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<?xml-stylesheet href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/rss2full.xsl" type="text/xsl" media="screen"?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css" type="text/css" media="screen"?><rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25081871</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Sat, 22 Nov 2008 04:47:10 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>A Womb at the Inn (sane)</title><description /><link>http://www.wombattheinnsane.com/</link><managingEditor>kadirprescott@hotmail.com (Kadi)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>952</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/SevenSeeds" type="application/rss+xml" /><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25081871.post-8405250584514676028</guid><pubDate>Fri, 21 Nov 2008 15:23:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-21T07:31:06.944-08:00</atom:updated><title>Only A Blogger</title><description>I have been busier than a one legged man in a butt kicking contest, making arrangements to get an ultrasound and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;MediCal&lt;/span&gt; for the girl I am mentoring. We have an appointment today at 10am at &lt;a href="http://www.alternateavenues.org/"&gt;Alternate Avenues &lt;/a&gt;to get the ball rolling. They will talk to A about having an adoption plan, refer her to a doctor where we live, let her see the baby through ultrasound and many other things. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we have to come back home and lay out our six month plan. As I was creating the skeleton of our six month plan, my husband walked over to the table to help me brainstorm. When he saw my list of To Dos, he cracked up laughing. "What?" I couldn't understand what I had written that would be of comical value. "Only you!" he answered in hysterics. "Only me what?" I was getting impatient. "Only&lt;em&gt; you&lt;/em&gt; would make 'create the blog' part of your to do list for having a baby!" Surely that can't be true...right?&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any obsessed blogger would incorporate the use of a blog into every single aspect of her life, right? I'm not the only one, right? &lt;em&gt;RIGHT&lt;/em&gt;? (insert chirping cricket sounds here.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r208/jennisajoy/BLOG%20DESIGN/Kadisignaturecopy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.familymattersuniversity.com&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;www.twitter.com, www.stumbleupon.com, www.digg.com&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/SevenSeeds/~3/460876015/only-blogger.html</link><author>kadirprescott@hotmail.com (Kadi)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">11</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.wombattheinnsane.com/2008/11/only-blogger.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25081871.post-8535058705633229292</guid><pubDate>Thu, 20 Nov 2008 20:13:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-20T12:34:19.050-08:00</atom:updated><title>Making A Mommy</title><description>Sometimes when doors get closed in our lives, we feel disappointment or a sense of failure. I have struggled with these feelings lately. I recently realized that some of the things I had chosen to take on, were not working out the way I had hoped. It was a harsh reality, but now I understand why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fear not...The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Innsane&lt;/span&gt; is not one of those things. I will still be blogging and doing The Classy Closet. They are my passions and I feel like I am utilizing my gifts in these areas, while still being able to keep my kids the #1 priority that they should be. I had to cut out some other business things and it was not easy. Like I said, though, I can see why it had to happen. I got a call last night that will change my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The call was from a girl who I know. She is young....and pregnant. She has no boyfriend/husband/partner to speak of. The father of the baby is suddenly MIA. Her parents do not care enough to get involved. She is already four months along and in no way prepared to have a baby. She asked for my help. My bleeding heart &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;leaped&lt;/span&gt; with joy as I realized that God was handing me a situation that I am well equipped to handle. Of course, I offered to help in every way possible. She seemed relieved. My husband said that she definitely came to the right person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From now until May, I will be mentoring this girl and making a mommy out of a teenager (well....technically, the baby will be doing that, but I will prepare her for that transition.) I will also act as her labor coach. We are getting her set up with Medical, scheduling an ultrasound and making lists of what needs to be done before May. In the midst of all of this, I felt mind mind spark. I had an idea of how to use this situation to reach out and possible help others. I am now creating a blog that chronicles the journey to making a mommy out of this girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be reporting our progress, our lessons and milestones before and after her birthing day. We will share our thoughts on the journey, our fears and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;everything&lt;/span&gt; else that happens. I am hoping to find sponsors for the blog. I intend to have a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;bloggy&lt;/span&gt; baby shower for her...although I'm not sure exactly how. I am really hoping that the blog will be something that other girls can read and derive some hope from. Maybe it will inspire other moms to mentor a girl who may be need of some mommy lessons. Heck...I am grateful that I had so many sister in laws to help me. Otherwise I would have been a clueless basket case!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm off to get the ball rolling now. So much to do. We're having a baby!! I will post the link to the blog when it is ready. Have a wonderful day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r208/jennisajoy/BLOG%20DESIGN/Kadisignaturecopy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.familymattersuniversity.com&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;www.twitter.com, www.stumbleupon.com, www.digg.com&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/SevenSeeds/~3/459993356/making-mommy.html</link><author>kadirprescott@hotmail.com (Kadi)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">25</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.wombattheinnsane.com/2008/11/making-mommy.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25081871.post-3957746387030742367</guid><pubDate>Thu, 20 Nov 2008 03:16:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-19T19:29:06.483-08:00</atom:updated><title>Shitballs: 10th Birthday Edition</title><description>I have exactly one month until my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;daughter&lt;/span&gt; turns 10 years old. Marlie was promised a special birthday celebration for all of the hard work and devotion she has given to our family. I am fully aware that Marlie was depended on like an adult, at times. She has helped care for her younger siblings, out of the goodness of her heart. As a thank you for being such a wonderful daughter, Daniel and I had a special night planned for her and some friends...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until tonight, when I saw the message on the Libby Lu site, apologizing for the stores impending closure. All locations will be selling out of their inventory and preparing to close their doors. Why should it matter so much? It was the one place that Marlie has been begging to go to, ever since it opened. Sure, we could do &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;girly&lt;/span&gt; makeovers at home, but it just will not be the same. I know that she was holding back tears as I explained that we needed to find a new venue. She is a very understanding girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I am in a panic, trying to plan out a somewhat as fabulous as a Libby Lu party and praying that I figure out something in the next few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r208/jennisajoy/BLOG%20DESIGN/Kadisignaturecopy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.familymattersuniversity.com&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;www.twitter.com, www.stumbleupon.com, www.digg.com&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/SevenSeeds/~3/459129420/shitballs-10th-birthday-edition.html</link><author>kadirprescott@hotmail.com (Kadi)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">13</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.wombattheinnsane.com/2008/11/shitballs-10th-birthday-edition.