a lot of small children right next door, across the street and more. One of the many things not so great about country living is the isolation of your family from others. Well not anymore! It just so happens that the children running roughshod through our temporary home and sampling our fresh roasted pumpkin seeds happened to belong to the two chinese families that live across the parking lot from us. I remarked to kevin that this was a great setup because we could have the kids without having to talk to the parents (ESL). That was a nice dream but it turns out one of the Moms could speak but it was interesting talking to her anyway because she came from China when it was really communist and poor. As it turns out (we hear from another stay at home mom) these kids are outside playing with our outdoor toys all day. The woman commented that the 3 and 4 yr old play by themselves. Not much goes on back there during the day and I am sure the mom feels safe now that she is america her kids can play without her hovering like a helicopter. As it turns out chinese people are pretty neat! Here are some photos I snapped not so great but you get the idea. Halloween curse has arrived a couple days early in the form of a cold for Sami. I had it at the beginning of the week still feel fatigue.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6412081449108917378-5504833548743024070?l=sammieanddylan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammieanddylan.blogspot.com/feeds/5504833548743024070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6412081449108917378&amp;postID=5504833548743024070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412081449108917378/posts/default/5504833548743024070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412081449108917378/posts/default/5504833548743024070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammieanddylan.blogspot.com/2011/10/hurray-for-neighborhood.html' title='Hurray for the neighborhood!'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15854884678638215836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XKy8c5ysedM/S_wovA8L__I/AAAAAAAABFA/8nU63HJN_KI/S220/DSC00730.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tsrquqlIcUc/TqqlJMTgf5I/AAAAAAAABgA/VtiM0JpaCG0/s72-c/DSC01780.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412081449108917378.post-7694322741103508894</id><published>2011-10-27T10:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T05:40:39.568-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily life'/><title type='text'>911</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lojitLt2h44/Tqqiu4aTX0I/AAAAAAAABfo/sjQ2mYpJnoM/s1600/DSC01777.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668522007299579714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lojitLt2h44/Tqqiu4aTX0I/AAAAAAAABfo/sjQ2mYpJnoM/s320/DSC01777.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last night on our way into our apt I decided to stop up front and check our mail. As I was messing with the mail box keyhole a fire truck screams in and parks perpendicular to my SUV and out pile the firemen and into the leasing office they go. Well you know who loves fire trucks? Three and half year old little boys do! I thought it was a perfect opportunity for Dylan and Sami to get up close and personal with a firetruck and now the ambulance had arrived too. It was when the fireman supervisor came out of the office and said, "Mam could you please put your children in the car for a few minutes" , that it dawned on me that perhaps it wasn't the wisest parenting choice to have my kids out there viewing whatever spectacle was about to unfold. Maybe it wasn't just heart attack (like i imagined) maybe it was a BOMB or some noxious gas! Back into the car we went. The office door swings open to reveal a drunken and disoriented elderly man without pants on. That's right folks no pants or underwear as in his birthday suit. The fighters (all 10 of them) strapped him to the gurney to be taken to the Veteran's Hospital. Apparently the poor guy was a "frequent flier" of the EMS having no loved ones to attend to his care and needs more assisted living. How sad is that? I was horrified poor guy. You know how law enforcement has to harden themselves to tragic situations which certainly doesn't make for compassionate interactions with their victims. I sure hope my kids like me enough so if I get old and go batshit crazy they will help me! Aw well at least he has the VA . The firemen let Dylan get up on their truck, I think he was a bit overwhelmed at the time but I got a picture anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6412081449108917378-7694322741103508894?l=sammieanddylan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammieanddylan.blogspot.com/feeds/7694322741103508894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6412081449108917378&amp;postID=7694322741103508894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412081449108917378/posts/default/7694322741103508894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412081449108917378/posts/default/7694322741103508894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammieanddylan.blogspot.com/2011/10/911.html' title='911'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15854884678638215836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XKy8c5ysedM/S_wovA8L__I/AAAAAAAABFA/8nU63HJN_KI/S220/DSC00730.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lojitLt2h44/Tqqiu4aTX0I/AAAAAAAABfo/sjQ2mYpJnoM/s72-c/DSC01777.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412081449108917378.post-4493924254422209590</id><published>2011-10-24T11:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T11:49:53.705-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good times! Spooktacular</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WGFfmN3YHoI/TqWzRT-ujJI/AAAAAAAABfc/Hgni36nI9_A/s1600/DSC01760.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667132816118156434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WGFfmN3YHoI/TqWzRT-ujJI/AAAAAAAABfc/Hgni36nI9_A/s320/DSC01760.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--FBlasmJMAU/TqWzHq5u3rI/AAAAAAAABfQ/uE35jkbzGsw/s1600/DSC00766.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667132650472529586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--FBlasmJMAU/TqWzHq5u3rI/AAAAAAAABfQ/uE35jkbzGsw/s320/DSC00766.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CXRZvkDfC_Q/TqWy2wSXtOI/AAAAAAAABfE/L2hO9ifv6fM/s1600/DSC01763.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667132359860270306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CXRZvkDfC_Q/TqWy2wSXtOI/AAAAAAAABfE/L2hO9ifv6fM/s320/DSC01763.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Uu_2OWxYixs/TqWyun7gfII/AAAAAAAABe4/1Bil3BEAG3Q/s1600/DSC01743.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667132220177939586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Uu_2OWxYixs/TqWyun7gfII/AAAAAAAABe4/1Bil3BEAG3Q/s320/DSC01743.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6412081449108917378-4493924254422209590?l=sammieanddylan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammieanddylan.blogspot.com/feeds/4493924254422209590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6412081449108917378&amp;postID=4493924254422209590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412081449108917378/posts/default/4493924254422209590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412081449108917378/posts/default/4493924254422209590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammieanddylan.blogspot.com/2011/10/good-times-spooktacular.html' title='Good times! Spooktacular'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15854884678638215836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XKy8c5ysedM/S_wovA8L__I/AAAAAAAABFA/8nU63HJN_KI/S220/DSC00730.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WGFfmN3YHoI/TqWzRT-ujJI/AAAAAAAABfc/Hgni36nI9_A/s72-c/DSC01760.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412081449108917378.post-8579065862853656850</id><published>2011-10-21T07:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-21T07:42:38.410-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cuteness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book'/><title type='text'>Mommywood</title><content type='html'>I must tell you I am enjoying listening two book two from Eat, Pray, Love. I guess I am not a foody because I found book one which was all about eating BORING but the book deserves a try. I also started listening to Mommywood by Tori Spelling she is super funny! She starts out the book describing her level 3 ultrasound (3D) and how the whole time she was stressing because OMG the babie's nose looked too big. Which is a horrible thing to be picking apart the appearance of your yet to be born child and she realizes that BUT I must say I would have done the same thing! What woman doesn't want a cute baby? If you are just a tad shallow and can relate to her the book on CD is worth a try it's making me laugh anyway. I know everyone thinks their children are the cutest but let's be honest here we can certainly observe their physical flaws and still think they are scrumptious. Tori's mom used to tell her that she would be really pretty "Once she got a nose job!" Which was true, the truth hurts though sometimes doesn't it? Yes, my little superfical gal in the making told me a couple weeks ago that I have ugly teeth and thin lips. Yep mommy is gross no denying that :) Seriously though if you find me "eeeewy" please quit barging in on me while i am getting dress, going to the bathroom and showering! A girl can dream right? I won't even tell you what gem she threw at me last night. Get the claws out when this girl is a teenager we are going to war. Dylan is still snuggly a lover aw boys gotta love em!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6412081449108917378-8579065862853656850?l=sammieanddylan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammieanddylan.blogspot.com/feeds/8579065862853656850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6412081449108917378&amp;postID=8579065862853656850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412081449108917378/posts/default/8579065862853656850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412081449108917378/posts/default/8579065862853656850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammieanddylan.blogspot.com/2011/10/mommywood.html' title='Mommywood'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15854884678638215836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XKy8c5ysedM/S_wovA8L__I/AAAAAAAABFA/8nU63HJN_KI/S220/DSC00730.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412081449108917378.post-6844814801957932198</id><published>2011-10-20T11:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-20T11:13:36.861-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='house'/><title type='text'>It's not lookin good folks</title><content type='html'>I don' t know if I mentioned it here but our second closing date on our hopefully future new home is October 25. Well the bank was supposed to get back with the selling agent by yesterday afternoon and what do I hear?! Crickets...I have not even booked the POD delivery cause I just don't think it's gonnn happen. Kevin goes to California next month to visit his brother and go on some outward bound fishing trip. Three days amongst strangers camping and fishing without a modern conveinance in site in icy cold and wet Humboldt county yyyyeeeikes not my idea of relaxation but to each his own. Anyhoo this trip ought to line up exactly with our next closing proposal &lt;strong&gt;a&lt;em&gt;wesome&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; right! If not then perhaps right around the Thanksgiving holiday, or better yet lets just push it all off until the new year because no body much feels like working from Thanksgiving -Jan2..I am not a psychic but even Ray Charles can see this coming. In other words we are &lt;a href="mailto:Fk%5E#^@#!ed"&gt;Fk^#^@#!ed&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6412081449108917378-6844814801957932198?l=sammieanddylan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammieanddylan.blogspot.com/feeds/6844814801957932198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6412081449108917378&amp;postID=6844814801957932198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412081449108917378/posts/default/6844814801957932198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412081449108917378/posts/default/6844814801957932198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammieanddylan.blogspot.com/2011/10/its-not-lookin-good-folks.html' title='It&apos;s not lookin good folks'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15854884678638215836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XKy8c5ysedM/S_wovA8L__I/AAAAAAAABFA/8nU63HJN_KI/S220/DSC00730.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412081449108917378.post-1158674460969128131</id><published>2011-10-17T12:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T12:16:56.638-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weekend'/><title type='text'>It's great to live in the sunshine state</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-76z-P11Xiew/Tpx-dHgb_8I/AAAAAAAABes/zTQ4_EZlVk8/s1600/DSC01728.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664541470021648322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-76z-P11Xiew/Tpx-dHgb_8I/AAAAAAAABes/zTQ4_EZlVk8/s320/DSC01728.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d90KCckGKQI/Tpx-VHiUTmI/AAAAAAAABeg/gx9L3tau-og/s1600/DSC01733.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664541332590579298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d90KCckGKQI/Tpx-VHiUTmI/AAAAAAAABeg/gx9L3tau-og/s320/DSC01733.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I took these pictures last night at my mom's hotel She and her bf stop by gainesville (even though it's out of the way) on their way back from their summer houses in north carolina. We had a great visit, thank god for the pool I gave them each a twix bar and it would have been ugly had we not had a place to disperse D's energy. That child is sensitive to sugar, noise, and discipline!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6412081449108917378-1158674460969128131?l=sammieanddylan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammieanddylan.blogspot.com/feeds/1158674460969128131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6412081449108917378&amp;postID=1158674460969128131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412081449108917378/posts/default/1158674460969128131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412081449108917378/posts/default/1158674460969128131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammieanddylan.blogspot.com/2011/10/its-great-to-live-in-sunshine-state.html' title='It&apos;s great to live in the sunshine state'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15854884678638215836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XKy8c5ysedM/S_wovA8L__I/AAAAAAAABFA/8nU63HJN_KI/S220/DSC00730.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-76z-P11Xiew/Tpx-dHgb_8I/AAAAAAAABes/zTQ4_EZlVk8/s72-c/DSC01728.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412081449108917378.post-459026097969487967</id><published>2011-10-11T07:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-11T07:35:19.960-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cousins'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weekend'/><title type='text'>Family Party Weekend....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tYXWxgaANWo/TpRT-8WoYiI/AAAAAAAABeU/vszMvu09Lx4/s1600/DSC01698.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662242972329599522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tYXWxgaANWo/TpRT-8WoYiI/AAAAAAAABeU/vszMvu09Lx4/s320/DSC01698.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-41RgCZtj9_M/TpRT1WdwfOI/AAAAAAAABeI/K231IkeIx0A/s1600/DSC01700.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662242807540120802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-41RgCZtj9_M/TpRT1WdwfOI/AAAAAAAABeI/K231IkeIx0A/s320/DSC01700.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-udlLCZ3AX-k/TpRTusnOA9I/AAAAAAAABd8/8sFsQ17YigE/s1600/DSC01697.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662242693226300370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-udlLCZ3AX-k/TpRTusnOA9I/AAAAAAAABd8/8sFsQ17YigE/s320/DSC01697.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Gn5kEmJeD_8/TpRTnZE3Y0I/AAAAAAAABdw/ac-tA5CTLTI/s1600/DSC01713.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662242567722853186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Gn5kEmJeD_8/TpRTnZE3Y0I/AAAAAAAABdw/ac-tA5CTLTI/s320/DSC01713.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6412081449108917378-459026097969487967?l=sammieanddylan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammieanddylan.blogspot.com/feeds/459026097969487967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6412081449108917378&amp;postID=459026097969487967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412081449108917378/posts/default/459026097969487967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412081449108917378/posts/default/459026097969487967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammieanddylan.blogspot.com/2011/10/family-party-weekend.html' title='Family Party Weekend....'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15854884678638215836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XKy8c5ysedM/S_wovA8L__I/AAAAAAAABFA/8nU63HJN_KI/S220/DSC00730.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tYXWxgaANWo/TpRT-8WoYiI/AAAAAAAABeU/vszMvu09Lx4/s72-c/DSC01698.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412081449108917378.post-3435232634992474701</id><published>2011-10-07T05:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-07T05:17:36.076-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weekend'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book'/><title type='text'>Eat, pray, Barf</title><content type='html'>I am listening to that book "Eat, Pray, love" by Elizabeth Gilbert and WOW. I don't even know if I will make it until the end. This kind of self absorption and analysis is something a person ought to go through before their mid thirties! I think I will hang in until the part in India. I would love to have a yoga guru for spirtual teaching, so maybe this is where the book gets good. Right now I feel like I am listening to one of those friends that never stops talking about themselves, ME, ME, ME! Ack&lt;br /&gt;We are going to my SIL in Jax for a surprise party for my FIL b day. We are all (5 families) going to cram in their for sleeping it should be fun with a little help from my friends ambien and ear plugs. I will post pics I hope but none with me as I am once again in hair cut hell after a run in with a supercuts stylist. I have only myself to blame a yearning to spend less on my stupid hair, well u get what you pay for :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6412081449108917378-3435232634992474701?l=sammieanddylan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammieanddylan.blogspot.com/feeds/3435232634992474701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6412081449108917378&amp;postID=3435232634992474701' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412081449108917378/posts/default/3435232634992474701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412081449108917378/posts/default/3435232634992474701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammieanddylan.blogspot.com/2011/10/eat-pray-barf.html' title='Eat, pray, Barf'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15854884678638215836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XKy8c5ysedM/S_wovA8L__I/AAAAAAAABFA/8nU63HJN_KI/S220/DSC00730.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412081449108917378.post-3858216701913946687</id><published>2011-10-03T05:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T05:41:25.571-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily life'/><title type='text'>Sunday at the farm</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was perfection when it came to weather. We met some friends at Roger's farm for pony, hay, and tractor rides. I am so tired this morning. We got our new closing date for Oct. 25. The mom we met with yesterday has the name of a good cleaner so I can get some help with getting the new house into shape before we move in. She pays to have them come in every two weeks at her house, we are going to start with the one time for now (until I make more money i can't justify it). WE are excited about halloween. More on that later I must fax documents and consume caffeneine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6412081449108917378-3858216701913946687?l=sammieanddylan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammieanddylan.blogspot.com/feeds/3858216701913946687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6412081449108917378&amp;postID=3858216701913946687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412081449108917378/posts/default/3858216701913946687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412081449108917378/posts/default/3858216701913946687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammieanddylan.blogspot.com/2011/10/sunday-at-farm.html' title='Sunday at the farm'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15854884678638215836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XKy8c5ysedM/S_wovA8L__I/AAAAAAAABFA/8nU63HJN_KI/S220/DSC00730.