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25081871.post-4594999433689540689</guid><pubDate>Wed, 19 Nov 2008 22:49:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-19T15:22:59.026-08:00</atom:updated><title>Thoughts Inspired By My Camera Phone</title><description>I have found an upside to having a stomach bug. I can blog all day long from my couch! I can also do things that I normally neglect, like clean out my camera phone. Here are some of my favorite pics that I had forgotten about:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This discreet little plastic surgeon's office is located in an Asian neighborhood near my grandma's house.  The Asian culture is very straightfoward...too much so sometimes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QcY158q7dKQ/SSSaGeMuPbI/AAAAAAAACTM/wXZjd2XIe4k/s1600-h/implants.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270506899906641330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QcY158q7dKQ/SSSaGeMuPbI/AAAAAAAACTM/wXZjd2XIe4k/s400/implants.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basic rule of childhood: When trying to frame a sibling by writing his name at the scene of the crime, never choose the sibling who cannot yet write.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QcY158q7dKQ/SSSaFMVe-KI/AAAAAAAACS8/tzyMCD9-8WU/s1600-h/tubwriting.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270506877931681954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QcY158q7dKQ/SSSaFMVe-KI/AAAAAAAACS8/tzyMCD9-8WU/s400/tubwriting.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question of the day: Do people see this and order anyway? We peeled out of this fast food restaurant drive thru after reading this on the window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QcY158q7dKQ/SSSaE0QsbnI/AAAAAAAACS0/gyz_HXsNuRs/s1600-h/carlsjr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270506871469141618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QcY158q7dKQ/SSSaE0QsbnI/AAAAAAAACS0/gyz_HXsNuRs/s400/carlsjr.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh...and my last thought for the day:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I applied for a Target&lt;em&gt; checkcard&lt;/em&gt; and all I got was this lousy credit card!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270506896743883186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QcY158q7dKQ/SSSaGSaqYbI/AAAAAAAACTE/yqlqd8hWzWU/s400/targetcard.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Damn you Target, with your cornucopia of wonderful deals and 21.99% &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;APR!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r208/jennisajoy/BLOG%20DESIGN/Kadisignaturecopy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.familymattersuniversity.com&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;www.twitter.com, www.stumbleupon.com, www.digg.com&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/SevenSeeds/~3/458953611/thoughts-inspired-by-my-camera-phone.html</link><author>kadirprescott@hotmail.com (Kadi)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QcY158q7dKQ/SSSaGeMuPbI/AAAAAAAACTM/wXZjd2XIe4k/s72-c/implants.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.wombattheinnsane.com/2008/11/thoughts-inspired-by-my-camera-phone.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25081871.post-6009766583941409805</guid><pubDate>Wed, 19 Nov 2008 20:20:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-19T12:28:16.823-08:00</atom:updated><title>You Are Invited:</title><description>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QcY158q7dKQ/SSR1S5D0giI/AAAAAAAACSs/qjYMRDuCTyY/s1600-h/HauteCowgirl_copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270466431345263138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 297px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QcY158q7dKQ/SSR1S5D0giI/AAAAAAAACSs/qjYMRDuCTyY/s400/HauteCowgirl_copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's a shindig you won't wanna miss! My girl, &lt;a href="http://www.cowgirlchiconline.com/"&gt;Danielle&lt;/a&gt;, is opening her new site, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;HauteCowgirl&lt;/span&gt; and we couldn't be more excited for her! Please join us on November 24&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; @ 7pm (EST) for a site warming party on Twitter. Since Mr.&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Linkey&lt;/span&gt; is down, please leave your Twitter name in the comments section to be included! You can also follow me on Twitter to keep updated on the event! &lt;a href="http://www.twitter.com/kadiprescott"&gt;http://www.twitter.com/kadiprescott&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The party will be tons of fun so don't forget to be there with your spurs on! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;YEEEEEHAWWW&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r208/jennisajoy/BLOG%20DESIGN/Kadisignaturecopy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.familymattersuniversity.com&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;www.twitter.com, www.stumbleupon.com, www.digg.com&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/SevenSeeds/~3/458783885/you-are-invited.html</link><author>kadirprescott@hotmail.com (Kadi)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QcY158q7dKQ/SSR1S5D0giI/AAAAAAAACSs/qjYMRDuCTyY/s72-c/HauteCowgirl_copy.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.wombattheinnsane.com/2008/11/you-are-invited.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25081871.post-1254342591305965870</guid><pubDate>Wed, 19 Nov 2008 19:54:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-19T12:07:50.305-08:00</atom:updated><title>DENIED (ummmm...there are some really bad words in this post)</title><description>If you don't want to hear ugly profanity....avert your eyes from the post. I'm about to let loose. No....I'm serious. Shit is about to hit the fan (see? profanity.)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are the employees of pharmacies, the most incompetent fucks ever? How hard is it to call a customer and say, "Hi Mrs. Prescott. I'm sorry but your refill request for Prozac has been denied. You need to make an appointment with your doctor." Twenty fucking seconds....tops. If the shit for brains over at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Walgreens&lt;/span&gt; had enough sense to get through schooling to become a pharmacy tech, you would think that they would know not to deprive a medication dependent psychopath of her Prozac, for fear of death or worse!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am now out of Prozac and all the pharmacist had to offer was an insincere, "Sorry, we must have forgotten to call you." Sorry? SORRY???? Yes, and I'm sorry that I forgot to sharpen my dagger before I came down here and gouged your eyeballs out with it! I'm also sorry that I'm allowing my children to run amok in your department, tearing open bottles of pills and using syringes to hold you hostage while I scour your shelves for some Prozac. See? Sorry doesn't fucking cut it when you depend on something to keep you from losing your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;goddam&lt;/span&gt; mind! What was that? You want me to stop choking you so you can breathe? Oh. I'm sorry, but your &lt;em&gt;request for air has been denied! &lt;br/&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am slightly upset right now and it isn't going to get any better when today's dose of Prozac wears off. Oh yeah...did I forget to mention that this fury is not even fueled by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;withdrawls&lt;/span&gt;? &lt;em&gt;Sorry. I must have forgotten to mention that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r208/jennisajoy/BLOG%20DESIGN/Kadisignaturecopy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.familymattersuniversity.com&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;www.twitter.com, www.stumbleupon.com, www.digg.com&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/SevenSeeds/~3/458770029/denied-ummmmthere-are-some-really-bad.html</link><author>kadirprescott@hotmail.com (Kadi)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">13</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.wombattheinnsane.com/2008/11/denied-ummmmthere-are-some-really-bad.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25081871.post-675371434490519586</guid><pubDate>Wed, 19 Nov 2008 17:48:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-19T10:04:35.056-08:00</atom:updated><title>This just in...</title><description>My husband bought me a birthday present. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No....you don't understand. &lt;em&gt;MY HUSBAND BOUGHT ME A BIRTHDAY PRESENT!!!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next to Obama capturing the presidency, that is the biggest news I've heard in months. No...years. Do you know how long it has been since my husband bought me a birthday present? Now, before you bad mouth him, let me say that he is a wonderful man.  He is thoughtful in so many ways. He cooks, he cleans, he sends me outside to have a &lt;s&gt;beer&lt;/s&gt; breath of fresh air when he gets home from work. How many husbands do you know send their wives out to get a moment of solitude? He is just not a present giver. I cannot hold it against him, just because I have a passion for buying and giving gifts. We are just different that way. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But he actually bought me a gift this year! I feel so bad too, since his 30&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; birthday party was called off on account of my going into labor. (Babies can have some really shitty timing!) So I do not feel that I &lt;em&gt;deserve&lt;/em&gt; a 30&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; b-day gift. He does so much for me. He tries to send flowers when we have the money (and picks them for me when we don't.) He always gives me his poker winnings to do something for myself. A birthday gift pretty much pales in comparison to the love he gifts me with every day.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay....I'm done gushing. On to my real reason for posting: WHAT THE HELL IS IT??!! What &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;kind&lt;/span&gt; of present did he get me? I would usually venture to guess something practical, like new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Teflon&lt;/span&gt; pans or underwear. HOWEVER...he told me this morning that Christmas will have to be meager because of the present he bought me. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;WTF&lt;/span&gt;?? What on earth could he have purchased that would warrant a Charlie Brown &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt; tree and Dollar tree gifts? I will spend the next three days searching for clues. I will not rest until I find out!! I am offering a cash reward for any information you can give me, pertaining to my gift. (And by cash, I mean a dollar. Hey...we have to be meager, remember?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r208/jennisajoy/BLOG%20DESIGN/Kadisignaturecopy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.familymattersuniversity.com&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;www.twitter.com, www.stumbleupon.com, www.digg.com&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/SevenSeeds/~3/458647224/this-just-in_19.html</link><author>kadirprescott@hotmail.com (Kadi)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">10</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.wombattheinnsane.com/2008/11/this-just-in_19.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25081871.post-6796758895152667942</guid><pubDate>Wed, 19 Nov 2008 15:23:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-19T07:34:03.247-08:00</atom:updated><title>Flu or Fluke?</title><description>Apparently the numerous trips I had to make to my bathroom yesterday, were not the result of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Sonic's&lt;/span&gt; chili cheese fries and large Dr.Pepper, as I suspected. No...it is much worse than a case of unsanitary food preparation. Yes, I'm talking about (insert foreboding music here) &lt;em&gt;THE STOMACH FLU. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I am feeling bad that I forced Daniel to go back to class yesterday when he complained of a stomach ache. I &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; feel bad that when he threw up at school and had to come home, I didn't believe him. But the worst thing is, I grounded him when he came home and acted fine. (I take faking the flu very seriously.) Unfortunately, I don't think he was faking. He was up all night throwing up and doing the other thing that he would hate me for mentioning to the general public. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I owe Daniel Jr an apology and a day of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;recuperation&lt;/span&gt;. If he was faking yesterday....then he sure is reaping what he sowed! Trenton is also in the room with a stomach ache. His, I believe, is an attempt at getting out of school. But after yesterday, I cannot be sure. I'm erring on the side of caution, but if I don't see any purging of regurgitated fluids today, he is in serious trouble!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r208/jennisajoy/BLOG%20DESIGN/Kadisignaturecopy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.familymattersuniversity.com&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;www.twitter.com, www.stumbleupon.com, www.digg.com&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/SevenSeeds/~3/458517943/flu-or-fluke.html</link><author>kadirprescott@hotmail.com (Kadi)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">5</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.wombattheinnsane.com/2008/11/flu-or-fluke.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25081871.post-7836466558108096432</guid><pubDate>Wed, 19 Nov 2008 01:45:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-18T18:04:47.834-08:00</atom:updated><title>Use It For All It's Worth</title><description>What do you use to get your way with spouse/partner/stranger you met last night at a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;skanky&lt;/span&gt; bar and is now laying nude next to you in bed? Do you guilt the apple of your eye into doing what you want? Do you cry or you use the power of seductive persuasion (P.S.P)? &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, it is the P.S.P. all the way! Is it wrong? Maybe. Does it work? Hell yes! When trying to convince your dearly beloved that you really need those leather thigh high boots, that you did not mean to total the car or that your blogging really is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;therapeutic&lt;/span&gt; and not an excise to avoid laundry...the best way to do so is by using P.S.P.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For instance:&lt;br /&gt;Me: Honey, I really need to go to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;BlogHer&lt;/span&gt; this year.&lt;br /&gt;D: No.&lt;br /&gt;Me: It will be a great learning experience (snicker, snicker)&lt;br /&gt;D: No. We don't have the money.&lt;br /&gt;Me: It will help me monetize my blogs and make more money. You always told me that in order to make money, you have to spend money.&lt;br /&gt;D: All you have done this year is spend money. When comes the part that you start earning?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Right after &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;BlogHer&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;D: No.&lt;br /&gt;Me: What if I get a sponsor and try to save up.&lt;br /&gt;D: Then we can use your saved money to pay doctor bills.&lt;br /&gt;Me: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Puhleeeeeeeeease&lt;/span&gt; honey! This is the biggest networking opportunity for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;bloggers&lt;/span&gt; available.&lt;br /&gt;D: Yes....for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;bloggers&lt;/span&gt; who have the money.&lt;br /&gt;Me: What can I do to persuade you?&lt;br /&gt;D: Pay off the credit cards and then save up the money to go.&lt;br /&gt;Me: What if I pay off one credit card?&lt;br /&gt;D: No&lt;br /&gt;Me: Get sponsors for the whole trip?&lt;br /&gt;D: No. You will still find a way to spend way too much money. I cannot stop you if you are in Chicago.&lt;br /&gt;Me: But....&lt;br /&gt;D: No.&lt;br /&gt;Me: How about some P.S.P? (He knows the term well)&lt;br /&gt;D: Deal. But you still have to find a sponsor.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Works every time! Hey...don't give me that look! Like you don't use bribery on your kids, guilt on your parents (to get free babysitting) and other evil but effective tactics to get what you want. Oh....you don't? Well, you should. Maybe then you'd be meeting me at &lt;a href="http://www.blogher.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;BlogHer&lt;/span&gt; '09&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r208/jennisajoy/BLOG%20DESIGN/Kadisignaturecopy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.familymattersuniversity.com&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;www.twitter.com, www.stumbleupon.com, www.digg.com&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/SevenSeeds/~3/457870330/use-it-for-all-its-worth.html</link><author>kadirprescott@hotmail.com (Kadi)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">9</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.wombattheinnsane.com/2008/11/use-it-for-all-its-worth.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25081871.post-9000950044250808743</guid><pubDate>Tue, 18 Nov 2008 19:31:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-18T12:00:01.289-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">reviews</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Tres Couture</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">blog giveaways</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">boutiques</category><title>Tres Couture Interview and Giveaway!</title><description>I am very pleased to introduce you all to Clarissa &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Nassar&lt;/span&gt;, of the &lt;a href="http://www.trescouture.com/index.php"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Tres&lt;/span&gt; Couture &lt;/a&gt;Boutique! Clarissa joins us today for a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;bloggy&lt;/span&gt; interview and exciting Giveaway!