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412081449108917378.post-9126563702669939293</id><published>2011-09-29T10:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-29T10:53:14.832-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='house'/><title type='text'>The never ending story...</title><content type='html'>WE had our home inspection yesterday. Nothing major is wrong with the house but some things we will need to fix. The owner that is out of work was there and quite friendly with us which was a relief. As it turns out he had no idea we planned on closing tomorrow! Lucky for them the bank didn't give us the approval letter because they need some updated documents from the seller, therefore we are looking at two more weeks at least to close. This gives the owners time to pack, I sure hope they do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6412081449108917378-9126563702669939293?l=sammieanddylan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammieanddylan.blogspot.com/feeds/9126563702669939293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6412081449108917378&amp;postID=9126563702669939293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412081449108917378/posts/default/9126563702669939293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412081449108917378/posts/default/9126563702669939293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammieanddylan.blogspot.com/2011/09/never-ending-story.html' title='The never ending story...'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15854884678638215836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XKy8c5ysedM/S_wovA8L__I/AAAAAAAABFA/8nU63HJN_KI/S220/DSC00730.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412081449108917378.post-8155427994295101538</id><published>2011-09-27T07:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-27T08:02:35.927-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='house'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='discipline'/><title type='text'>What's a girl gotta do for some ice cream?</title><content type='html'>Sunday S and D were acting very wild (or as k puts it obnoxious). After several warnings Kevin threw down the gaunlet if you scream one more time either one of you no ice cream tomorrow night. So of course they scream and their fate is sealed. Next they were going to lose juice for the week. I didn't want to enforce that so I told them, "Just go up stairs if you can't stay out of your own way down here!" Yesterday was the day to enforce the consequence and Sami knew it. She says to me after eating her dinner " But mom &lt;em&gt;I really&lt;/em&gt; want ice cream." I can't blame her the ice cream is really good white chocolate raspberry frozen yogurt with dark chocolate chunks (swoon). I told her this is your punishment for misbehaving yesterday so NO you may not have icecream. I went back to what i was doing which was unloading the dishwasher when from out of no where something rams into my legs a pushing me into the dishwasher basket yep you guessed it my little blond tazmanian devil. "Stop it samantha" I told her, "that isn't a nice thing to do to your mother." I turned back around to finish up and the little tiger comes at me again full force sugar envy rage. So I spanked her. I have spanked her maybe two other times. I can't put up with the disrespect although I really wasn't mad at her I know what it is like to NEED sweets. Note I wasn't the one who made that the punishment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the house. I will just tell you two things and you can come to your own conclusions&lt;br /&gt;1. Our closing is this Friday&lt;br /&gt;2. Sunday when KEvin drove by the house it was FULLY and ELABORATELY decorated for Halloween (sigh). It's not even october yet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6412081449108917378-8155427994295101538?l=sammieanddylan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammieanddylan.blogspot.com/feeds/8155427994295101538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6412081449108917378&amp;postID=8155427994295101538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412081449108917378/posts/default/8155427994295101538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412081449108917378/posts/default/8155427994295101538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammieanddylan.blogspot.com/2011/09/whats-girl-gotta-do-for-some-ice-cream.html' title='What&apos;s a girl gotta do for some ice cream?'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15854884678638215836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XKy8c5ysedM/S_wovA8L__I/AAAAAAAABFA/8nU63HJN_KI/S220/DSC00730.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412081449108917378.post-5762277671585885245</id><published>2011-09-16T11:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-16T11:29:38.120-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daycare'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='illness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily life'/><title type='text'>The end of an era</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9-lIxV9Oq7s/TnOTrBhVlfI/AAAAAAAABdo/dxccGb73VNs/s1600/DSC01642.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653024324632024562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9-lIxV9Oq7s/TnOTrBhVlfI/AAAAAAAABdo/dxccGb73VNs/s320/DSC01642.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xGZDlIb-ffY/TnOTkWQVcrI/AAAAAAAABdg/8jxAybxqKKg/s1600/DSC01641.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653024209938772658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xGZDlIb-ffY/TnOTkWQVcrI/AAAAAAAABdg/8jxAybxqKKg/s320/DSC01641.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today was S and D's last day of school at A Child's Academy. I bought Sami her ballet uniform today black leotard, pink tights, and pink satin slippers. Remember they offer dance as part of the extracurricular activities for the kids. I could just die from the cuteness. I was planning on buying the uniform for male dancers too black shorts, black shirt and black shoes but walmart had no such items for my little guy. I am going to ask at their new school Monday where most parents buy for their boys. Other news closing in 2 wks on our house.!We are getting new carpet put in right away yippeee!! I cut dylan's hair with scissors for the first time-a work in progress (me as a hairdresser). oh and last definantly not least I took them for their 3 year physicals. Dylan has a heart murmur and came in at whopping 10% height and 25% weight (my little piglet!). Sami has a normal heart and came in 50% /50% growth/height. We will go to a cardiologist soon however it seems that this is a genetic defect that is quite common amongst Kevin's family. The twin's got the flu shot mist up their noses. I too plan to get a shot whenever they come around to my work . Have a fine weekend! Jodi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6412081449108917378-5762277671585885245?l=sammieanddylan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammieanddylan.blogspot.com/feeds/5762277671585885245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6412081449108917378&amp;postID=5762277671585885245' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412081449108917378/posts/default/5762277671585885245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412081449108917378/posts/default/5762277671585885245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammieanddylan.blogspot.com/2011/09/end-of-era.html' title='The end of an era'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15854884678638215836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XKy8c5ysedM/S_wovA8L__I/AAAAAAAABFA/8nU63HJN_KI/S220/DSC00730.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9-lIxV9Oq7s/TnOTrBhVlfI/AAAAAAAABdo/dxccGb73VNs/s72-c/DSC01642.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412081449108917378.post-7630031640133463259</id><published>2011-09-13T05:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-13T06:03:17.100-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daycare'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily life'/><title type='text'>A bubble and a monkey tail</title><content type='html'>It turns out I love school! As long as it's preschool. Ms Liz S and D's teacher sent home notes on how she teaches the kids how to write the letters of the alphabet. So we will work at a different letter every night each week. It's fun using the creative way she has come up with to teach the kids to form the shapes of the alphabet. For example little a is: a bubble and a monkey tail, big A is: two slants with a cross. This morning I thanked her for sending the guide home. She said it makes sense that the parents teach in the same language that the teacher does. I agree with this but also it serves as a reminder to me that &lt;em&gt;I should&lt;/em&gt; be teaching them at night not just swimming and watching cartoons summer is over after all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6412081449108917378-7630031640133463259?l=sammieanddylan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammieanddylan.blogspot.com/feeds/7630031640133463259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6412081449108917378&amp;postID=7630031640133463259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412081449108917378/posts/default/7630031640133463259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412081449108917378/posts/default/7630031640133463259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammieanddylan.blogspot.com/2011/09/bubble-and-monkey-tail.html' title='A bubble and a monkey tail'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15854884678638215836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XKy8c5ysedM/S_wovA8L__I/AAAAAAAABFA/8nU63HJN_KI/S220/DSC00730.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412081449108917378.post-7821685043744790675</id><published>2011-09-11T11:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T11:42:31.709-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crappy day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily life'/><title type='text'>Where were  you?</title><content type='html'>I was student teaching toward earnng my masters in education at Buchholz high school, yet another career path that was not my calling. Today just like that day 10 years ago I sat with my eyes glued to the television only today it was the replay on Lifetime tv of the events of 9 /11/2001. I don't have the right to comment on Sept 11 since i was like most just a spectator from a far, the entire world however, will forever feel the impact of the events of that day. It's been a downhill slide for the global economy ever since. So where were you on that day, and how has it effected the path of your life?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6412081449108917378-7821685043744790675?l=sammieanddylan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammieanddylan.blogspot.com/feeds/7821685043744790675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6412081449108917378&amp;postID=7821685043744790675' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412081449108917378/posts/default/7821685043744790675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412081449108917378/posts/default/7821685043744790675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammieanddylan.blogspot.com/2011/09/where-were-you.html' title='Where were  you?'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15854884678638215836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XKy8c5ysedM/S_wovA8L__I/AAAAAAAABFA/8nU63HJN_KI/S220/DSC00730.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412081449108917378.post-8261246753780147137</id><published>2011-09-06T08:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-06T08:48:40.448-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='house'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily life'/><title type='text'>Hurray! Shaun Hannity I blame you.</title><content type='html'>It 's raining it's pouring nothing new around here but this morning I am was totally grateful for our little parking spot that is tucked in by our front door underneath our front balcony ahhh civilization. I will be forever thankful that we no longer live in the giant mudhole it is so much easier packing the car with two children and all of the acoutrements necessary for school and work on a Monday morning. Flashback to about a year ago when Kevin revamped our drive way which used to be dirt in the middle of a tropical wave and I was stranded at the house because the driveway was mush. The next morning we got in a screaming match before work because I drove "wrong" and he had to pull my SUV out with his Dodge Ram truck. Tee hee good times I love that I can look back and laugh at the utter crappiness of that place and smile from the couch at my city dwelling which in the middle of a rainstorm still has electricity and water!&lt;br /&gt;The twins have added yet another "bad word" to their repetoire this weekend. It's not all my fault I swear! I hate what the smells of frying food leaves in the house but instead of taking the skillet onto the deck and making the breaded chicken there I took a chance and made it underneath the hood of the stove. Well I ended up burning the chicken and the suction of the hood fan was pretty poor. Dylan innocently walked into the kitchen when I was fretting over yet another disasterous meal and a smelly house to boot and he says, "It smells in here mommy what does it smell like? food?" I said, "No it smells like ASS!" Kevin scolded me from the other room for that one and I felt bad to have taught him such a trashy word. Yesterday on our way to the store I had talk radio playing and Shaun Hannity's show happened to be on. If you have listened to the lead in for his show you know it says something about "We 'll stick a boot in your ass it's the American way." That my friends is when D upon hearing this decided that ass should be partnered with hole, pretty creative don't you think? So if my child calls you an asshole please remember it's not&lt;em&gt; all&lt;/em&gt; my fault it's Shaun Hannity's too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6412081449108917378-8261246753780147137?l=sammieanddylan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammieanddylan.blogspot.com/feeds/8261246753780147137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6412081449108917378&amp;postID=8261246753780147137' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412081449108917378/posts/default/8261246753780147137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412081449108917378/posts/default/8261246753780147137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammieanddylan.blogspot.com/2011/09/hurray-its-not-all-my-fault.html' title='Hurray! Shaun Hannity I blame you.'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15854884678638215836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XKy8c5ysedM/S_wovA8L__I/AAAAAAAABFA/8nU63HJN_KI/S220/DSC00730.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412081449108917378.post-5103795250969319391</id><published>2011-08-31T10:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T10:42:51.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Light at the end of the shorsale tunnel -perhaps?</title><content type='html'>So our realtor finely got a hold of the sellers agent (he won't answer her calls too much) and he thought we should still be able to close by september 30! So we might have a pool party/house warming after all. I am loving being in the city and our little place is so easy to take care of plus we are running the air conditioning like mad because the utilities are included in our rent BUT I really REALLY can't wait to be back in a 2000 square foot house with our own yard. That way I can be with the family and get things done while they swim, and everyone will have their own space again, and we will have all our stuff again. The twins don't have most of their toys right now, not that they play with them anyway, but they&lt;em&gt; do&lt;/em&gt; like to throw them on the floor and I like to pick them up (NOT). Seriously, I did NOT get mad enough pre move about all the crap on the floor that they wouldn't pick up that I threw everything in a black garbage bag; nope I sure didn't that would be wasteful and a little crazy and hormonal. Okay so count down one month move outta the ghetto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6412081449108917378-5103795250969319391?l=sammieanddylan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammieanddylan.blogspot.com/feeds/5103795250969319391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6412081449108917378&amp;postID=5103795250969319391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412081449108917378/posts/default/5103795250969319391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412081449108917378/posts/default/5103795250969319391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammieanddylan.blogspot.com/2011/08/light-at-end-of-shorsale-tunnel-perhaps.html' title='Light at the end of the shorsale tunnel -perhaps?'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15854884678638215836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XKy8c5ysedM/S_wovA8L__I/AAAAAAAABFA/8nU63HJN_KI/S220/DSC00730.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412081449108917378.post-6969538990266640235</id><published>2011-08-31T05:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T05:39:12.916-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daycare'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>The pledge</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was the first day of Prek at the twin's school. They were looking forward to going back today, so I think the major problem they were having with school over the summer is that they were bored, not enough structure and stimulation. Aw well we are putting them somewhere else anyway. The new place is is really nice. What i really like is the extrracurricular classes they offer for the kids from 3-5. They have karate, preballet, gymnastics, etc (I think i may have already wrote about this) . I also like the fact that they pay their staff more I don't want unhappy people teaching my kids that isn't fair to anybody. Anyway their first day there is Sept 19...But back to the learning last night of the blue Sami recited the entire pledge of alligience! Can you believe it after one lesson and she knows the entire pledge and some of those words are complex such as indivisble. We went to a kid fest last weekend with our friends that live in a towncenter community. IT was pretty hot but the older kids enjoyed the water slides. The poor little baby who was bjorned along was quite fussy. That little baby girl is probably the cutest baby I have ever seen. I will post pics from the event later. Life here at work has been busy lately. The inspectors that submit the samples for me to work on were give a slap on the wrist and a bottom line for submitting at least 75 samples a year recenlty: i would guess there are at least 200 inspectors so yeah work has picked up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6412081449108917378-6969538990266640235?l=sammieanddylan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammieanddylan.blogspot.com/feeds/6969538990266640235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6412081449108917378&amp;postID=6969538990266640235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412081449108917378/posts/default/6969538990266640235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412081449108917378/posts/default/6969538990266640235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammieanddylan.blogspot.com/2011/08/pledge.html' title='The pledge'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15854884678638215836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XKy8c5ysedM/S_wovA8L__I/AAAAAAAABFA/8nU63HJN_KI/S220/DSC00730.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412081449108917378.post-4045249407907279378</id><published>2011-08-22T08:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-22T08:39:27.985-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily life'/><title type='text'>What's new?</title><content type='html'>I haven't been a good blogger lately but that is not so new. Kevin joined my gym and my attempt to banish flab every weekend ( and him 2 week days). This is good it gives us some time together without continual interruptions and jealousy from S and D plus let's face it we all look alot more attractive when we are in shape! We used to work out together before we got married and the country hell hole sucked kevin in (he worked close by and never went into town)and was our relationships's downfall BUT as you all know we are passed that now phew! So still hoping to close on our new place Sept. 30. no news there. We are still enjoying the pool every night, me and the twins wear goggles and swim around under water with our neighbors. It's quite culturally diverseat our little complex. We have Japan, The Ukraine, Lebanon (just a guess based on appearance), Guatemala, and America (african and white) represented on a daily basis because ESL for most there isn't much talking it's quiet in a strange way but everyone is considerate. We are playing the waiting game at work to see what is going to happen with personel and promotions (6 more weeks at least), just incase we get screwed and they bring in someone from the outside i am revamping my resume and casually searching the internet. I decided I would rather search far and wide for a better job and NOT go back to school. What can I say I just don't like school! I already have a masters' degree so you can forgive me right? I have another daycare to look into today so fingers crossed it is not a &lt;a href="mailto:$R#@#hole"&gt;$R#@#hole&lt;/a&gt;. BYE for now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6412081449108917378-4045249407907279378?l=sammieanddylan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammieanddylan.blogspot.com/feeds/4045249407907279378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6412081449108917378&amp;postID=4045249407907279378' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412081449108917378/posts/default/4045249407907279378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412081449108917378/posts/default/4045249407907279378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammieanddylan.blogspot.com/2011/08/whats-new.html' title='What&apos;s new?'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15854884678638215836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XKy8c5ysedM/S_wovA8L__I/AAAAAAAABFA/8nU63HJN_KI/S220/DSC00730.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412081449108917378.post-689283320269608278</id><published>2011-08-16T06:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-16T06:33:28.154-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Got zits?</title><content type='html'>If you have know me for a while you know I have struggled with acne on and off since the age 13.&lt;br /&gt;I've tried everything the dermatologists have to offer: erythromyic gel, erythromyicin pills (yes people with acne will expose their entire system to long term antibiotic treatment, minocyclin pills, differin gel, Retin A cream, a semi treatment of accutane (one pill a day) and off dairy as per the advice of one Dr in Tampa, a full treatment of accutane (at age 26) where they force you take all these pregnancy and blood tests to be sure you aren't poisoning yourself or a fetus. Since the accutane treatment I have used the proactiv face wash which seems to keep things calm until lately. Because it has worked so well (insert sarcasm) in the past i phoned my dermatologist but can't be seen until sept. I have started my own home treatment by adding niacinamide (B3 vitamin at 4%) to my cream also last night i tried apple cider vinegar at 50% with water as a toner. Well today my skin looks great! I attribute it to the ACV. It smells bad at first but it is worth it. I am going to continue with it morning and night. The niacinamide is supposed to help with a plethora of aging and acne issues so I will stick with this as well. I am giving up my nightly (yes you heard me) ice cream habit. They have so many great lowfat varieties s at publix Kevin and I have gotten in the habit of eating it after the kids go to bed...well i don't even eat my dinner until then most nights.&lt;br /&gt;I know the dairy sugar combo is poison for my skin plus milk in general is not good for us but that is whole other post. I have switched the kids to almond milk so they are getting more easily absorbed calcium with out all of the estrogen and other hormones present in the milk of a lactating female that isn't their mother. The soy yogurt is going to take some getting used to but I guess you could say i am weaning us off dairy for more reasons then my acne problem!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6412081449108917378-689283320269608278?l=sammieanddylan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammieanddylan.blogspot.com/feeds/689283320269608278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6412081449108917378&amp;postID=689283320269608278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412081449108917378/posts/default/689283320269608278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412081449108917378/posts/default/689283320269608278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammieanddylan.blogspot.com/2011/08/got-zits.html' title='Got zits?'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15854884678638215836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XKy8c5ysedM/S_wovA8L__I/AAAAAAAABFA/8nU63HJN_KI/S220/DSC00730.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412081449108917378.post-4854979933926933137</id><published>2011-08-16T05:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-16T05:20:50.233-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daycare'/><title type='text'>Fail</title><content type='html'>We toured that daycare yesterday. It was gross . The kids liked it though but who knows how long that would last. The main problem in addition to it's yuckiness I felt in there was that instead of different rooms they had little half walls separated one big room and it was chaos in there. Ack my skin was crawling...The search continues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6412081449108917378-4854979933926933137?l=sammieanddylan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammieanddylan.blogspot.com/feeds/4854979933926933137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6412081449108917378&amp;postID=4854979933926933137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412081449108917378/posts/default/4854979933926933137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412081449108917378/posts/default/4854979933926933137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammieanddylan.blogspot.com/2011/08/fail.html' title='Fail'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15854884678638215836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XKy8c5ysedM/S_wovA8L__I/AAAAAAAABFA/8nU63HJN_KI/S220/DSC00730.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412081449108917378.post-501001623415916687</id><published>2011-08-15T13:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-15T13:26:19.760-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daycare'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yoga'/><title type='text'>A new pose and a new daycare?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CW9vIB0KFCU/Tkl-3IjdTRI/AAAAAAAABdY/3MtIHAbzXbY/s1600/headstand.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 89px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 218px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641179493912366354" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CW9vIB0KFCU/Tkl-3IjdTRI/AAAAAAAABdY/3MtIHAbzXbY/s320/headstand.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A new pose:&lt;/strong&gt; I can get up into supported headstand without any props. Aren't you impressed? I am!It's fun and really forces the mental focus for as soon as I think "Look at me I am in headstand! I fall out of position" &lt;strong&gt;A new daycare&lt;/strong&gt;_The other day sami said she wants to go to a new school. It is hard to get a straight answer out of her about why but I have been thinking the same thing about the 3 year room: it's just not that great. There is a school we might tour today if they want. I heard good things about it from my hygenist who has small children and it' s a daycare and school. I looked at a couple of schools that were pre k-8th grade but I think that is too schoolish. I want them to have a homey atmosphere still . Also, I don't want them going to a school where the majority of the children are part time and the aftercare is the minority. That would be kind of sad you know? When most of the kids go home and they don't. Right now they don't know any different. Everyone's mom comes to pick them up after a full days work not 3 hours. I feel good about the possiblity i have been stewing about it for awhile. At first it seemed to KEvin that I was agreeing to the whim of a 3 year oldbut I'm not. If they aren't happy either well then it's time for a change!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6412081449108917378-501001623415916687?l=sammieanddylan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammieanddylan.blogspot.com/feeds/501001623415916687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6412081449108917378&amp;postID=501001623415916687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412081449108917378/posts/default/501001623415916687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412081449108917378/posts/default/501001623415916687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammieanddylan.blogspot.com/2011/08/new-pose-and-new-daycare.html' title='A new pose and a new daycare?'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15854884678638215836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XKy8c5ysedM/S_wovA8L__I/AAAAAAAABFA/8nU63HJN_KI/S220/DSC00730.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CW9vIB0KFCU/Tkl-3IjdTRI/AAAAAAAABdY/3MtIHAbzXbY/s72-c/headstand.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412081449108917378.post-4012907963225268002</id><published>2011-08-12T07:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-12T07:19:22.016-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weekend'/><title type='text'>Sami's first salon and VBS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ElapsBt9u5E/TkU2Xugv-eI/AAAAAAAABdQ/lv2IAmlUQBI/s1600/DSC01591.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639973889601698274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ElapsBt9u5E/TkU2Xugv-eI/AAAAAAAABdQ/lv2IAmlUQBI/s320/DSC01591.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--_CBHwE11Vk/TkU2RmQ0DXI/AAAAAAAABdI/GGzegmNQ774/s1600/DSC01592.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639973784308157810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--_CBHwE11Vk/TkU2RmQ0DXI/AAAAAAAABdI/GGzegmNQ774/s320/DSC01592.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have been absent lately oops. Nothing wrong. Yesterday Sami had her first hair cut by my stylist. She gave it to us for free because there wasn't much to it. That was so nice of her but lord knows she get gets enough money from doing my hair! I included a picture of Dylan last weekend jumping on the bounce house at our apt complex. Some nice folks were advertising a free VBS (vacation bible school i had to ask what the acronym stood for) that their church was holding in the apt's clubhouse August 10-12. I would not have minded the twin's exposure to bible stories and they would have enjoyed the game playing, however, it slipped our minds and we went swimming instead. Kevin was surprised I would allow their exposure to Christianity (seeing as I am not a believer). I think they can decided for themselves what they choose to believe based on what makes them feel good and makes them better people. That is the point of religion, right? Tonight we were invited by our friends with a 3 year old and baby to go to pizza and a movie on the lawn at their housing community. They are playing Cars it should be a lot of fun. I got a steal on some folding chairs at walmart yesterday. Super cute beachy colors two with high backs each for 10$ and two with low backs each for 8 dollars. Have a great weekend!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6412081449108917378-4012907963225268002?l=sammieanddylan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammieanddylan.blogspot.com/feeds/4012907963225268002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6412081449108917378&amp;postID=4012907963225268002' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412081449108917378/posts/default/4012907963225268002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412081449108917378/posts/default/4012907963225268002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammieanddylan.blogspot.com/2011/08/samis-first-salon-and-vbs.html' title='Sami&apos;s first salon and VBS'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15854884678638215836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XKy8c5ysedM/S_wovA8L__I/AAAAAAAABFA/8nU63HJN_KI/S220/DSC00730.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ElapsBt9u5E/TkU2Xugv-eI/AAAAAAAABdQ/lv2IAmlUQBI/s72-c/DSC01591.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412081449108917378.post-4163290613998417620</id><published>2011-08-04T06:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-04T06:58:50.930-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cuteness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='illness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily life'/><title type='text'>What we said...What they heard</title><content type='html'>Last night Sami was up with tears and, "My ear hurts daddy." After trying to settle with her for a while eventually Kevin had to wake me up -I know where all the pain relievers are. After four more trips to cover and sooth her through out the night I decided it would be appropriate to fill the prescription fo amoxicillan I have been holding on to for a while. We went to the CVS on the way to school/work to fill aforemention prescription as we drive on a route that is different than our usual morning route Dylan asks: "Where we going Mom?"&lt;br /&gt;ME: "We are going to the pharmacy to get Sami ear medicine, then to school for water day."&lt;br /&gt;Dylan: "Will there be animals there?"&lt;br /&gt;Me:"Not a farm sweetie a pharm a cy it's a store where we buy medicine".&lt;br /&gt;Dylan; sings this time, "We are going to see the farmer a b c"&lt;br /&gt;ME: "I don't want u to be disappointed really it's just a store."&lt;br /&gt;Dylan: "Will there be a horsie there?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6412081449108917378-4163290613998417620?l=sammieanddylan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammieanddylan.blogspot.com/feeds/4163290613998417620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6412081449108917378&amp;postID=4163290613998417620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412081449108917378/posts/default/4163290613998417620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412081449108917378/posts/default/4163290613998417620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammieanddylan.blogspot.com/2011/08/what-we-saidwhat-they-heard.html' title='What we said...What they heard'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15854884678638215836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XKy8c5ysedM/S_wovA8L__I/AAAAAAAABFA/8nU63HJN_KI/S220/DSC00730.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412081449108917378.post-8283400469637739077</id><published>2011-08-03T10:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-03T10:46:21.651-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daycare'/><title type='text'>While we work...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uVuQyR34mOk/TjmI6HGdOZI/AAAAAAAABdA/JJe_7NvkkJQ/s1600/daycare%2B6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 180px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636686940550805906" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uVuQyR34mOk/TjmI6HGdOZI/AAAAAAAABdA/JJe_7NvkkJQ/s320/daycare%2B6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xRGyr5VU1n4/TjmI1g1m4fI/AAAAAAAABc4/Jz3qtiUnwig/s1600/daycare%2B5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 180px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636686861560111602" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xRGyr5VU1n4/TjmI1g1m4fI/AAAAAAAABc4/Jz3qtiUnwig/s320/daycare%2B5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b6IcgXwd5wc/TjmIxcPV6GI/AAAAAAAABcw/2IMHvVaBqYs/s1600/daycare%2B7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 180px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636686791606397026" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b6IcgXwd5wc/TjmIxcPV6GI/AAAAAAAABcw/2IMHvVaBqYs/s320/daycare%2B7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gH_e4i-ZgKU/TjmIrbXZvJI/AAAAAAAABco/I-oDqPaoEqs/s1600/daycare%2B3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 180px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636686688292551826" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gH_e4i-ZgKU/TjmIrbXZvJI/AAAAAAAABco/I-oDqPaoEqs/s320/daycare%2B3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They play at summer camp at daycare. Crafts, petting zoo, and water days seem to be the high lights for this year so far. I have been crap about pictures good thing not everyone has.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6412081449108917378-8283400469637739077?l=sammieanddylan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammieanddylan.blogspot.com/feeds/8283400469637739077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6412081449108917378&amp;postID=8283400469637739077' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412081449108917378/posts/default/8283400469637739077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412081449108917378/posts/default/8283400469637739077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammieanddylan.blogspot.com/2011/08/while-we-work.html' title='While we work...'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15854884678638215836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XKy8c5ysedM/S_wovA8L__I/AAAAAAAABFA/8nU63HJN_KI/S220/DSC00730.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uVuQyR34mOk/TjmI6HGdOZI/AAAAAAAABdA/JJe_7NvkkJQ/s72-c/daycare%2B6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412081449108917378.post-7647686891388359712</id><published>2011-07-29T12:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-29T12:31:21.715-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='discipline'/><title type='text'>The Bully</title><content type='html'>I think I forgot to mention that we took our vacation week from daycare this week. We rented a condo for 3 nights on St Augustine Beach. Guess what? Friday night the two decided they were going to swim without water wings so they did. Good bye water wings hello slippery twin fishies. Our friends with a 3 year boy and twin infants met us over at the beach. My children are far from perfect. They say bad words and think saying," that's a bad word" after aforementioned bad word makes it okay. They are not shy about dropping trough to pee just about anywhere they choose. "I don't need a potty mommy I'll just go right here" says sami standing on the pool deck. At least they don't go in the pool right? Anyhoo at what point do bad habits become bad child? I don't know the answer to this but let me tell you what bad habits a certain child who shall remain nameless inflicted on my family:1. Threw sand in Sami's eyes for NO reason (was right there saw the whole episode)&lt;br /&gt;2. Bit Dylan on his PENIS (not sure how or when that happened)&lt;br /&gt;3. Abused Dylan in such a manner that he screamed and cried and hid under his blanket and said he no longer liked nameless child.&lt;br /&gt;4. Scratched Kevin on the face leaving mark and drawing blood.&lt;br /&gt;5. pushed Dylan in the pool (before he could swim this witnessed by my MIL) and laughed about it when he sank like rock to the bottom.&lt;br /&gt;My SIL said that is the way kids get when they aren't disciplined. Poor kid it doens't really matter that it's his parent's job to discipline and he is not getting it. The fact of the matter is no one will want to be his friend if he can't control his abusive impulses. I sure hope my kids aren't secret meanies behind my back! Please let me know if this is the case.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6412081449108917378-7647686891388359712?l=sammieanddylan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammieanddylan.blogspot.com/feeds/7647686891388359712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6412081449108917378&amp;postID=7647686891388359712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412081449108917378/posts/default/7647686891388359712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412081449108917378/posts/default/7647686891388359712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammieanddylan.blogspot.com/2011/07/mia.html' title='The Bully'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15854884678638215836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XKy8c5ysedM/S_wovA8L__I/AAAAAAAABFA/8nU63HJN_KI/S220/DSC00730.