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QcY158q7dKQ/SSMb5EqtbOI/AAAAAAAACSM/WqOdyR4hH4I/s1600-h/clarissa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270086656272985314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QcY158q7dKQ/SSMb5EqtbOI/AAAAAAAACSM/WqOdyR4hH4I/s400/clarissa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Tell us about yourself:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I am a 28 year old wife, mother &amp;amp; mogul in the making ;) I love all things &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;girly&lt;/span&gt;, I have an obsession with organizational items and I want to save the world! I really, truly have a passion for helping others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. How did you birth such a wonderful idea for a boutique?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;My church has a fundraiser type of thing...our Pastor gave us $5 to use to make something and raise money to help a needy family. I used my $5 to make handmade cards {I love to scrapbook} I kept turning the money over and at the end of the 4 weeks, I had raised over $100.00 and decided to go for it! I felt like I was truly shown that I could use my God given talents to make money while helping others. I started off by making wallets and embellished tees and quickly learned how to sew more difficult patterns and now, here I am! I still donate a portion of my proceeds to worthy causes like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Casa&lt;/span&gt; Teresa in Orange, CA. {my hometown} and Girl Scouts of America.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. How did you handle the move from CA to NY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;It was very difficult for me, I cried for a few weeks! I didn't have my sewing machine yet, so I started fiddling around with hair bows and knitting. The week I stopped crying {&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;} was the week that I was contacted by a PR company that wanted to gift my blankets to celebs! Jessica Alba was my 1st celeb who received one of my blankets and she was super sweet and sent a Thank You card! The move actually has been awesome for my career, there are a lot of opportunities out here in NY for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;crafters&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What do you contribute to your success?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;God, my very supportive husband {he was my initial "investor"}, and my family &amp;amp; friends! There were times when I just wanted to throw in the towel because of various obstacles but, my TEAM of support really pulled me through it all! My continued success is all thanks to the amazing mom &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;bloggers&lt;/span&gt; I have met who have spread the word about my products {see my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.trescouture.com/articles.php" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Press&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; page!} and my friends who are GREAT word of mouth advertisers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What do you envision for your future?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I have always wanted to be a clothing designer, from a very young age I would use my Grandma's doilies and her sewing machine and create little things for my dolls, I used to sketch designs all the time. I am building a Spring/Summer 2009 collection and it will have 5-7 "Signature" pieces. I have released one piece already, the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.trescouture.com/catalog.php?item=147&amp;amp;catid=12&amp;amp;ret=catalog.php?category%3D12" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Signature &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Minky&lt;/span&gt; Outfit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;. The clothing line is called "Petite Trendsetters" This is really my 1st full collection. In the future {5 year goal} I want to have an actual fashion showcase of my clothing for children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What is one little known fact about you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I am an award-winning choreographer! I have coached several teams in Southern California for almost 10 years! Dancing has always been a passion of mine, I am a very artsy person, always have been. I would love to return to coaching dance teams again in the future. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Doesn't&lt;/span&gt; she make you feel a tad unaccomplished? Ha ha!! Clarissa is living proof that women can be mothers and successful business women too! I have in my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;possession&lt;/span&gt;, a very fabulously posh wallet from the &lt;a href="http://www.trescouture.com/index.php"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Tres&lt;/span&gt; Couture &lt;/a&gt;line and I'm having a hard time giving it up for the Giveaway! So I think I will order one from Clarissa for the lucky reader who visits &lt;a href="http://www.trescouture.com/index.php"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Tres&lt;/span&gt; Couture &lt;/a&gt;and finds an item that they fall in love with (and there will be many to choose from!) Each reader who &lt;u&gt;comes back here&lt;/u&gt; and tells me what their &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;fav&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Tres&lt;/span&gt; Couture item is, will be entered to win the wallet pictured below! For extra entries, you may Twitter this contest or blog about it and let me know that you did. Now get over to &lt;a href="http://www.trescouture.com/index.php"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Tres&lt;/span&gt; Couture &lt;/a&gt;and do some early Christmas shopping!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270086662564475554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QcY158q7dKQ/SSMb5cGt8qI/AAAAAAAACSU/bRu8SSMz-Jo/s400/Wallets_Yellow_Grey_003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r208/jennisajoy/BLOG%20DESIGN/Kadisignaturecopy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.familymattersuniversity.com&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;www.twitter.com, www.stumbleupon.com, www.digg.com&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/SevenSeeds/~3/457554970/tres-couture-interview-and-giveaway.html</link><author>kadirprescott@hotmail.com (Kadi)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QcY158q7dKQ/SSMb5EqtbOI/AAAAAAAACSM/WqOdyR4hH4I/s72-c/clarissa.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">24</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.wombattheinnsane.com/2008/11/tres-couture-interview-and-giveaway.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25081871.post-6582525012347751151</guid><pubDate>Tue, 18 Nov 2008 18:25:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-18T10:48:45.349-08:00</atom:updated><title>Watch and Learn</title><description>I love thought provoking movies because then I don't feel like I've wasted two hours on mind numbing eye candy. When we rented Wall E, I was pretty sure that it was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;going&lt;/span&gt; to be a modern take on the 80's Sci &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Fi&lt;/span&gt; "Short Circuit." I was pleasantly surprised to be wrong. I don't usually do movie reviews on this blog, but this one stuck a chord with me and I feel I must encourage you all to rent it...no, &lt;em&gt;buy it&lt;/em&gt;  for your family. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I do not want to ruin the movie for you, I have to divulge the story line. Wall E is a movie with a message. It speaks of the human race's destruction of Earth. Mind you, I am not a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;eco&lt;/span&gt;-zealot. I drive a gas guzzling, 15 passenger whale of a van. I use too much water, gas and energy. I do not reuse grocery bags (please do not send me hate mail.) However, this movie really opened my eyes to the direction our society is headed in. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Furthermore, the movie is a perfect door opener for talking with your kids about conservation, self preservation and taking batter care of our Earth. In fact, it inspired me to try and be more careful about my wasteful habits. I will be taking my Target bags to the store when I shop, from now on. I have been turning off lights religiously. And though I know I cannot save the planet just by doing those things, I feel like I'm setting a good example for my kids. After all, I'd hate to look down from Heaven some day and see my little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;grand babies&lt;/span&gt; being raised in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;robo&lt;/span&gt; pods!