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412081449108917378.post-8410432927258547642</id><published>2011-07-18T08:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-18T08:27:03.886-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='house'/><title type='text'>Closing and the Cat</title><content type='html'>OMG! We are handing over the keys today at 12:30. I am soo very tired from the moving process. Well what I did mostly was lug some things in my car a few trips and then clean, clean, clean. It is nice living around people again, I love it. I also love that we no longer have satellite tv -its so freaking complicated to get tech problems fixed. Since we are at an apartment complex I walk out the door ten feet and put my garbage in the dumpster. Kevin no longer has to haul the smelly trash to the dump every week. I do feel a little bad for our neighbors. My kids were acting like wild indians last night slamming doors and hollering while I was making dinner and too tired to stop it. At least they are in bed early. Kevin told me not to show up to the closing too early because we will look desperate. Hello!! we are desperate! All our stuff has been loaded into a POD and shipped an hour south to the pod warehouse in Ocala; not to mention the crap ton of things that did not fit into our POD that are now in our smelly apartment. Don't worry I am not going to complain much about our aptment here just a warning if you come visit it has that old musty/mildew smell but no mice so that is a def improvement.The first night I dumped an entire container of carpet fresh down. Oh and moving our cat &lt;em&gt;that was fun&lt;/em&gt; (note sarcasm&lt;em&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;. I didn't get kitty tranquilizers like I should have, so imagine me trying to shove a full grown cat into a carrier by myself while Sami gleefully shouted and giggled in the backround "IT's the cat, the cat, weee tee heee". The carrier was scooting across the floor as I tried to unsuccessfully shove him in until it backed up against a wall in the utility room. The cat is trying to claw his way out and is very successful at doing so, I jam him down, he climbs back to the top: at this point i have tipped the carrier up vertical so with this, my opposible thumbs, and 120 lbs I have over the cat I finally get the carrier shut and locked. Then I moved to the kitchen to unload the fridge before departing and I hear Sami shouting, "IT got out mommy!". So yeah that's what i get for buying a ten dollar carrier for the cat. Now the cat is totally freaked out (with good reason) he is wild eyed and panting his mouth open wide(cats don't normally pant). I told Sami, "Well I guess he is going to just have to ride in the car free willy". Poor cat even with all I put him through he still did not bite or claw me which is utterly amazing most cats are mean. I put his food and water on your screened back porch and left the door ajar. Guess what? I haven't seen him since. He did come back under the cover of night to eat his food -well someone ate his food. I hope he hangs in he is a really great cat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6412081449108917378-8410432927258547642?l=sammieanddylan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammieanddylan.blogspot.com/feeds/8410432927258547642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6412081449108917378&amp;postID=8410432927258547642' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412081449108917378/posts/default/8410432927258547642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412081449108917378/posts/default/8410432927258547642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammieanddylan.blogspot.com/2011/07/closing-and-cat.html' title='Closing and the Cat'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15854884678638215836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XKy8c5ysedM/S_wovA8L__I/AAAAAAAABFA/8nU63HJN_KI/S220/DSC00730.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412081449108917378.post-7513157627580108492</id><published>2011-07-14T05:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-14T05:48:11.742-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='house'/><title type='text'>Sayonara!</title><content type='html'>Last night was our last night in our old house. I was talking to S and D about it last night at bedtime and realized I would get to buy them new sheets for the twin beds in the furnished apt (they use toddler beds at home now). Sami wants Dora. Dylan wants, "Cars, trucks and Nader."&lt;br /&gt;I should be able to find both at target. I am going to take an hour or so off work to go there and set things up. I am sure they will be needy tonight as Dylan put it, "I'm scared", so I will want to be with them not trying to hang pictures, make beds , and put away clothes and towels. When I try to accomplish things in the hours of need it generally leads to temper tantrums.&lt;br /&gt;The POD comes tomorrow yikes!!! ITs great that we have until monday to transition.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6412081449108917378-7513157627580108492?l=sammieanddylan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammieanddylan.blogspot.com/feeds/7513157627580108492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6412081449108917378&amp;postID=7513157627580108492' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412081449108917378/posts/default/7513157627580108492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412081449108917378/posts/default/7513157627580108492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammieanddylan.blogspot.com/2011/07/sayonara.html' title='Sayonara!'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15854884678638215836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XKy8c5ysedM/S_wovA8L__I/AAAAAAAABFA/8nU63HJN_KI/S220/DSC00730.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412081449108917378.post-5153149313854959161</id><published>2011-07-13T12:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-13T12:14:26.773-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='house'/><title type='text'>Our legacy-update</title><content type='html'>Kevin's employees all live in a double wide at his nursery. IT's all single men and they don't have much if any furniture. We donate our couch and love seat to them that are about 9 years old. They were in good shape just needed a good cleaning. They picked up the furniture Tuesday night and the smell miraculously disappeared. So you guessed it the mouse nest was in the love seat! Of course they won't say anything to the boss but kevin felt bad anyway. What I said was, "Well at least they are used to deplorable living conditions in MExico :)"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6412081449108917378-5153149313854959161?l=sammieanddylan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammieanddylan.blogspot.com/feeds/5153149313854959161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6412081449108917378&amp;postID=5153149313854959161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412081449108917378/posts/default/5153149313854959161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412081449108917378/posts/default/5153149313854959161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammieanddylan.blogspot.com/2011/07/our-legacy-update.html' title='Our legacy-update'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15854884678638215836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XKy8c5ysedM/S_wovA8L__I/AAAAAAAABFA/8nU63HJN_KI/S220/DSC00730.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412081449108917378.post-3424193804192103993</id><published>2011-07-11T10:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-11T10:54:59.470-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='house'/><title type='text'>Our legacy</title><content type='html'>Busy times people. Just as I was settling back into work last Thursday I got a call from Daycare that Samantha was sick. It was just something she ate I guess went right through her, her clothes and two pullups. She was fine by Friday. Packing and throwing away little by little. My inlaws came over Wed-Fri for dinner. My FIL got our cold I felt clammy and disgusting for thursday-Sunday w/sorethroat. Saturday afternoon we went to a friends 3 Year Birthday party with bounce house and pool it was a great party. My mom came through town for dinner and swimming yesterday afternoon. Back to work today. I saw our temporary townhouse this morning. It is so cute. IT's OLD but it's cute. It is a corner unit with screened porch and 2.5 bath 3 bedrooms. We have one covered parking spot, two pools and a playground. I am really excited!! The storage POD arrives thursday and KEvin's 4 employees will load it up Friday with the furniture and all the not used crap we keep. We will stay our first night at the town house Friday. I will be cleaning our old house all weekend. Two families with kids that are friends with our twins offered to look after them this weekend in the afternoons so I will miss them but get much more done without: "Mommy i want, I want, I want, Dylan hit me, Sami won't share etc."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah and &lt;em&gt;our legacy&lt;/em&gt; is the smell of decomposing mice that is permeating our house. Remember i said I was dealing with the mice problem (Ie. putting poison everywhere) so the new folks didn't have deal with a shitty house WELL it worked and it smells like their nest was right below our living room somewhere. They go back to their nest to die. So yep it smells, BAD. Adios amigos we will not miss the home with walls of swiss cheese!! It will be a very clean very smelly house I feel bad (but the smell is ownly temporary).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6412081449108917378-3424193804192103993?l=sammieanddylan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammieanddylan.blogspot.com/feeds/3424193804192103993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6412081449108917378&amp;postID=3424193804192103993' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412081449108917378/posts/default/3424193804192103993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412081449108917378/posts/default/3424193804192103993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammieanddylan.blogspot.com/2011/07/our-legacy.html' title='Our legacy'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15854884678638215836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XKy8c5ysedM/S_wovA8L__I/AAAAAAAABFA/8nU63HJN_KI/S220/DSC00730.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412081449108917378.post-8985454169359461850</id><published>2011-07-06T08:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T08:28:13.875-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cocoa Beach'/><title type='text'>WE are back...</title><content type='html'>We had a great trip to Cocoa Beach and Orland for the fourth weekend. We stayed at my mom's house even though she is in the mountains for the summer; we missed her... As evidenced by the fact that the twins asked, "Where's baba", 3000 times. I will have to fill you in on the details later. Work is behind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6412081449108917378-8985454169359461850?l=sammieanddylan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammieanddylan.blogspot.com/feeds/8985454169359461850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6412081449108917378&amp;postID=8985454169359461850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412081449108917378/posts/default/8985454169359461850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412081449108917378/posts/default/8985454169359461850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammieanddylan.blogspot.com/2011/07/we-are-back.html' title='WE are back...'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15854884678638215836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XKy8c5ysedM/S_wovA8L__I/AAAAAAAABFA/8nU63HJN_KI/S220/DSC00730.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412081449108917378.post-7188759897493184479</id><published>2011-06-30T08:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-30T08:56:49.986-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cuteness'/><title type='text'>That was then this is now...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JXlxNz9DU9E/Tgycjsvx5PI/AAAAAAAABcY/WbknUYRyA4o/s1600/before%2Bnow"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624042171799823602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JXlxNz9DU9E/Tgycjsvx5PI/AAAAAAAABcY/WbknUYRyA4o/s320/before%2Bnow" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C0JmUyyTL-E/TgycN6-HF5I/AAAAAAAABcQ/fvewKVy4ZXA/s1600/Sami.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624041797660907410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C0JmUyyTL-E/TgycN6-HF5I/AAAAAAAABcQ/fvewKVy4ZXA/s320/Sami.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love that girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6412081449108917378-7188759897493184479?l=sammieanddylan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammieanddylan.blogspot.com/feeds/7188759897493184479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6412081449108917378&amp;postID=7188759897493184479' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412081449108917378/posts/default/7188759897493184479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412081449108917378/posts/default/7188759897493184479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammieanddylan.blogspot.com/2011/06/that-was-then-this-is-now.html' title='That was then this is now...'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15854884678638215836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XKy8c5ysedM/S_wovA8L__I/AAAAAAAABFA/8nU63HJN_KI/S220/DSC00730.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JXlxNz9DU9E/Tgycjsvx5PI/AAAAAAAABcY/WbknUYRyA4o/s72-c/before%2Bnow' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412081449108917378.post-3950511481220938613</id><published>2011-06-30T05:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-30T05:31:57.000-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daycare'/><title type='text'>The waterslide</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WoSESHi0K4g/TgxsesgSIzI/AAAAAAAABcI/ixQAChEzD4w/s1600/slide.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623989309277348658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WoSESHi0K4g/TgxsesgSIzI/AAAAAAAABcI/ixQAChEzD4w/s320/slide.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I FUBARed the last post with picture doubles so this has to go on it's own (it only let's me post four)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6412081449108917378-3950511481220938613?l=sammieanddylan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammieanddylan.blogspot.com/feeds/3950511481220938613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6412081449108917378&amp;postID=3950511481220938613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412081449108917378/posts/default/3950511481220938613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412081449108917378/posts/default/3950511481220938613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammieanddylan.blogspot.com/2011/06/waterslide.html' title='The waterslide'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15854884678638215836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XKy8c5ysedM/S_wovA8L__I/AAAAAAAABFA/8nU63HJN_KI/S220/DSC00730.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WoSESHi0K4g/TgxsesgSIzI/AAAAAAAABcI/ixQAChEzD4w/s72-c/slide.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412081449108917378.post-8812405106660385358</id><published>2011-06-30T05:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-30T05:29:41.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Water Day! and Elephants</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HBmIHJQ9k3Y/TgxsLn0X_DI/AAAAAAAABb4/Le_sXqVMozQ/s1600/Father%2527s%2Bday%2Bpic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623988981601926194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HBmIHJQ9k3Y/TgxsLn0X_DI/AAAAAAAABb4/Le_sXqVMozQ/s320/Father%2527s%2Bday%2Bpic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FZq4yN8ZLxI/TgxsANkmOwI/AAAAAAAABbw/GVcjG3TQpKw/s1600/Sami%2Bwater2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623988785577868034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FZq4yN8ZLxI/TgxsANkmOwI/AAAAAAAABbw/GVcjG3TQpKw/s320/Sami%2Bwater2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Aan8ExDx2V8/Tgxr_3EbL1I/AAAAAAAABbo/4t5s7Yg1UrA/s1600/Sami%2Bwater2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623988779537346386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Aan8ExDx2V8/Tgxr_3EbL1I/AAAAAAAABbo/4t5s7Yg1UrA/s320/Sami%2Bwater2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Wx10SLLXaDw/Tgxrzxh_SrI/AAAAAAAABbg/sUte387wqLs/s1600/d%2Bwater.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623988571892304562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Wx10SLLXaDw/Tgxrzxh_SrI/AAAAAAAABbg/sUte387wqLs/s320/d%2Bwater.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thursday is water at the daycare during the summer. S and D have moved up to 3 year old room (Ms Destiny) so now they get to enjoy the big blow up water slide, there are some pics of previous weeks before they moved playing with the little kids. Also, a pic of me enjoying father's day breakfast with the kids. I am an elephant what can I say? Last year Kevin said something like Only mom's can go to those things dads actually have to work. So this year i didn't even mention the breakfast to K to later find out that he actually would have made the time to go (confused?) me too!). There is always next year. It is true what THEY say about elephants never forget, and it could be that they are using their memories to exact revenge on people who make their lives a misery. Read all about it in in this article: &lt;a href="http://www.timesonline.co.uk/tol/news/world/article731367.ece"&gt;http://www.timesonline.co.uk/tol/news/world/article731367.ece&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6412081449108917378-8812405106660385358?l=sammieanddylan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammieanddylan.blogspot.com/feeds/8812405106660385358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6412081449108917378&amp;postID=8812405106660385358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412081449108917378/posts/default/8812405106660385358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412081449108917378/posts/default/8812405106660385358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammieanddylan.blogspot.com/2011/06/water-day-and-elephants.html' title='Water Day! and Elephants'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15854884678638215836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XKy8c5ysedM/S_wovA8L__I/AAAAAAAABFA/8nU63HJN_KI/S220/DSC00730.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HBmIHJQ9k3Y/TgxsLn0X_DI/AAAAAAAABb4/Le_sXqVMozQ/s72-c/Father%2527s%2Bday%2Bpic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412081449108917378.post-8250354786653515588</id><published>2011-06-29T08:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-29T08:49:49.199-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Highheels+Mommy do not mix</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GyIRi64x6YI/TgtHrKI25KI/AAAAAAAABbY/0JEcvnRwApc/s1600/mommyheels%255B1%255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623667366483649698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GyIRi64x6YI/TgtHrKI25KI/AAAAAAAABbY/0JEcvnRwApc/s320/mommyheels%255B1%255D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yes I realize I am not as cool as Gwen Stephanie nor can my children fit in a baby carrier any longer however....Yesterday I decided to wear my kitten heals to work. Yesterday like every day I ended up carrying one of my very large children into daycare. It's for me just as much as it's for them. I am clinging to the vestigages of their babyhood like a nonswimmer to a life raft. The problem is I am not used to heals and just a little squirm from sami was enough to set me off balance and pull my back out. It is only painful when I move certain ways. This morning while at my desk I rushed to get up out of my seat to see the kitten a colleague had brought in for some one (a homeless Entomologist that camps in the woods to be exact) and the shooting pain was so great I saw stars. That was pretty neat. So my advice is if you want to look cute and carry a child that is way too old to be carried anymore wear your wedges. Also, when I child is capable of putting on their own diaper from start to finish it's probably time to get rid of the diapers. Mine still wear them at night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6412081449108917378-8250354786653515588?l=sammieanddylan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammieanddylan.blogspot.com/feeds/8250354786653515588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6412081449108917378&amp;postID=8250354786653515588' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412081449108917378/posts/default/8250354786653515588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412081449108917378/posts/default/8250354786653515588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammieanddylan.blogspot.com/2011/06/highheelsmommy-do-not-mix.html' title='Highheels+Mommy do not mix'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15854884678638215836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XKy8c5ysedM/S_wovA8L__I/AAAAAAAABFA/8nU63HJN_KI/S220/DSC00730.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GyIRi64x6YI/TgtHrKI25KI/AAAAAAAABbY/0JEcvnRwApc/s72-c/mommyheels%255B1%255D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412081449108917378.post-5380528833853055504</id><published>2011-06-29T06:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-29T06:15:51.984-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='house'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily life'/><title type='text'>When it rains you get really wet...</title><content type='html'>My office at work is piled high with boxes. Yesterday a shipment of supplies arrived and many of the building secretaries were nice enough to bring the boxes to me. The man that has an office beside me is ESL (chinese) upon seeing the stack of boxes which had materialized in the past hour he said, "when it rains you get really wet". I think he ment the old adage "When it rains it pours", his version made me laugh a little more. His language is good for the most part so I didn't feel bad giggling at his expense. I think he translates English for Chinese people in business sometimes. Ah you know chinese people they are in general smart (some reverse racism for you but it is true). &lt;br /&gt;I only have about ten boxes packed (plus the 5 full of crap I put away for showing the house last year), I hope to get 3 done tonight. I have alot of the kitchen cleared out, some parts of closets etc. WE are going out of town Friday. I have a cold in July that my kids haven't had yet. Yes, really. More about all that later.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry Jen I make that mistake every year, for some reason in my mind you were born on the 24th not the 25th. Fingers crossed for next year :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6412081449108917378-5380528833853055504?l=sammieanddylan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammieanddylan.blogspot.com/feeds/5380528833853055504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6412081449108917378&amp;postID=5380528833853055504' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412081449108917378/posts/default/5380528833853055504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412081449108917378/posts/default/5380528833853055504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammieanddylan.blogspot.com/2011/06/when-it-rains-you-get-really-wet.html' title='When it rains you get really wet...'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15854884678638215836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XKy8c5ysedM/S_wovA8L__I/AAAAAAAABFA/8nU63HJN_KI/S220/DSC00730.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412081449108917378.post-3566614512757100931</id><published>2011-06-24T07:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-24T07:40:33.111-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='house'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily life'/><title type='text'>I am Crap</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy Birthday sis! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;I am crap. I didn't realize the date until I was filling out a bank slip a few minutes ago. I will mail your card today. But yeah I am a crap sister and a crap aunt, I may as well include daughter in law too because i didn' t mail my FIL a card on Father's day (theoretically kevin is a crap son ah hahah) . I mailed my nieces card and present to her house over a week late to later learn she was already in the mountains with my mom.&lt;br /&gt;I will post some pics later. I took the kids to the public pool and they love it! IT is cleaner then the YMCA surprisingly. They have a great water slide but little ones are not allowed to use it until they no longer need to use flotation devices. So just in limbo with the house purchase. I scored the motherlode of boxes from behind publix a couple of days ago, I hope to make a lot of head way in packing before next weekend when we plan to travel to Orlando and Cocoa Beach for the fourth holiday (the roads should be fun NOT!). Busy exciting times, I am so glad to be passed my PMS week (last week) the fatigue just about immobilized me from doing anything other then working and taking care of my children BUT now i am BACK with energy for another couple of weeks (god willing).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6412081449108917378-3566614512757100931?l=sammieanddylan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammieanddylan.blogspot.com/feeds/3566614512757100931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6412081449108917378&amp;postID=3566614512757100931' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412081449108917378/posts/default/3566614512757100931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412081449108917378/posts/default/3566614512757100931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammieanddylan.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-am-crap.html' title='I am Crap'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15854884678638215836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XKy8c5ysedM/S_wovA8L__I/AAAAAAAABFA/8nU63HJN_KI/S220/DSC00730.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412081449108917378.post-3618013897576455102</id><published>2011-06-21T06:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T06:23:21.280-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='multiples'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weekend'/><title type='text'>Photo mash up!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7I9zSR44DQw/TgCbF0QplfI/AAAAAAAABbQ/DD93ujDCGeU/s1600/DSC01548.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620662859188508146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7I9zSR44DQw/TgCbF0QplfI/AAAAAAAABbQ/DD93ujDCGeU/s320/DSC01548.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KaujoRfjdgs/TgCa8czsVtI/AAAAAAAABbI/9HCALz_hPWQ/s1600/DSC01539.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620662698274215634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KaujoRfjdgs/TgCa8czsVtI/AAAAAAAABbI/9HCALz_hPWQ/s320/DSC01539.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hS55fYH3mL8/TgCa1z8yaUI/AAAAAAAABbA/eUYjA4Bh-4w/s1600/DSC01559.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620662584227293506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hS55fYH3mL8/TgCa1z8yaUI/AAAAAAAABbA/eUYjA4Bh-4w/s320/DSC01559.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-x9IKV6BAGQw/TgCarAPZyfI/AAAAAAAABa4/zSmlTSdsP5o/s1600/DSC01566.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620662398548036082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-x9IKV6BAGQw/TgCarAPZyfI/AAAAAAAABa4/zSmlTSdsP5o/s320/DSC01566.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I still can't comment on blogger (even on my own page ahha) so to answer your question house hunting went great. We have an offer in on a short sale that suits everyone's needs. It might take a while though. Once we get a general idea of how long a while is we will decide to get a furnished corporate apt (if it is months) if will take weeks then a hotel. Without further ado my little monkies having fun on father's day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6412081449108917378-3618013897576455102?l=sammieanddylan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammieanddylan.blogspot.com/feeds/3618013897576455102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6412081449108917378&amp;postID=3618013897576455102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412081449108917378/posts/default/3618013897576455102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412081449108917378/posts/default/3618013897576455102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammieanddylan.blogspot.com/2011/06/photo-mash-up.html' title='Photo mash up!'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15854884678638215836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XKy8c5ysedM/S_wovA8L__I/AAAAAAAABFA/8nU63HJN_KI/S220/DSC00730.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7I9zSR44DQw/TgCbF0QplfI/AAAAAAAABbQ/DD93ujDCGeU/s72-c/DSC01548.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412081449108917378.post-8727198557058392969</id><published>2011-06-20T13:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-20T13:50:37.787-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='house'/><title type='text'>And AGAIN</title><content type='html'>Saturday morning the power went out at around 6 am. To top of that sunday with a cherry for some reason when the power lapsed it set off the smoke alarm so not only did we not have power from 6-11 am every one was Up up and awake early.&lt;br /&gt;I called the power company not wanting to chance them not knowing as it turns out this time the power outage was due to a vehicular accident that took out two power poles. It was a crap weekend. Glad to be back at work but i do miss my little angels. Do you think it's time to move?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6412081449108917378-8727198557058392969?l=sammieanddylan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammieanddylan.blogspot.com/feeds/8727198557058392969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6412081449108917378&amp;postID=8727198557058392969' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412081449108917378/posts/default/8727198557058392969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412081449108917378/posts/default/8727198557058392969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammieanddylan.blogspot.com/2011/06/and-then-power-when-out-at-6-am.html' title='And AGAIN'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15854884678638215836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XKy8c5ysedM/S_wovA8L__I/AAAAAAAABFA/8nU63HJN_KI/S220/DSC00730.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412081449108917378.post-2040675719916823539</id><published>2011-06-17T13:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-17T13:44:22.824-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='house'/><title type='text'>Oh joy we have no power again</title><content type='html'>At least today I smartened up and called Kevin before driving all the way out to BFE to have no power and he confirmed that his business (1.5 miles up the road ) has no power ;so it is likely our house has no power as well. I think I will take the kids to the mall for dinner, then they can let loose in the indoor playground. Just in case you forgot:country living sucks -ss!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6412081449108917378-2040675719916823539?l=sammieanddylan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammieanddylan.blogspot.com/feeds/2040675719916823539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6412081449108917378&amp;postID=2040675719916823539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412081449108917378/posts/default/2040675719916823539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412081449108917378/posts/default/2040675719916823539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammieanddylan.blogspot.com/2011/06/oh-joy-we-have-no-power-again.html' title='Oh joy we have no power again'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15854884678638215836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XKy8c5ysedM/S_wovA8L__I/AAAAAAAABFA/8nU63HJN_KI/S220/DSC00730.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412081449108917378.post-5203960437478501685</id><published>2011-06-17T05:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-17T05:52:13.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No compromise</title><content type='html'>We found the perfect house. It turns out these people just had crap pictures. The pool is most of the yard but there is enough yard off to the side of it. They did have a fourth room they just didn't mention it. The house isn't crap they just didn't take pictures. The rooms are the right size with family and living room. We decided the great room might not work out as well when the kids are older and want space. It is pretty upgraded. We didn't really get a look at the bathrooms the people were home which is weird and kevin was so excited to put an offer in (me too). Seriously people i can roll out of bed into the daycare parking lot!! Publix is 1 mile away. The location is perfect, perfect, perfect. It's a shortsale the one that is 165,000$. I think maybe a divorce. The dad was there with two kids and it didn' t smell like a woman's house anymore. You know what i mean? It smelt like cooking meat not freshly wash laundry. We will need to yank the carpets right away but that's it. We tried to put an offer in last night but the computers at Bosshardt were down so the realtor should get it to us this morning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6412081449108917378-5203960437478501685?l=sammieanddylan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammieanddylan.blogspot.com/feeds/5203960437478501685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6412081449108917378&amp;postID=5203960437478501685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412081449108917378/posts/default/5203960437478501685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412081449108917378/posts/default/5203960437478501685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammieanddylan.blogspot.com/2011/06/no-compromise.html' title='No compromise'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15854884678638215836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XKy8c5ysedM/S_wovA8L__I/AAAAAAAABFA/8nU63HJN_KI/S220/DSC00730.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412081449108917378.post-1773097157200745449</id><published>2011-06-16T07:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T08:38:23.673-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='house'/><title type='text'>appraisal and compromising</title><content type='html'>SO buyers are having their appraisal today yes! We paid money towards their closing to compensate for problems with the home. SO it's win win. We are looking for a house for ourselves to buy. The problem is our budget. We need about 250,000 to obtain the house we really want but alas our budget is at 180,000$. I am not complaining it's just what it is and it could be a lot less. Kevin really wants the newer look and upgrades. Who doesn't want these things right? The problem is that for our budget in the location we would like we can get a small house with a small yard. So I am not sure what is going to give. The location, the upgrades, or the house size but something has to. We had an offer in for a cute little 4 bedroom in a pool community after they countered Kevin said he wanted to look at another house instead of countering back. I had my heart set on it. After a brief albeit mature temper tantrum I took his ideas into consideration and quit stamping my foot and saying, "But i want what I want". The home &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt; small and the pool community costs 75$ a month. We are looking at the other home in the another development we both like tonight. IT's a 3/2 so here we are giving up bedroom space. I really wanted a 4 bedroom BUT something has to give like I said. This place has a pool in the backyard, in fact the pool is the entire back yard! I think it is a little weird but i can live with it the location is perfect and I can see us riding scooters and bikes and stuff up front. If the house is upgraded (there is only on picture on the internet) then i can see us considering it it is selling for 165,000$ which is really great and as Cindy Lauper once said, "Money changes everything". I bet that song is stuck in your head now ha! So we shall see. I will let you know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6412081449108917378-1773097157200745449?l=sammieanddylan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammieanddylan.blogspot.com/feeds/1773097157200745449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6412081449108917378&amp;postID=1773097157200745449' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412081449108917378/posts/default/1773097157200745449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412081449108917378/posts/default/1773097157200745449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammieanddylan.blogspot.com/2011/06/appraisal.html' title='appraisal and compromising'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15854884678638215836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XKy8c5ysedM/S_wovA8L__I/AAAAAAAABFA/8nU63HJN_KI/S220/DSC00730.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412081449108917378.post-928102412733559138</id><published>2011-06-14T06:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-14T06:40:47.329-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='house'/><title type='text'>Rain rain go away!</title><content type='html'>Every one around here is practically dancing for rain but me. Yes, we are in a drought. Yes, there are forest fires. Yes, plants are wilting and everything is dusty. I will take these conditions any day over the alternative: late afternoon thunderstorms (which we had yesterday). Late afternoon thunderstorms for a lot of people mean snuggling up in bed after work and listening to the rain patter away on the roof. Aw sounds dreamy and relaxing right? Well what it means in my life and in my current living conditions is:&lt;br /&gt;1. Traffic jam dealt with on the way home due to some person who doesn't understand that water + oil on the road=slippery so you must drive more slowly and leave more distant between yourself and the car ahead of you. &lt;br /&gt;2. Hauling each child out of daycare separately under an umbrella. If i am lucky and lightening is cracking down those children are screaming (ahem Dylan).&lt;br /&gt;3. Arriving home to haul each child separately from car underneath aforementioned umbrella, possibly screaming. Remember our blessed country home has no garage.&lt;br /&gt;4. No pool time&lt;br /&gt;5. No power=no water, no air conditioning, no dinners "of course you can have a popsicle for dinner it's your only choice"., no dora, no light and no baths. &lt;br /&gt;6. It's a real party when it rains let me tell you. Nothing makes me grumpier than a hot humid house. Well actually having to show my house makes me the grumpiest of all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rain, rain, go away!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6412081449108917378-928102412733559138?l=sammieanddylan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammieanddylan.blogspot.com/feeds/928102412733559138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6412081449108917378&amp;postID=928102412733559138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412081449108917378/posts/default/928102412733559138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412081449108917378/posts/default/928102412733559138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammieanddylan.blogspot.com/2011/06/rain-rain-go-away.html' title='Rain rain go away!'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15854884678638215836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XKy8c5ysedM/S_wovA8L__I/AAAAAAAABFA/8nU63HJN_KI/S220/DSC00730.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412081449108917378.post-1492110001616484490</id><published>2011-06-09T12:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-09T13:01:48.696-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='house'/><title type='text'>One step further</title><content type='html'>Kevin informed me they are scheduling their survey woo hoo! When we bought the place there was a blip with the survey because our neighbor's fence was on our property or something like that.I don't know if that will come up again. I will not feel like it's done until the check is the bank but we are moving forward. I get to start packing soon. I need to buy mouse poison so they don't have to move into a shitty house (literally people). The wife is a country girl so she must be used to finding mouse shit in her utensil drawers and everywhere else those disgusting vermon choose to go BUT I can not knowingly hand over a shit filled mouse infested house. It is my karmic duty to at least clean the place from top to bottom and make sure they know what paint colors go where in case they don't want to repaint new colors themselves. Like I said in the last post they are crunchy so who knows they probably like all the browns. The proposed closing date is July 18th. We have our vacation at the beach scheduled for July 23rd. YEEEEEEIKES!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6412081449108917378-1492110001616484490?l=sammieanddylan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammieanddylan.blogspot.com/feeds/1492110001616484490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6412081449108917378&amp;postID=1492110001616484490' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412081449108917378/posts/default/1492110001616484490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412081449108917378/posts/default/1492110001616484490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammieanddylan.blogspot.com/2011/06/one-step-further.html' title='One step further'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15854884678638215836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XKy8c5ysedM/S_wovA8L__I/AAAAAAAABFA/8nU63HJN_KI/S220/DSC00730.