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r208/jennisajoy/BLOG%20DESIGN/Kadisignaturecopy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.familymattersuniversity.com&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;www.twitter.com, www.stumbleupon.com, www.digg.com&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/SevenSeeds/~3/457495689/watch-and-learn.html</link><author>kadirprescott@hotmail.com (Kadi)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.wombattheinnsane.com/2008/11/watch-and-learn.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25081871.post-146872785924002630</guid><pubDate>Mon, 17 Nov 2008 19:01:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-17T11:26:32.872-08:00</atom:updated><title>My Annual Letter To Santa</title><description>Dear Santa,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are reading this, it means that I have survived yet another year of motherhood (I know you had your doubts!) I have been &lt;s&gt;wonderful&lt;/s&gt; &lt;s&gt;well behaved&lt;/s&gt; &lt;s&gt;semi good&lt;/s&gt; somewhat better than last year and I've really been trying my hardest to be a &lt;s&gt;perfect&lt;/s&gt; not so negligent mom. But I'm sure you understand how hard it is to balance your job and having a house full of little people! While we have had an increase in hospital visits for stitches this past year, you have to admit that my kids have not pissed off the neighbors nearly as much as they did last year. That's gotta count for some good mommy points, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I'm pretty &lt;s&gt;damn&lt;/s&gt; darn sure that my name is not present on your "Nice" list (yet again,) I do not expect much in the way of goodies. I do happen to know that you are a man who can strike a mean deal, so here's what I'm offering you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In exchange for my &lt;s&gt;attempts to keep from choking my children&lt;/s&gt; extra angelic behavior between now and Christmas, I only ask for one thing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269706189050219282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 175px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 178px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QcY158q7dKQ/SSHB290ECxI/AAAAAAAACSE/0lPY7ImcDqE/s400/helmet_cam_on.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This little baby is all that my heart desires (besides a part time nanny, personal masseuse, comfy number bed, fabulous wardrobe, pair of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Manolos&lt;/span&gt;, glasses that have not been chewed by the dog, new laptop, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Botox&lt;/span&gt; and a year pass to Disneyland.) It would greatly improve my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;vlogging&lt;/span&gt; and allow me to watch my kids while doing so! I'd be able to capture all of my kids funny moments, my blog readership would soar and I'd be a better mommy! "What's a blog?" you ask? You know what....never mind. Please forward this letter to Mrs. Claus. She's in charge of all of those elves and I know she will be more sympathetic to my plea (plus I hear that she's a blogger!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thanks for your time and remember...don't eat the cookies we leave out! You never know what is in the homemade ones. I'll leave some store bought ones in the cupboard...but only if you promise to leave that helmet cam. Otherwise....you're S.O.L. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r208/jennisajoy/BLOG%20DESIGN/Kadisignaturecopy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.familymattersuniversity.com&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;www.twitter.com, www.stumbleupon.com, www.digg.com&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/SevenSeeds/~3/456336753/my-annual-letter-to-santa.html</link><author>kadirprescott@hotmail.com (Kadi)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QcY158q7dKQ/SSHB290ECxI/AAAAAAAACSE/0lPY7ImcDqE/s72-c/helmet_cam_on.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">8</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.wombattheinnsane.com/2008/11/my-annual-letter-to-santa.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25081871.post-7696876117210567206</guid><pubDate>Mon, 17 Nov 2008 17:47:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-17T10:05:35.906-08:00</atom:updated><title>Home Dreaded Home</title><description>Our house has rapidly become the popular hang out spot for our kids' friends, which works for me since I don't really trust anybody with my kids. I think we gain a new guest at the house of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Innsane&lt;/span&gt;, every week. My husband puts together football games, I make snacks and kids never want to leave. Unfortunately, my own kids hate it here:&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Daniel Jr., get in here. We need to talk!&lt;br /&gt;DJ: What?!&lt;br /&gt;Me: I heard you calling names. That is the second time you have verbally assaulted a guest.&lt;br /&gt;DJ: But she was being a jerk!&lt;br /&gt;Me: Since you cannot seem to get along with others, I have something else to keep you busy. Here are the Clorox Wipes. Get busy in your bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;DJ: "What????!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;NOOOOOOO&lt;/span&gt;!!! No fair!!!"&lt;br /&gt;Me: It isn't fair that people are subjected to your hatred if they do not do as you say. Now get busy!&lt;br /&gt;DJ: This is torture! I'm calling the cops on you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I bring him the phone and the phone number to the police department.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Please be my guest. Tell them how horrible we are treating you.&lt;br /&gt;DJ: Yeah! I'm gonna tell them that you are treating me like a slave!&lt;br /&gt;Me: You do that. And when they are done laughing at you, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Kunta&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Kinte&lt;/span&gt;, be sure to give them our address so that they can come and see for themselves how bad it is here.&lt;br /&gt;DJ: &lt;em&gt;Forget it! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: That's what I thought. Now get to scrubbing. Those poop scrapes aren't gonna clean themselves!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to our home... neighborhood hangout, weekend football stadium, free snack bar and torture chamber!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r208/jennisajoy/BLOG%20DESIGN/Kadisignaturecopy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.familymattersuniversity.com&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;www.twitter.com, www.stumbleupon.com, www.digg.com&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/SevenSeeds/~3/456264607/home-dreaded-home.html</link><author>kadirprescott@hotmail.com (Kadi)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">6</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.wombattheinnsane.com/2008/11/home-dreaded-home.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25081871.post-7262794376165369214</guid><pubDate>Mon, 17 Nov 2008 16:05:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-17T08:14:59.400-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">classy closet</category><title>Hanging Up Our Hangups!</title><description>As you may already know, I am the co-host of a new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;internet&lt;/span&gt; radio show, &lt;a href="http://www.blogtalkradio.com/theclassycloset"&gt;The Classy &lt;/a&gt;Closet. It is part of The Classy Closet network, (formerly Posh Parent.) Jen, Danielle and I rock the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;internet&lt;/span&gt; on a daily basis with our celebrity gossip, Truth or Dare and "Pimp My Blog" feature on Wednesdays. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, we &lt;em&gt;actually&lt;/em&gt; highlight blogs that we find and love. Listeners can call in to pimp their own blog or someone &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;else's&lt;/span&gt;. We also encourage listeners to call in or use the chat feature on the show. It is a lot of fun!! As of this week, we are taking the show to a new level. We will be implementing a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;weekly&lt;/span&gt; feature called "Hanging Up Our Hangups." It is a support type group that will set a weekly goal and then work to meet that goal, with the support of each other. This week, we are going to work on loving ourselves. Self esteem is at an all time low, partly due to the huge economic crisis. We need to do something about it. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogtalkradio.com/theclassycloset"&gt;The Classy Closet &lt;/a&gt;is partnering with Dove to spread the word about the importance of self esteem. We will be interviewing a rep from Dove this week and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;setting&lt;/span&gt; our goals this morning. Please take the time to join us today and set a goal for yourself! You can also catch the sohws on our &lt;a href="http://www.theclassyclosetshow.blogspot.com/"&gt;Classy Closet &lt;/a&gt;blog.  