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412081449108917378.post-8067053033790058365</id><published>2011-06-09T05:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-09T05:44:48.232-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='house'/><title type='text'>Cautiously optimistic</title><content type='html'>I was scared to go in my house yesterday when I arrive because there were four cars in the driveway. After a pep talk from a friend at work she said, "It's your house get in there!". I walked in to find the inspector who I knew from years ago when KEvin and I were on the fritz and I was looking at house to buy for myself. I said, "I know you". He said, "you do look familiar. " You have daughters right? You inspected a house for me in SW Gainesville years ago and said if I were your daughter you would tell her to not buy this house." Anyway so that broke the ice. Their realtor was there also real nice unlike the realty nazi that the first couple interested had. The potentioal buyer a stay at home mom was there with her 3 year old who was enjoying S and D's toys. So the inspector said our roof looks great; he even asked if we had replace it. He told their realtor there was nothing of any consequence. The realtor who works for the same company as ours and knows our history told me, "I think it looks good." He was finished in an hour and fifiteen minutes compared to the first TEAM (meaning 3 people) of inspectors that the first people had who took 4-5 h rs to complete their nauseating inspection report. The potential buyers even like our mobile home better than the last mobile they had an offer in on. They seem like granola types. The husband is an engineer with hair down to his butt. He still has to look at the written inspection report he wasn' t there yesterday. So like any person who has been burned i am nervous, but I am also hopeful like the mouse that keeps shocking himself in hopes of getting the reward (sigh). At least we haven't been surfing the home listings since the first night we got the contract.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6412081449108917378-8067053033790058365?l=sammieanddylan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammieanddylan.blogspot.com/feeds/8067053033790058365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6412081449108917378&amp;postID=8067053033790058365' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412081449108917378/posts/default/8067053033790058365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412081449108917378/posts/default/8067053033790058365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammieanddylan.blogspot.com/2011/06/cautiously-optimistic.html' title='Cautiously optimistic'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15854884678638215836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XKy8c5ysedM/S_wovA8L__I/AAAAAAAABFA/8nU63HJN_KI/S220/DSC00730.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412081449108917378.post-975270687535105029</id><published>2011-06-07T07:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-07T11:50:31.153-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='house'/><title type='text'>What is with comment problem with blogger? &amp; inspection</title><content type='html'>I am still reading everyone's blogs I haven't been able to comment. If anyone knows the trick let me in on it. Beth you have to remember my standards (or those looking to buy our home) aren't very high at the moment we live in trailer :). Anyhoo I think our house inspection is tomorrow. I am going to be there. I will not sign another cancelled contract until negotiations have been verbalized. I talked to my realtor about it yesterday. She said,"Well we'll just wait and see what happens". Like that approach has served us well in the past, I don't think so.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6412081449108917378-975270687535105029?l=sammieanddylan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammieanddylan.blogspot.com/feeds/975270687535105029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6412081449108917378&amp;postID=975270687535105029' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412081449108917378/posts/default/975270687535105029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412081449108917378/posts/default/975270687535105029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammieanddylan.blogspot.com/2011/06/what-is-with-comment-problem-with.html' title='What is with comment problem with blogger? &amp; inspection'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15854884678638215836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XKy8c5ysedM/S_wovA8L__I/AAAAAAAABFA/8nU63HJN_KI/S220/DSC00730.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412081449108917378.post-5618148193286763387</id><published>2011-06-03T06:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-03T06:57:24.793-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='house'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weekend'/><title type='text'>It's back</title><content type='html'>Itchy sometimes sore throat, water eyes and runny nose...Oh how I hate you bahia grass. Anyway, on to the weekend. We are going to our friend's house saturday afternoon to check out their new above ground pool and party. BTW their twins are really good the only time one of them cried was as they were packing up to leave 45 minutes past bedtime. They were happy to be held or simply sit underneath the umbrella on top of the table where we were sitting. Plus they (at 6 months) had no problem with me a stranger (to them) holding them. Samantha would have been a basket case. As many of you may remember she would break down if a stranger simply invaded her space! I would hear from other mothers that should we cry when they walked into the infant room at the daycare; and the ups man forget about it total breakdown. Now a days I make sure she knows who will be coming over and when to avoid the water works (sensitive little beauty). I can't say I blame her I don't like surprises either. Other then that no big plans. Maybe I will clean out my closet of the things I haven't worn since we moved into the house 8 years ago, less trash to take care of when we move. No movement on the house selling. Although they have the box checked on the contract that they will inspect the home the sale is actually only contingent on home insurance and the appraisal. Another good point is they have obtained a conventional loan or they would have to have the inspection contingency I guess. I know it will appraise for 100,000$ I just pray there aren't any hang ups with insurance. Another funny detail on the contract was that they want the curtains and valances (who knew i had such great taste!). I have admit the new valance in the kitchen is pretty awesome. Have a great weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6412081449108917378-5618148193286763387?l=sammieanddylan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammieanddylan.blogspot.com/feeds/5618148193286763387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6412081449108917378&amp;postID=5618148193286763387' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412081449108917378/posts/default/5618148193286763387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412081449108917378/posts/default/5618148193286763387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammieanddylan.blogspot.com/2011/06/its-back.html' title='It&apos;s back'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15854884678638215836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XKy8c5ysedM/S_wovA8L__I/AAAAAAAABFA/8nU63HJN_KI/S220/DSC00730.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412081449108917378.post-1649275078647578677</id><published>2011-06-01T10:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-01T10:05:21.542-07:00</updated><title type='text'>South  paw</title><content type='html'>My girl is a lefty. A source that I read a few minutes ago on the internet said often times one twin of a set will be a lefty. My brother inlaw is a fraternal twin and he is a lefty too. Maybe there is something to that theory. Which hand is dominant for your twins?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6412081449108917378-1649275078647578677?l=sammieanddylan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammieanddylan.blogspot.com/feeds/1649275078647578677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6412081449108917378&amp;postID=1649275078647578677' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412081449108917378/posts/default/1649275078647578677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412081449108917378/posts/default/1649275078647578677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammieanddylan.blogspot.com/2011/06/south-paw.html' title='South  paw'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15854884678638215836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XKy8c5ysedM/S_wovA8L__I/AAAAAAAABFA/8nU63HJN_KI/S220/DSC00730.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412081449108917378.post-6623730947973393015</id><published>2011-05-31T06:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-31T06:22:57.970-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weekend'/><title type='text'>weekend rewind</title><content type='html'>Saturday we went to the suawannee where kevin's friend has a cabin. We met up with some folks there and cruised to a sand bar a ways down the river. A bunch of others had tied up their boats and were enjoying themselves already when we arrived. Sami and Dylan had so much fun swimming with their life jackets on in the shallow water. MIL was a great help in watching them and worked on them floating on their backs like they teach in the infant survival classes. We had an early dinner picnic and just as I was thinking it sure would be a good time to leave on an up note we heard lightening and everyone scrambled to pack up their things and get OUT of the water. It turns out our realtor had called while we were out and we are under contract for our house sale again. We received another offer Sunday, but it was not as good. As you all know though it is the inspection period we have problems getting past so we shall see.&lt;br /&gt;Sunday we had our friends and inlaws over for cookout. We demolished plenty of food and margaritas. I hurt my neck pretty bad dragging the kids around the above ground playing motorboat. The problem was I was feeling no pain then (after margaritas) but sure am feeling it now! Yesterday I took the kids to the gym and then for a marathon session at the mall play center, then off to nap, then off to the grocery store. Kevin and made the decision after much wild animal behavior on our kid's part that the disobedience must end now. MIL told him that we only have until 5 years before the bad behavior is really stuck so time out it is. They spent some time in time outs last night because they wouldn't pick up their toys. When they still wouldn't pick up their toys they lost the privilege of watching dora before bed. So for now that is the strategy : time outs and lost privleges. After hearing they would also lose dora tonight they picked up their toys...THE END.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6412081449108917378-6623730947973393015?l=sammieanddylan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammieanddylan.blogspot.com/feeds/6623730947973393015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6412081449108917378&amp;postID=6623730947973393015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412081449108917378/posts/default/6623730947973393015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412081449108917378/posts/default/6623730947973393015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammieanddylan.blogspot.com/2011/05/weekend-rewind.html' title='weekend rewind'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15854884678638215836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XKy8c5ysedM/S_wovA8L__I/AAAAAAAABFA/8nU63HJN_KI/S220/DSC00730.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412081449108917378.post-3870103263646736764</id><published>2011-05-27T11:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-27T12:09:18.911-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weekend'/><title type='text'>Long Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-noMvongJGjc/Td_0rXbs31I/AAAAAAAABas/WXFTtkO5s3Y/s1600/DSC01526.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611472686588682066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-noMvongJGjc/Td_0rXbs31I/AAAAAAAABas/WXFTtkO5s3Y/s320/DSC01526.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-G9V-Uu38fIc/Td_0ktuNAcI/AAAAAAAABak/vpFyf8wzEA0/s1600/DSC01521.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611472572312781250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-G9V-Uu38fIc/Td_0ktuNAcI/AAAAAAAABak/vpFyf8wzEA0/s320/DSC01521.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jpNTbOlu5Ts/Td_0dD8wsJI/AAAAAAAABac/0fFAKA5GWRw/s1600/DSC01528.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611472440840466578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jpNTbOlu5Ts/Td_0dD8wsJI/AAAAAAAABac/0fFAKA5GWRw/s320/DSC01528.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qW0GbvpXnmQ/Td_0UMtvtQI/AAAAAAAABaU/0Ldpv8Q0ty8/s1600/DSC01517.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611472288574584066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qW0GbvpXnmQ/Td_0UMtvtQI/AAAAAAAABaU/0Ldpv8Q0ty8/s320/DSC01517.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend is a three dayer..yay! I plan on going to my yoga class tonight. Saturday we are going to go on a boat ride and swimming at the Suwannee River. Kevin has a friend that lives on on the river that is throwing a party so we will stop there as well. My inlaws are in town so they will join us for the fun. Last weekend for the swimming part of the excursion I dragged sami lifeguard style from the boat to the beach where she could enjoy walking around in the shallow water. Kevin helped Dylan. I suspect Dylan will be swimming on his own soon though. He is working really hard in the evenings with Kevin and I even saw him swim about 6 inches all by himself last night. I am sure once D has gained competence the jealousy will spur on Samantha. Sunday we will have the inlaws and some friends over for a cookout. Our friends with twin boy infants and a three year old that is good friends with our twins. Surprisingly their mom finds mothering the twins easier then their first boy. I guess experience is everything as they say. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6412081449108917378-3870103263646736764?l=sammieanddylan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammieanddylan.blogspot.com/feeds/3870103263646736764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6412081449108917378&amp;postID=3870103263646736764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412081449108917378/posts/default/3870103263646736764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412081449108917378/posts/default/3870103263646736764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammieanddylan.blogspot.com/2011/05/long-weekend.html' title='Long Weekend'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15854884678638215836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XKy8c5ysedM/S_wovA8L__I/AAAAAAAABFA/8nU63HJN_KI/S220/DSC00730.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-noMvongJGjc/Td_0rXbs31I/AAAAAAAABas/WXFTtkO5s3Y/s72-c/DSC01526.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412081449108917378.post-3327174191917785610</id><published>2011-05-26T07:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-26T07:45:06.501-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Easter'/><title type='text'>REwind</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NymJ7FB2ZUI/Td5nWwAfraI/AAAAAAAABaM/VrBg1T_W3q4/s1600/DSC01465.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611035826291977634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NymJ7FB2ZUI/Td5nWwAfraI/AAAAAAAABaM/VrBg1T_W3q4/s320/DSC01465.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sPjigoY5-2Q/Td5nQa9gvlI/AAAAAAAABaE/2g_ECfrAlNI/s1600/DSC01470.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611035717563104850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sPjigoY5-2Q/Td5nQa9gvlI/AAAAAAAABaE/2g_ECfrAlNI/s320/DSC01470.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am able to upload some pics now so I will share some from easter now. I won't revisit that post but as you can see our sad little bunnies had no easter bounty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6412081449108917378-3327174191917785610?l=sammieanddylan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammieanddylan.blogspot.com/feeds/3327174191917785610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6412081449108917378&amp;postID=3327174191917785610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412081449108917378/posts/default/3327174191917785610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412081449108917378/posts/default/3327174191917785610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammieanddylan.blogspot.com/2011/05/rewind.html' title='REwind'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15854884678638215836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XKy8c5ysedM/S_wovA8L__I/AAAAAAAABFA/8nU63HJN_KI/S220/DSC00730.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NymJ7FB2ZUI/Td5nWwAfraI/AAAAAAAABaM/VrBg1T_W3q4/s72-c/DSC01465.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412081449108917378.post-8329251212491623765</id><published>2011-05-25T07:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-25T07:47:16.093-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='house'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily life'/><title type='text'>Proof positive</title><content type='html'>Our realtor finally got hold of the last inspection report and Kevin said it looked no major problems: roof, septic, and well okay! So if wasn't for the damned apron being pushed out from who knows what (i mean we&lt;em&gt; never&lt;/em&gt; had a flood or anything) we would be moving out., but it was and we aren't. I told Kevin maybe it was the roving pack of mice and roaches that woke me this morning that moved the apron ha ha ha. Seriously, my alarm clock died and i woke to something in my hair and the sound of paper rustling. If that 's not a reason to avoid staying with us I don't know what is! Okay I am off of cofffee again after an all day migraine headache yesterday that resisted treatment with numerous NSAIDS, muscle relaxors, and decongestants. It all starts with a knife feeling in my right eye and progresses to vice constricing around my forehead; it keeps threatening to begin as I type this email so maybe there is a component of too much time at the computer related muscle tension (it has been hurting my jaw too which is referred pain from my upper traps)as well. This coworker of mine that works in the other part of the building commented on how I had not been smiling enough lately (or whatever lame bullshit commentary men feel the need to barf on me) I felt like taking a hammer and smashing it over his eye and saying, "There you feel like smiling now? I didn't think so! Oh and while your at it why don't you mind your own damned business." That is what i felt like saying what I said was, " ha ha ha (forced laughter) that's just the way my face is sorry." The problem is I tend to ignore people that are meaningless to me and it is even more pronounced when I have a splitting migraine or I have just been told that &lt;em&gt;once again&lt;/em&gt; our house is too shitty for us to even &lt;em&gt;give it away&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6412081449108917378-8329251212491623765?l=sammieanddylan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammieanddylan.blogspot.com/feeds/8329251212491623765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6412081449108917378&amp;postID=8329251212491623765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412081449108917378/posts/default/8329251212491623765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412081449108917378/posts/default/8329251212491623765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammieanddylan.blogspot.com/2011/05/proof-positive.html' title='Proof positive'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15854884678638215836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XKy8c5ysedM/S_wovA8L__I/AAAAAAAABFA/8nU63HJN_KI/S220/DSC00730.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412081449108917378.post-3092069153127265600</id><published>2011-05-23T08:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-23T08:30:13.433-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weekend'/><title type='text'>It was fun</title><content type='html'>Saturday afternoon we made a treck to Lake Santa Fe. The twins were dying to try out their fishing poles, the only problem was that fish bite in the really early morning or right before dark neither time is very convenient for our family time. We went for cruise and anchored at the local park where there is public beach. We socialized with some interesting folks and sat in the shallow pee water for a while. It was fun. Since S and D don't swim yet they left their life jackets on. There is something to be said for fresh water, no stickiness to battle after a swim, although the knowledge of all the peeing (there was a lot of small children) going on in the fresh water is a little disturbing. I succeeded through my no yelling challenge however I did have to swat S while driving in the car yesterday. She decided that while I was a captive in the drivers seat that it was a good idea to scream the days of the week song AS LOUD AS SHE COULD over and over and over again. Thanks to her and her little cohort (dylan) I had quite the headache. So it seems that there will continue to be yelling in our house but the yelling will not be done by me. I think Kevin felt bad about critisizing me for raising my voice after he was blessed with some disobedience by the two. I guess up until this weekend they have been listening to him, not so much anymore. So the rapture what's up with that? Nothing happening here yet...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6412081449108917378-3092069153127265600?l=sammieanddylan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammieanddylan.blogspot.com/feeds/3092069153127265600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6412081449108917378&amp;postID=3092069153127265600' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412081449108917378/posts/default/3092069153127265600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412081449108917378/posts/default/3092069153127265600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammieanddylan.blogspot.com/2011/05/it-was-fun.html' title='It was fun'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15854884678638215836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XKy8c5ysedM/S_wovA8L__I/AAAAAAAABFA/8nU63HJN_KI/S220/DSC00730.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412081449108917378.post-3201127141296538464</id><published>2011-05-18T09:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T09:20:09.888-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Contract cancelled</title><content type='html'>Are we disappointed? yes, disappointment is an understatement because once again despite our better judgement we already had our next place picked out. I know there is a bigger plan that is our destiny that in hindsight we will look back and say, "So &lt;em&gt;that's&lt;/em&gt; why that kept happening to us." So we move on knowing that if this is our biggest problem in life we can count ourselves as very lucky.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6412081449108917378-3201127141296538464?l=sammieanddylan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammieanddylan.blogspot.com/feeds/3201127141296538464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6412081449108917378&amp;postID=3201127141296538464' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412081449108917378/posts/default/3201127141296538464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412081449108917378/posts/default/3201127141296538464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammieanddylan.blogspot.com/2011/05/contract-cancelled.html' title='Contract cancelled'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15854884678638215836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XKy8c5ysedM/S_wovA8L__I/AAAAAAAABFA/8nU63HJN_KI/S220/DSC00730.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412081449108917378.post-7556128264816992278</id><published>2011-05-18T06:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T06:23:39.892-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='discipline'/><title type='text'>The stepford mom-day2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zm__MxUaMC0/TdPHpz9NmXI/AAAAAAAABZ8/T7SCLRr34RA/s1600/step.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608045482141915506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zm__MxUaMC0/TdPHpz9NmXI/AAAAAAAABZ8/T7SCLRr34RA/s320/step.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I made it through another night and i have to admit everyone's behavior is the same without all my yelling so I should make it a 40 day challenge which turns into a habit. I do feel kind of like I am an actress in a movie playing a role that no matter what I remain composed and smiley, as if asking Dylan 5 times to "Please sit down and eat your dinner, please sit down and eat your dinner, Dylan please sit down", was not the least bit irritating. I was thrilled when even after a timeout he insisted on having the applesauce that was in a sealed container instead of what I scooped from a larger one. I wasn't going to yell about it so this turned into a 20 minute full blown tantrum with him writhing on the floor. IT wasn't bothering me at all as I sat with Sami six inches away watching Dora. At least I wasn't the one having a tantrum though right? Sami was behaving similarily when we were driving home from school (what this was about I don't remember) so Dylan ended up yelling at her to be quiet instead. So all in all we are progressing to where I don't know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6412081449108917378-7556128264816992278?l=sammieanddylan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammieanddylan.blogspot.com/feeds/7556128264816992278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6412081449108917378&amp;postID=7556128264816992278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412081449108917378/posts/default/7556128264816992278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412081449108917378/posts/default/7556128264816992278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammieanddylan.blogspot.com/2011/05/stepford-mom-day2.html' title='The stepford mom-day2'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15854884678638215836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XKy8c5ysedM/S_wovA8L__I/AAAAAAAABFA/8nU63HJN_KI/S220/DSC00730.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zm__MxUaMC0/TdPHpz9NmXI/AAAAAAAABZ8/T7SCLRr34RA/s72-c/step.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412081449108917378.post-4137320323458514575</id><published>2011-05-17T05:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T05:24:56.667-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='discipline'/><title type='text'>Day 1</title><content type='html'>I didn't yell at all yesterday and it wasn't that difficult. I also didn't try to get anything accomplished that would divert my attention from the little lovelies either so maybe that is the ticket: to never clean, or talk to kevin, talk on the phone, or laundry, or cook dinner, and let them eat Birthday cake before their dinner.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6412081449108917378-4137320323458514575?l=sammieanddylan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammieanddylan.blogspot.com/feeds/4137320323458514575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6412081449108917378&amp;postID=4137320323458514575' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412081449108917378/posts/default/4137320323458514575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412081449108917378/posts/default/4137320323458514575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammieanddylan.blogspot.com/2011/05/day-1.html' title='Day 1'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15854884678638215836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XKy8c5ysedM/S_wovA8L__I/AAAAAAAABFA/8nU63HJN_KI/S220/DSC00730.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412081449108917378.post-7034183950372738927</id><published>2011-05-16T08:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T09:00:49.307-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another roller coaster ride</title><content type='html'>I have been keeping a secret from you guys but with good reason apparently. Our house is under contract for sale. Yippee! you might say. Today is the last day of inspection period and I just go an email that the buyers were asking about the flood history of the property, perhaps their inspector saw something to indicate such a thing under the house it's hard to say when you are dealing with a mediator (their realtor). So i was almost in tears about the prospect of going through all this again to have it fall through. Then i got a hold of myself because it is just a house sale after all my kids and loved ones are all fine. I will let you know what happens. We are in clinging to a shred of hope here AND we aren't making much money of the deal if tells you how ready we are to leave.&lt;br /&gt;I am putting myself on a 7 day challenge to not yell at my kids. The problem is they don't listen so I yell. They don't listen because i have trained them that i have to be at the end of my rope mad before any consequences are realized. Well it was pointed out to me that they are getting a rise out of it all (by kevin). So no more asking one two three or four times for obedience, they get one shot then it's time out. I will let you know how it goes.&lt;br /&gt;TO add to the beauty that is today it's my birthday. I treated myself to eyebrow threading. It's an indian technique to use for hair removal instead of waxing. I love, love, love it! At cost on 11$ it is way accurate and a must for us gals without a bounty of hair up there the korean ladies have been doing them straight across I prefer an arch. I brought a cake in to share at work (that is the tradition here bring your own stuff).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please feel free to comment with your parenting advice!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6412081449108917378-7034183950372738927?l=sammieanddylan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammieanddylan.blogspot.com/feeds/7034183950372738927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6412081449108917378&amp;postID=7034183950372738927' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412081449108917378/posts/default/7034183950372738927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412081449108917378/posts/default/7034183950372738927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammieanddylan.blogspot.com/2011/05/another-roller-coaster-ride.html' title='Another roller coaster ride'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15854884678638215836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XKy8c5ysedM/S_wovA8L__I/AAAAAAAABFA/8nU63HJN_KI/S220/DSC00730.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412081449108917378.post-2528973975527853168</id><published>2011-05-12T08:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T13:22:09.832-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting Room</title><content type='html'>This morning I left work to bring my Piolet into the dealership for it's 15,000 mile checkup. Upon hearing that I was a "waiter," the service guy pointed me towards the lounge and said, "It won't take longer than 2 hours." I don't mind waiting if I have the time and if I am by myself. They always provide decent coffee, krispy creme doughnuts and the all important air conditioned seating. I brought a book but just like everyone else sitting there (the seats are in U shaped against the wall so everyone is facing everyone else) I looked up from my reading whenever a newcomer joined the crowd. It was then that I noticed that 5 out the five women were sitting next to each other while all 5 of the men waiters were on the other side of the U. It was then that a women in her twenties walked in helped herself to a doughnut and surveyed the seats. There was one seat open amongst the men and one seat next to me open amongst the women but somebodies stuff was there reserving it. Twice she started towards the seat next to me surverying it's contents (turquoise book bag, photocopied journal article, and green highlighter) before relenting and deciding that yes the seat was taken an no it wasn't my stuff taking up the entire seat next to mine. So instead of sitting sanwiched amongst the men she took her doughnut outside into the early morning florida humidity. Next, an older lady walked in trailing one of those bags on wheels and carrying her pappillon dog in tote bag. She sidles up the women a couple of seats down from me and asks her to move her things from the seat so she can sit there. There was the most undesirable seat theoretically in the waiting room as it was 6 inches from the 60 inch wide screen tv blaring out fox news. Better there she must have decided then sandwiched in between all those men. Also, five out of five women were reading something. One out of the five men were. Isn't human behavior and energy dynamics so interesting? I always sit on a particular side in that room, however I too would avoid the man sandwich. Is it because it is more likely that they will smell offensive? Perhaps, it could be we don't want to talk and men are more likely to try to chat us up? Is it because they are typically larger and therefore more likely to intrude into your personal space just by sitting there. Maybe women in general are more prepared (ie bring reading material for the long wait) because they are their familie's caretakers? Or could it be that they are used to multitasking? and these are the things I think about in my free time, and no I am not a lesbian ha ha ha...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6412081449108917378-2528973975527853168?l=sammieanddylan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammieanddylan.blogspot.com/feeds/2528973975527853168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6412081449108917378&amp;postID=2528973975527853168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412081449108917378/posts/default/2528973975527853168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412081449108917378/posts/default/2528973975527853168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammieanddylan.blogspot.com/2011/05/waiting-room.html' title='Waiting Room'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15854884678638215836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XKy8c5ysedM/S_wovA8L__I/AAAAAAAABFA/8nU63HJN_KI/S220/DSC00730.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412081449108917378.post-4582369681183770575</id><published>2011-05-10T13:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-10T13:19:40.302-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>Disturbed</title><content type='html'>A woman I work with has grand twins that are also 3 years old so we often times exchange tidbits of news about our kids in the hallway. Well today she told me about her cousin who had twins also (she lives in NY) anyway one of them is dead because when the husband was babysitting he decided to grill outside and leave his two 7 month olds inside unattended with access to a plastic bag. The baby was cold by the time he found him. I bet he was some where else. How can you not hear your babies screaming even through the wall of a house? I wonder if they will get a divorce? That is what playpens are for to contain roaming children in a safe place.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6412081449108917378-4582369681183770575?l=sammieanddylan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammieanddylan.blogspot.com/feeds/4582369681183770575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6412081449108917378&amp;postID=4582369681183770575' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412081449108917378/posts/default/4582369681183770575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412081449108917378/posts/default/4582369681183770575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammieanddylan.blogspot.com/2011/05/disturbed.html' title='Disturbed'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15854884678638215836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XKy8c5ysedM/S_wovA8L__I/AAAAAAAABFA/8nU63HJN_KI/S220/DSC00730.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412081449108917378.post-8055551492910577655</id><published>2011-05-06T05:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-06T05:17:31.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A horse is horse of course of course</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7WwOfMZuoYU/TcPmKJhwpsI/AAAAAAAABZ0/grrRCh7RamE/s1600/0505111942a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603575423409628866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7WwOfMZuoYU/TcPmKJhwpsI/AAAAAAAABZ0/grrRCh7RamE/s320/0505111942a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Zi_ck9V_V9U/TcPmEQ_1uVI/AAAAAAAABZs/uDpkFHN2afE/s1600/0505111942.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603575322335623506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Zi_ck9V_V9U/TcPmEQ_1uVI/AAAAAAAABZs/uDpkFHN2afE/s320/0505111942.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kevin flagged down some people riding horses on our road last night and asked if the kids could pet them. WEll as you can see they not only pet them they got a ride. Kevin told him about how we have driven around at times to find horses for them to see. He said his horses (he lives up the road about a half mile) were available to ride and or pet any time. The horses need to be ridden after all. Also, he offered the use of his blow up water slide anytime. Hopefully we will borrow it this weekend. We are having my nephews and inlaws in town on mother's day. The kids will have a blast on that thing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6412081449108917378-8055551492910577655?l=sammieanddylan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammieanddylan.blogspot.com/feeds/8055551492910577655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6412081449108917378&amp;postID=8055551492910577655' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412081449108917378/posts/default/8055551492910577655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412081449108917378/posts/default/8055551492910577655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammieanddylan.blogspot.com/2011/05/horse-is-horse-of-course-of-course.html' title='A horse is horse of course of course'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15854884678638215836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XKy8c5ysedM/S_wovA8L__I/AAAAAAAABFA/8nU63HJN_KI/S220/DSC00730.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7WwOfMZuoYU/TcPmKJhwpsI/AAAAAAAABZ0/grrRCh7RamE/s72-c/0505111942a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412081449108917378.post-8676321755190793744</id><published>2011-05-05T13:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-05T13:22:21.884-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The lights are on but nobodies home</title><content type='html'>I went to the gyn for a yearly this afternoon and learned I am iron deficient. I relayed the information to another woman that works here (the fe deficient part) and she remarked "WEll you know that is pretty common for women." I replied, "Why because we bleed everyone month?" which was more of a statement than a question, I can figure that out on my own thank u very much. So that is when a male coworker said, "Well Jodi you never have had a filter". Btw the way he said way cruder things in my presence but I digress. I said, "Well at least I'm not boring!" to that he replied, "That you are not". You know the type of person I am talking about. No matter how many times you try to start an interesting conversation some people just have nothing to offer back and you want to shake them and say, "HELLO, hello is there anyone in there!" I ran into one such person at the wedding we were at last weekend. Having said this I know i am &lt;em&gt;not exciting&lt;/em&gt; either with my bedtime of no later then 10 and I am a wall flower at parties but at least I ( i hope) can carry on conversation and banter..That's all I have to say about that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6412081449108917378-8676321755190793744?l=sammieanddylan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammieanddylan.blogspot.com/feeds/8676321755190793744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6412081449108917378&amp;postID=8676321755190793744' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412081449108917378/posts/default/8676321755190793744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412081449108917378/posts/default/8676321755190793744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammieanddylan.blogspot.com/2011/05/lights-are-on-but-nobodies-home.html' title='The lights are on but nobodies home'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15854884678638215836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XKy8c5ysedM/S_wovA8L__I/AAAAAAAABFA/8nU63HJN_KI/S220/DSC00730.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412081449108917378.post-3686320821803625158</id><published>2011-05-04T05:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T05:17:44.707-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daycare'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily life'/><title type='text'>1000</title><content type='html'>IS the number of calories in the chocolate chip muffin I just ate, I don't even want to think about the fat in that gigantor thing. At times like this bulimia seems appealing. THe crumpled muffin skin sits on the plate with all of the uneatened fruit to keep it company. I am the cow, I'm the cow, I'm the cow...This morning was the mother's day breakfast at sami and Dylan's school. This year I didn't stay long but I will post the picture Ms JAckie took of us as soon as they post the pictures on the center's website. I was able to fit in a Vinyasa flow yoga class (well one hour of it anyway those suckers are 90 minutes!) at the women's center after have a cavity filled yesterday afternoon. I think I eat to much chocolate. I better go brush my teeth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6412081449108917378-3686320821803625158?l=sammieanddylan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammieanddylan.blogspot.com/feeds/3686320821803625158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6412081449108917378&amp;postID=3686320821803625158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412081449108917378/posts/default/3686320821803625158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412081449108917378/posts/default/3686320821803625158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammieanddylan.blogspot.com/2011/05/1000.html' title='1000'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15854884678638215836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XKy8c5ysedM/S_wovA8L__I/AAAAAAAABFA/8nU63HJN_KI/S220/DSC00730.