Together, we can find the inner beauty that we possess!&lt;br /&gt;I will be back later with more innsanity! See you in &lt;a href="http://www.blogtalkradio.com/theclassycloset"&gt;the closet&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r208/jennisajoy/BLOG%20DESIGN/Kadisignaturecopy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.familymattersuniversity.com&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;www.twitter.com, www.stumbleupon.com, www.digg.com&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/SevenSeeds/~3/456150705/hanging-up-our-hangups.html</link><author>kadirprescott@hotmail.com (Kadi)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.wombattheinnsane.com/2008/11/hanging-up-our-hangups.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25081871.post-3197856181762342498</guid><pubDate>Sun, 16 Nov 2008 23:38:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-16T15:51:51.137-08:00</atom:updated><title>This Just In...</title><description>I have some news to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I will be attending &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;BlogHer&lt;/span&gt; '09 in Chicago with Keep It Classy Jen and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Haute&lt;/span&gt; Cowgirl Danielle! The three of us will spend three days at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;BlogHer&lt;/span&gt; convention next July, learning about how to take our blogging and radio show to the next level. We are so dang excited we could just pee our pants! I encourage all of you who are as obsessed with blogging as I am, to find a way to get there! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am going to be interviewing a rep from the Dove company this week on The Classy Closet! We will be discussing ways to increase self esteem and the importance that it holds in society today! I will announce the exact date when it is confirmed. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I just packed up the last of our baby clothes. I no longer have a baby. I have a two year old midget knee biter who terrorizes his siblings and acts like he is the boss. I will admit to having the sniffles as I took the tiny articles of clothing and bagged them up, but it is also nice to enjoy the freedom that comes with not having babies anymore! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I decided that turning thirty is not the end of the world. In fact, in light of all the wonderful things that are falling into place in my life, I am excited to enter a new era. In all honesty, my twenties were mostly consumed by pregnancy, birthing and nursing. I'm have decided to use these next 10 years to enjoy raising my kids, spend some much needed time with my husband (in a non pregnant kind of way,) and take my blogging to a whole new level!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will now return you to your regularly scheduled innsanity!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r208/jennisajoy/BLOG%20DESIGN/Kadisignaturecopy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.familymattersuniversity.com&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;www.twitter.com, www.stumbleupon.com, www.digg.com&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/SevenSeeds/~3/455382690/this-just-in.html</link><author>kadirprescott@hotmail.com (Kadi)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.wombattheinnsane.com/2008/11/this-just-in.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25081871.post-491328364983243488</guid><pubDate>Sun, 16 Nov 2008 18:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-16T10:17:53.509-08:00</atom:updated><title>Clean is a relative term....</title><description>This post is dedicated to &lt;a href="http://www.singlemommeltdown.blogspot.com/"&gt;Claire&lt;/a&gt;, who asked me how I am able to keep my house clean with seven kids. I wanted to be fair and show you that my house is only clean for the five minutes that immediately follow my cleaning efforts. So I took the camera this morning and started snapping. This is how my house looks 99% of the time:&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little boys' room&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QcY158q7dKQ/SSBhczT5gFI/AAAAAAAACR0/0m6G5b3C8zk/s1600-h/IMG_0980.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269318711461380178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QcY158q7dKQ/SSBhczT5gFI/AAAAAAAACR0/0m6G5b3C8zk/s400/IMG_0980.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boys' bathroom...notice how opaque the mirror is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QcY158q7dKQ/SSBhcLwnKWI/AAAAAAAACRs/axBmn6Gx0js/s1600-h/IMG_0981.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269318700844394850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QcY158q7dKQ/SSBhcLwnKWI/AAAAAAAACRs/axBmn6Gx0js/s400/IMG_0981.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QcY158q7dKQ/SSBhbp0bB2I/AAAAAAAACRk/sSen7Ke6I2I/s1600-h/IMG_0982.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The big boys' room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269318716502077922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QcY158q7dKQ/SSBhdGFsceI/AAAAAAAACR8/vGUD7_SoF6k/s400/IMG_0979.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boys' bathroom toilet....pee drips and all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QcY158q7dKQ/SSBgvvK9QnI/AAAAAAAACRc/3rQkV091Knc/s1600-h/IMG_0983.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269317937256022642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QcY158q7dKQ/SSBgvvK9QnI/AAAAAAAACRc/3rQkV091Knc/s400/IMG_0983.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bedroom door covered in gold paint smears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QcY158q7dKQ/SSBguu6LE7I/AAAAAAAACRM/e5eYeKn1jwc/s1600-h/IMG_0985.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269317920005755826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QcY158q7dKQ/SSBguu6LE7I/AAAAAAAACRM/e5eYeKn1jwc/s400/IMG_0985.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bedroom and the perpetual mountain of unfolded laundry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QcY158q7dKQ/SSBguGnWUrI/AAAAAAAACRE/TQYMAvPeKQA/s1600-h/IMG_0986.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269317909189382834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QcY158q7dKQ/SSBguGnWUrI/AAAAAAAACRE/TQYMAvPeKQA/s400/IMG_0986.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My desk/art studio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QcY158q7dKQ/SSBgtjYKcPI/AAAAAAAACQ8/aceAoqu01nk/s1600-h/IMG_0987.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269317899730448626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QcY158q7dKQ/SSBgtjYKcPI/AAAAAAAACQ8/aceAoqu01nk/s400/IMG_0987.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So the truth is revealed! Feel better now, &lt;a href="http://www.singlemommeltdown.blogspot.com/"&gt;Claire&lt;/a&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r208/jennisajoy/BLOG%20DESIGN/Kadisignaturecopy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.familymattersuniversity.com&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;www.twitter.com, www.stumbleupon.com, www.digg.com&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/SevenSeeds/~3/455133991/clean-is-relative-term.html</link><author>kadirprescott@hotmail.com (Kadi)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QcY158q7dKQ/SSBhczT5gFI/AAAAAAAACR0/0m6G5b3C8zk/s72-c/IMG_0980.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">12</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.wombattheinnsane.com/2008/11/clean-is-relative-term.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25081871.post-5887747068746945486</guid><pubDate>Sat, 15 Nov 2008 23:03:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-15T15:42:31.521-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">meme</category><title>Who, Meme?</title><description>Curse you &lt;a href="http://www.singlemommeltdown.blogspot.com/"&gt;Claire&lt;/a&gt;! She tagged me for a meme that requires us to stop and take a picture of our living rooms as soon as we read the directions. Fanfriggentastic! Thank God I mopped this morning! Okay, here it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The couch area. Boring.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QcY158q7dKQ/SR9aVkTvv0I/AAAAAAAACQs/vbRupYgwZz0/s1600-h/kitchen3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269029415617019714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 224px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QcY158q7dKQ/SR9aVkTvv0I/AAAAAAAACQs/vbRupYgwZz0/s400/kitchen3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lizard cage, where more sex happens than anywhere else in the house (sadly)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QcY158q7dKQ/SR9aVf-p-zI/AAAAAAAACQk/Ww12E77SxwI/s1600-h/kitchen2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269029414454819634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 224px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QcY158q7dKQ/SR9aVf-p-zI/AAAAAAAACQk/Ww12E77SxwI/s400/kitchen2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More amazing things (try to stay awake)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269029419832765426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 224px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QcY158q7dKQ/SR9aV0A26_I/AAAAAAAACQ0/fqnCQjyIcMo/s400/kitchen4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Where I do most of my blogging now that the comfy couch is gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QcY158q7dKQ/SR9ZuuB_DgI/AAAAAAAACQc/5PljiO8BLQs/s1600-h/kitchen4.