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412081449108917378.post-366096288810917131</id><published>2011-05-02T06:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-02T06:12:36.722-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weekend'/><title type='text'>Wedding and Zumba</title><content type='html'>I did a Zumba class yesterday at the gym it was really fun. Zumba is a fairly recent dance/aerobics class craze which involves a lot of hip rotating and shaking and latin dance music. The class I went to also played a lot of indian dance music (bollywood?!) which I like more than the the latin stuff. I can pretend i am a gorgeous Indian woman wearing a Sari and bindi with great dance moves the classes are so crowed; instead of what I actually AM a white girl wearing yoga pants that needs to loosen up her hips and learn the salsa and other dance steps routinely performed. &lt;br /&gt;The wedding was nice. I drank my first Cosmo and learned that vegan food and me do NOT mix. My friend the bride eats vegan or is a vegan i am not sure how the label is applied correctly. The problem is that they must use a lot of beans to subsitute for the meat, eggs and dairy not in the food. Beans, people in a crowed room need I say more. We stayed out until 10 that night a record since the twins were born and we were &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; the first people to leave we were the &lt;em&gt;second&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6412081449108917378-366096288810917131?l=sammieanddylan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammieanddylan.blogspot.com/feeds/366096288810917131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6412081449108917378&amp;postID=366096288810917131' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412081449108917378/posts/default/366096288810917131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412081449108917378/posts/default/366096288810917131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammieanddylan.blogspot.com/2011/05/wedding-and-zumba.html' title='Wedding and Zumba'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15854884678638215836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XKy8c5ysedM/S_wovA8L__I/AAAAAAAABFA/8nU63HJN_KI/S220/DSC00730.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412081449108917378.post-8557534152927684276</id><published>2011-04-28T05:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T05:54:42.434-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer school weekend'/><title type='text'>86</title><content type='html'>That's how hot it is in the moring here and what I ended up with in my class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are having an open house on Mother's day. The realtor caravan feedback we received was the master bedroom smells like dog (BYe, bye Major), the front steps are hideous (that is my adjective not theirs), trim the dead fronds off the palm trees. Kevin is buying a new set of stairs for the front MUCH NEEDED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my friends from highschool is getting married this weekend, surprisingly few of my friends are married with children it's weird to think I have been married albeit inconsistently for 9 years already. I am a little jealous she has all the first to look forward to: wedding, house, babies and all I have because everything is done is death, and school. Poor me (eye roll). I did nor forget about my two wonder children just exaggerating &lt;em&gt;again.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I booked our little condo for week in St Augustine. We (kevin and I ) are a bit scared to spend so much time together (7 days) we haven't done that since our honeymoon. He is also nervous to leave his baby (the nursery) but at least he is only 2 hours away so if any major malfunction happens he can jump in the car and head on over. Here is the link to the place if anyone wants to join us we can make room for a night or two: &lt;a href="http://www.bpmstaug.com/condos/oceanandracquet/or_5116.htm"&gt;http://www.bpmstaug.com/condos/oceanandracquet/or_5116.htm&lt;/a&gt; it's not the original place I booked which did not have two bedrooms . This place also has a fishing pond and bbque area which is good for entertaining. I think we will take them to the alligator farm and maybe the fo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6412081449108917378-8557534152927684276?l=sammieanddylan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammieanddylan.blogspot.com/feeds/8557534152927684276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6412081449108917378&amp;postID=8557534152927684276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412081449108917378/posts/default/8557534152927684276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412081449108917378/posts/default/8557534152927684276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammieanddylan.blogspot.com/2011/04/86.html' title='86'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15854884678638215836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XKy8c5ysedM/S_wovA8L__I/AAAAAAAABFA/8nU63HJN_KI/S220/DSC00730.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412081449108917378.post-4282707300809924987</id><published>2011-04-27T06:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T08:33:55.828-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Easter'/><title type='text'>I had a dream..</title><content type='html'>Last night I had a dream that the chronic stress from working/ school/ et al. was giving me cancer and I would &lt;em&gt;have &lt;/em&gt;to quit. I am a slacker even in my dreams ha ha. I feel so much more energy today woo hoo! My final was easier than expected monday. I don't know a part of me wishes they would really screw me hear at work so I can go back to school full time OR promote me and pay what i am worth with full bennies. Inching along for the next 5 years is going to kill me, do you hear me universe it will Ffing BE THE END OF ME! Now that 's out of the way on to more positive. The kids raked it in at their school easter egg hunt tons of eggs and candy a whole basket full which is a good thing because the easter egg hunt at the methodist church sucked ass. I will tell you what I was NOT feeling all christy sharing coming off of all those bible beaters. They let all the kids loose and nobody shared nobody cared about the little ones the kids 10 and older got all the eggs leaving none for the little ones it made me want to BARF seeing the parents of those kids and the kids go through their 50 eggs while the little kids wandered around with NOTHING in their baskets. Did you know I hate church? It is not hard to figure out why. People think that they are good just because they sit on their butts in church for an hour every week but lets not forget the fact that your greedy selves trampled my kids on your way to devouring 100 eggs all for YOURSELVES. Haven't you all missed the point of christianity!?!!! Okay I think I should not say anymore I know I probably will have no readers left accept you mom oh well it is what it is and CHRIST IS RISEN MY ASS! Momma bear/psycho is leaving work now to buy her kids new shoes with their easter money from my mom so there!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6412081449108917378-4282707300809924987?l=sammieanddylan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammieanddylan.blogspot.com/feeds/4282707300809924987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6412081449108917378&amp;postID=4282707300809924987' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412081449108917378/posts/default/4282707300809924987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412081449108917378/posts/default/4282707300809924987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammieanddylan.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-had-dream.html' title='I had a dream..'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15854884678638215836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XKy8c5ysedM/S_wovA8L__I/AAAAAAAABFA/8nU63HJN_KI/S220/DSC00730.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412081449108917378.post-8312731015910784460</id><published>2011-04-22T07:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T07:33:04.546-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='swimming lessons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily life'/><title type='text'>No problem</title><content type='html'>Testing us on 725 pages of molecular biology including two chapters of new material when we have only 4 days (in which the teacher assigned another lab report due today) to study is no problem REALLY. I will just squeeze it in between easter egg hunts, church, wiping bottoms and oh yeah that thing that pays my bills called &lt;em&gt;my job. &lt;/em&gt;I must vent here no one in the 3D world has any sympathy for my study woes. After 2 hours spent on aforementioned lab report I seriously considered throwing in the towel wondering if i could pass with a C if I really bombed the final. I have been fighting a headache and cold all week which hasn't helped matters...... I am really excited about tomorrows fun fest egg hunt with the kids. I stocked up on their Easter goodies today.&lt;br /&gt;On swimming lessons-Dylan is doing fab! Sami started moaning and crying as soon as we pulled in to the center for lessons. My head was throbbing away and I decided who really gives a shit if she swims &lt;em&gt;ever&lt;/em&gt;, she certainly doesn't seem to care so why should I? The learnee has to want to swim or no progress is made. The only stroke Sami has perfected over the past 3 weeks I call "The Dead Body", you can do it to it goes like this: Lie on your stomach while someone supports your body from underneath, make sure you have a grimace on your face, and absolutely NO muscle tension throughoutyour entire body, legs limp, arms limp, and whine. She was beginning to get antsy however as Kevin and I lavished praise on Dylan's swimming efforts. So maybe jealousy will get her back in the pool who knows. Dylan graduated to assisted back floating he is really trying hard I am so happy for him. Have a great weekend. I have only 16.5 chapters and a new chapter on Immunology to learn by Monday eezy peezy..NOT&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6412081449108917378-8312731015910784460?l=sammieanddylan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammieanddylan.blogspot.com/feeds/8312731015910784460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6412081449108917378&amp;postID=8312731015910784460' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412081449108917378/posts/default/8312731015910784460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412081449108917378/posts/default/8312731015910784460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammieanddylan.blogspot.com/2011/04/no-problem.html' title='No problem'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15854884678638215836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XKy8c5ysedM/S_wovA8L__I/AAAAAAAABFA/8nU63HJN_KI/S220/DSC00730.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412081449108917378.post-3453937700533031331</id><published>2011-04-20T05:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-20T05:14:18.641-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily life'/><title type='text'>The exaggerater</title><content type='html'>You guys know I exaggerate right? I am not really at ALL like mommy dearest who in fact tried to strangle the little girl with the wire hangers (see comment for previous post). I have off the wall scenarios that run through my head and I share them with you! My little girl cries if I look at her sternly WAY TOO sensitive for meany mommy. Anyhoo, last day of class today, final next wednesday, paper due tomorrow. I can't wait until the kids do their easter egg hunt this weekend they are going to have a blast!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6412081449108917378-3453937700533031331?l=sammieanddylan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammieanddylan.blogspot.com/feeds/3453937700533031331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6412081449108917378&amp;postID=3453937700533031331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412081449108917378/posts/default/3453937700533031331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412081449108917378/posts/default/3453937700533031331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammieanddylan.blogspot.com/2011/04/exaggerater.html' title='The exaggerater'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15854884678638215836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XKy8c5ysedM/S_wovA8L__I/AAAAAAAABFA/8nU63HJN_KI/S220/DSC00730.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412081449108917378.post-7667556211503217718</id><published>2011-04-15T06:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T06:38:50.110-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily life'/><title type='text'>Mommy Dearest</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UWbPmmyT87w/Ta2QYNj0fcI/AAAAAAAABZk/XiOYvoJvTg0/s1600/momm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597288657522556354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 98px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 94px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UWbPmmyT87w/Ta2QYNj0fcI/AAAAAAAABZk/XiOYvoJvTg0/s320/momm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you guys remember that movie "Mommy Dearest"? I used to watch it with my big sister all the time, each and every time I watched it I scarred by the mother who was played by Joan Crawford I believe. She was a horrible woman who beat her child with wire hangers and forced her to sit at the table for hours on end until she ate bloody raw meat. She was a psycho always yelling, &lt;em&gt;always &lt;/em&gt;and just plain did not allow her kids to be kids&lt;em&gt;. &lt;/em&gt;I&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;will&lt;em&gt; fore&lt;/em&gt;ever remember the scene where she screams "No WIRE HANGERS EVER! While beating the blond headed little girl with aforementioned wire hangers. I mean who really cares what kind of hangers a person uses? Anyway tuesday and thursdays are long days for everyone now that we have swimming lessons. I try to lessen the craziness by providing a wholesome snack in the car before we arrive and I dress them in their jammies immediately after they are finished with the lessons. The Y bathrooms/showers are pretty gross and washing their hair out their proved to be a tramatic experience i.e crying, moaning, and whimpers ensued. So yesterday I told Sami we would wash her hair out at home instead. I tried coaching her through the process of bending her head over the tub so I could shampoo while she still had her clothes on. This didn't really work out as planned and the crying and squealing "WET I AM GETTING WET". This is when I had my Joan Crawford moment, "I will NOT let you leave chlorine in your beautiful hair EVER, do you want straw hair like mine, do YOU !" I exclaimed while brusquely taking off her jamies and shoes and setting her in the tub. Poor girl &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; didn't want her clothes off but what can I say I am obsessed with her healthy hair it makes me cringe to think of all those chemicals drying out her hair. I am going to buy her a rain poncho and wash it out on the deck next week. We will see how that goes. I am trying out a new yoga class tonight I am excited about that. Happy weekend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6412081449108917378-7667556211503217718?l=sammieanddylan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammieanddylan.blogspot.com/feeds/7667556211503217718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6412081449108917378&amp;postID=7667556211503217718' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412081449108917378/posts/default/7667556211503217718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412081449108917378/posts/default/7667556211503217718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammieanddylan.blogspot.com/2011/04/mommy-dearest.html' title='Mommy Dearest'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15854884678638215836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XKy8c5ysedM/S_wovA8L__I/AAAAAAAABFA/8nU63HJN_KI/S220/DSC00730.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UWbPmmyT87w/Ta2QYNj0fcI/AAAAAAAABZk/XiOYvoJvTg0/s72-c/momm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412081449108917378.post-8603742665425244581</id><published>2011-04-13T06:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T06:35:06.744-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='house'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='religion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily life'/><title type='text'>A new leaf</title><content type='html'>It seems like Sami and D have turned over a new leaf at &lt;strong&gt;swimming lessons&lt;/strong&gt;. I saw kicking, smiles, splashing, and soaked blond pony tails bobbing in the spring sun. How I love to watch them enjoy themselves. I intended to get shots with my camera to share with you (wordless wednesday a picture speaks a thousand words) BUT my camera battery is dead and now I can't find my charger. If I have to buy a new charger I will in order to capture next Tuesday's lessons. Fear not pictures are on there way. Two more weeks of &lt;strong&gt;school&lt;/strong&gt;. My &lt;strong&gt;realtor&lt;/strong&gt; had a realtor open house yesterday and will have a real open house where they post the pictures in the Sunday paper the next opening they have. I told Kevin it is likely this open house will fall on the weekend before my final and the lawn mower will be broken (which it is about half the summer it seems). Now that I think of it the Sunday before my final is &lt;strong&gt;Easter&lt;/strong&gt; so I am going to request to NOT have the open house that day. I am pretty people don't do much on Easter. My MIL was shocked that the University scheduled a final the day after easter. I am pretty sure that only Christian colleges give two craps about easter...No bah hum bug here though I am taking the kids to a Methodist church (outside the church anyway) for an Easter &lt;strong&gt;egg hung&lt;/strong&gt; the Saturday before Easter. We also went to Universalist church's &lt;strong&gt;psychic fair&lt;/strong&gt; last weekend. I got a reading by Sonia Violet Flame (read her blog if you like): &lt;a href="http://www.keen.com/CommunityServer/UserBlogPosts/Violett_Flame/Archangels-and-Ascended-Masters/124425.aspx"&gt;http://www.keen.com/CommunityServer/UserBlogPosts/Violett_Flame/Archangels-and-Ascended-Masters/124425.aspx&lt;/a&gt; I will not share with you her predictions for me because well YIKES is all I have to say. Guess what wolves are my animal spirit guide (no surprise there) and no I didn't ask her she just offered this. I think my Dad' s was a black panther I had a dream the night that he died that a black panther was walking through his room remember? What animal are you most attracted too? Likely it is your animal guide. Sonia told me a lot of people have bears, tigers, hawks, eagles that type of thing. Some of you probably think I am nuts BUT is sitting in a church on Sunday and asking for guidance and expecting to know spirituality only through a minister any different? To each his own I mean that really. Thanks for reading. Have a great day! Jodi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6412081449108917378-8603742665425244581?l=sammieanddylan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammieanddylan.blogspot.com/feeds/8603742665425244581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6412081449108917378&amp;postID=8603742665425244581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412081449108917378/posts/default/8603742665425244581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412081449108917378/posts/default/8603742665425244581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammieanddylan.blogspot.com/2011/04/new-leaf.html' title='A new leaf'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15854884678638215836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XKy8c5ysedM/S_wovA8L__I/AAAAAAAABFA/8nU63HJN_KI/S220/DSC00730.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