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269028739177451282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 224px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QcY158q7dKQ/SR9ZuMX_DxI/AAAAAAAACQE/015bdkmF4NY/s400/kitchen1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exciting, I know.  And now...I'm going to &lt;s&gt;torture&lt;/s&gt; tag the following peeps:&lt;br /&gt;Melissa at &lt;a href="http://www.coloradodentons.blogspot.com/"&gt;The Full Circle&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Toni at &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.juststopscreaming.com"&gt;A Daily Dose&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Melissa at &lt;a href="http://www.frommelissasdesk.com/"&gt;From Melissa's Desk&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Julie at &lt;a href="http://www.coolmomguide.com/"&gt;Cool Mom Guide&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r208/jennisajoy/BLOG%20DESIGN/Kadisignaturecopy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.familymattersuniversity.com&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;www.twitter.com, www.stumbleupon.com, www.digg.com&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/SevenSeeds/~3/454402882/who-meme.html</link><author>kadirprescott@hotmail.com (Kadi)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QcY158q7dKQ/SR9aVkTvv0I/AAAAAAAACQs/vbRupYgwZz0/s72-c/kitchen3.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">11</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.wombattheinnsane.com/2008/11/who-meme.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25081871.post-6666551961458807095</guid><pubDate>Sat, 15 Nov 2008 22:35:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-15T14:56:18.875-08:00</atom:updated><title>What makes me clinch</title><description>I was walking through the grocery store today and saw some pigs feet. No, they were on a living pig, they were being sold in the meat section. &lt;em&gt;Gross.&lt;/em&gt; It made me think of more things that make me do the butt clinch of disgust. Here's my list of the top twenty five things that make me clinch:&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pigs feet &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tomato worms&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wrinkles (on my face)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Puke &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Public restrooms&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hot dogs&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Snakes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Liverwurst&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Boogers&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Finding a hair in my food&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dumpsters&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Litter boxes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Curdled milk&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sewage plants&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Random fart clouds that you accidentally walk into&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The sight of blood&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Poo poo peanuts (The name my mom gave to tonsil puss. If you don't have tonsils, you will have no idea what I'm talking about.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Maggots&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Episiotomy&lt;/span&gt; stitches&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nasty, plaque ridden teeth&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bad breath&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Moldy cheese&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Blue cheese (which is the same as moldy cheese in my book)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Using a towel and finding poop scrapes on it&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Finding a hard piece of something in your ground beef&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it is your turn! What makes you do the butt clinch of disgust?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r208/jennisajoy/BLOG%20DESIGN/Kadisignaturecopy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.familymattersuniversity.com&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;www.twitter.com, www.stumbleupon.com, www.digg.com&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/SevenSeeds/~3/454353992/what-makes-me-clinch.html</link><author>kadirprescott@hotmail.com (Kadi)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">9</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.wombattheinnsane.com/2008/11/what-makes-me-clinch.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25081871.post-7808211504164399620</guid><pubDate>Sat, 15 Nov 2008 18:53:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-15T11:15:52.296-08:00</atom:updated><title>What has become of me?</title><description>I am officially one week away from turning 30 and I am seeing things happen that I do not like. For instance, at bunco last night, we finished playing after only four rounds because we were all &lt;em&gt;too tired&lt;/em&gt;. WTF? This morning, I slept in until seven...then fell back asleep while having my morning coffee. Seriously? I now have to take mid morning naps? &lt;em&gt;Pathetic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this how it is going to be from here on out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh....and let me just reiterate for those family members who may or may not be trying to throw a surprise party: &lt;em&gt;I do not want a birthday party.&lt;/em&gt; This is not like those times that you tell your husband that you don't want anything for Valentine's Day but then you get pissed when he comes home empty handed. Nope. This is not like that. I really, really, really just want a quiet day with my mom and sisters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, I do not even have the energy to party, even if I did feel like it. I can't even finish my damn coffee without dozing off! I may very well have a heart attack if people jump out at me and yell, "SURPRISE!" So thanks, in advance, for respecting my wishes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QcY158q7dKQ/SR8d67O7kiI/AAAAAAAACPs/p0BHs4aUKmc/s1600-h/IMG_0967.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268962987216704034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QcY158q7dKQ/SR8d67O7kiI/AAAAAAAACPs/p0BHs4aUKmc/s400/IMG_0967.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r208/jennisajoy/BLOG%20DESIGN/Kadisignaturecopy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.familymattersuniversity.com&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;www.twitter.com, www.stumbleupon.com, www.digg.com&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/SevenSeeds/~3/454223691/what-has-become-of-me.html</link><author>kadirprescott@hotmail.com (Kadi)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QcY158q7dKQ/SR8d67O7kiI/AAAAAAAACPs/p0BHs4aUKmc/s72-c/IMG_0967.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">8</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.wombattheinnsane.com/2008/11/what-has-become-of-me.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25081871.post-7999218787518053599</guid><pubDate>Fri, 14 Nov 2008 23:01:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-14T15:01:51.959-08:00</atom:updated><title>I Confess...</title><description>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XWRx62Cn9YQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XWRx62Cn9YQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r208/jennisajoy/BLOG%20DESIGN/Kadisignaturecopy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.familymattersuniversity.com&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;www.twitter.com, www.stumbleupon.com, www.digg.com&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/SevenSeeds/~3/453461451/i-confess.html</link><author>kadirprescott@hotmail.com (Kadi)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">7</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.wombattheinnsane.com/2008/11/i-confess.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25081871.post-5194426890706805511</guid><pubDate>Fri, 14 Nov 2008 18:11:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-14T10:27:31.778-08:00</atom:updated><title>The big weiners...I mean winners!</title><description>Did I spell weiner right? Who cares. Let's get on with the winner announcements!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The winner of the Pritty Bitty Bowtique bow set is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://michellechappellphotography.blogspot.com/"&gt;Michelle&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I like the headbands with the flowers! Too cute. What an awesome prize, thanks for the chance to win!"&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The winner of the "Queen of Freakin Everything" necklace is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ibroughtyouin.blogspot.com/"&gt;Stefanie&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, after much sweat, tears and brain overload, mine is done! Viola! Thanks for the "me" pick me up!"&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The winner of the Bella Symphony Zebra Stripe Lovie is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://beaglesinthecity.blogspot.com/"&gt;SuperBloggerGirl&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I heart the cotton burp cloth, I love that fabric, im a tattooed mamma so i really like it a lot!"&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need you all to &lt;a href="mailto:kadirprescott@hotmail.com"&gt;email me&lt;/a&gt; with your info so i can get this stuff to you. Also, if you won anything during the bloggy carnival, I need you to &lt;a href="mailto:kadirprescott@hotmail.com"&gt;email me&lt;/a&gt; with your info as well! Thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r208/jennisajoy/BLOG%20DESIGN/Kadisignaturecopy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.familymattersuniversity.com&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;www.twitter.com, www.stumbleupon.com, www.digg.com&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/SevenSeeds/~3/453221386/big-weinersi-mean-winners.html</link><author>kadirprescott@hotmail.com (Kadi)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.wombattheinnsane.com/2008/11/big-weinersi-mean-winners.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25081871.post-3200674766724917094</guid><pubDate>Fri, 14 Nov 2008 15:59:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-14T08:04:19.570-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">radio show</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">contests</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">classy closet</category><title>Heed The Call</title><description>The call to join me in the closet, that is! Join Jen, Danielle and I this morning at: &lt;a href="http://www.blogtalkradio.com/theclassycloset"&gt;www.blogtalkradio.com/theclassycloset&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The show begins at 9am PST, 11am Central and Noon EST. Today we are talking about what we want for Christmas and playing Truth or Dare! It is sure to be fun :) We have been known to get a little crazy! If you miss the show, you can always hear it here: &lt;a href="http://www.theclassyclosetshow.blogspot.com/"&gt;The Classy Closet Blog&lt;/a&gt;. After the show, I will be posting the winners of three contests that have recently ended at The Innsane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r208/jennisajoy/BLOG%20DESIGN/Kadisignaturecopy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.familymattersuniversity.com&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;www.twitter.com, www.stumbleupon.com, www.digg.com&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/SevenSeeds/~3/453082787/heed-call_14.html</link><author>kadirprescott@hotmail.com (Kadi)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.wombattheinnsane.com/2008/11/heed-call_14.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25081871.post-1437152237271996981</guid><pubDate>Fri, 14 Nov 2008 14:12:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-14T06:18:09.302-08:00</atom:updated><title>Neurotic To The Bone...No doubt about it!</title><description>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://theneuroticmom.blogspot.com/2008/11/featured-neurotic-mom-moment-supernanny.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c290/kellymarie1081/Imneurotic.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;As if you didn't already know the above to be true! Now, everyone over at &lt;a href="http://www.theneuroticmom.blogspot.com/"&gt;The Neurotic Mom &lt;/a&gt;will know it too. I'm the featured blogger over there today, so go check it out and leave Kelly some comment love! Just click on the button above. Let her know you came from the Innsane :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I'll be back later with some Friday fun!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r208/jennisajoy/BLOG%20DESIGN/Kadisignaturecopy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.familymattersuniversity.com&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;www.twitter.com, www.stumbleupon.com, www.digg.com&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/SevenSeeds/~3/452973165/neurotic-to-boneno-doubt-about-it.html</link><author>kadirprescott@hotmail.com (Kadi)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.wombattheinnsane.com/2008/11/neurotic-to-boneno-doubt-about-it.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25081871.post-1760525969449026129</guid><pubDate>Fri, 14 Nov 2008 02:08:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-13T18:12:33.311-08:00</atom:updated><title>Just Another Day In Paradise</title><description>I was not kidding when I said that we frequent the Emergency Room. Trenton smacked &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Aiden&lt;/span&gt; upside the forehead with a metal bat (on accident,) and it split open. So we made our monthly excursion to the ER and got it stitched up. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268329761928283874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QcY158q7dKQ/SRzeAXNahuI/AAAAAAAACPU/GAdD_SympCQ/s400/aidenstitches2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268329766223303906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QcY158q7dKQ/SRzeAnNbVOI/AAAAAAAACPc/Z0DQd5qLmEQ/s400/aidenstitches1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trenton felt so bad that he hurt &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Aiden&lt;/span&gt;, he insisted on holding his hand and staying with him the whole time. They may be crazy...but they do feel remorse and compassion!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r208/jennisajoy/BLOG%20DESIGN/Kadisignaturecopy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.familymattersuniversity.com&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;www.twitter.com, www.stumbleupon.com, www.digg.com&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/SevenSeeds/~3/452425936/just-another-day-in-paradise.html</link><author>kadirprescott@hotmail.com (Kadi)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QcY158q7dKQ/SRzeAXNahuI/AAAAAAAACPU/GAdD_SympCQ/s72-c/aidenstitches2.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">11</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.wombattheinnsane.com/2008/11/just-another-day-in-paradise.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25081871.post-7084337814079525832</guid><pubDate>Thu, 13 Nov 2008 22:22:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-13T14:30:51.777-08:00</atom:updated><title>The Fertile Dude</title><description>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QcY158q7dKQ/SRyqVdJYmwI/AAAAAAAACPM/sa6sJDzU_40/s1600-h/sheman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268272949694601986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QcY158q7dKQ/SRyqVdJYmwI/AAAAAAAACPM/sa6sJDzU_40/s400/sheman.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It amazes me how society is evolving. I can't say that I'm okay with everything that comes with the evolution of mankind. This is just one of those issues that gives me the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;eebie&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;jeebies&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For those of you who have not heard... Thomas &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Beatie&lt;/span&gt; (The she-man who gave birth to a child last year,) is expecting again. &lt;a href="http://abcnews.go.com/2020/story?id=6221360&amp;amp;page=1"&gt;Here's the story&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really don't know what to make of all of this. I grew up knowing that women had babies and men were the providers. Call it narrow minded, or whatever...that is what I was taught. In my honest opinion, if you have female plumbing and the desire to birth a child, &lt;em&gt;you are a woman! &lt;/em&gt;Maybe I'm just old fashioned. It just seems odd that a human who decided to make the change to a male gender, would keep her female parts and use them to procreate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is this a publicity stunt? Is this a way to make a point, or a truly unique situation that should be regarded as a personal choice and the right to be whomever we choose? 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