<?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-3287748295846483709</id><updated>2012-02-16T10:23:55.325-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Staying At Home Forever</title><subtitle type='html'>My "psycho-ness" escape from a husband, three kids, a new house and two cats</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stayingathomeforever.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3287748295846483709/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stayingathomeforever.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>StayingAtHomeForever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08191488927865283814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1wrlrTr-S84/R8ts3_ecgVI/AAAAAAAAABo/EckZvfYaG0g/S220/jaclyn.bmp'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>13</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3287748295846483709.post-1762649321312366883</id><published>2008-07-16T18:48:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T19:13:07.631-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Long time no blog</title><content type='html'>yea yea yea&lt;br /&gt;I know it's been a while.  It seems that it is so much easier to get online and read my friends blogs and then get off.  So much easier than updating mine.  Geez, you'd think that with three kids and husband I'd have more to write about.  Oh, and more time on my hands!  Well, I do have lots to write about but with my "psycho" self it just doesn't work that way.  &lt;br /&gt;So, for a quick update and another promise of keeping this darn thing on my daily to do list.  &lt;br /&gt;I've been trying to get myself more organized.  I've filled my house with dry erase boards.  Well, just three but I want more.  They are my new favorite obsessions.  I got my first board for Christmas from my sister.  It is a month at a glance calendar board.  I can have everything to do for the month right there on the board.  It is awesome.  I had to have more because I was running out of room to jot down notes and a grocery list.  So I went and got another one!  This one is just a blank board.  My loving hubby went and bought a magnetic label maker so I can make all the magnet labels I can.  It is even more awesome!!  &lt;br /&gt;Reading blogs on here is something I do almost daily.  I've gone to my friends and gone to their readers and on and on. I've found some of the women on here have a menu plan monday thing going on.  Well, I kept thinking about it and what a great idea it would be if I could do that.  I've been wanting to get my grocery bill down to save money so I thought I'd try this.  I made labels for board with the days of the weeks and then made labels of all the meals I make alot and some of the occasional meals.  On Thursdays I get online and look at the ads for the three grocery stores I go to and find what is on sale this week and which stores have the better items.  Then I figure out my meals for the week, write out my grocery list and go.  Now, I do go to to or three different stores if I need to but it is totally worth it.  When I started we were spending about $300-$400 every two weeks.  Since doing the meal plan I've spent $90-$125 a week.  I told myself I was only going to spend $100 max a week but seem to go over a little($124.69 was the most) on the weeks I have to buy extras like laundry soap, shampoo and such, toilet paper and so on.  I am doing super awesome and it is so much fun trying to see how much I can save and how I can give myself a monetary limit and then see how close I get to it that week.  &lt;br /&gt;Seriously, with three kids and a husband, being a stay at home mom, this is my life.  Just like in the corporate world it is all about saving money and getting things done for less or taking the lower bid.  My job or one of my jobs is to save money.  Get the best quality product for my family for the lowest price.  &lt;br /&gt;I do have to say I am doing a great job.  I'll go give myself a pat on the back now and tell you about my third dry erase board another day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3287748295846483709-1762649321312366883?l=stayingathomeforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stayingathomeforever.blogspot.com/feeds/1762649321312366883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3287748295846483709&amp;postID=1762649321312366883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3287748295846483709/posts/default/1762649321312366883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3287748295846483709/posts/default/1762649321312366883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stayingathomeforever.blogspot.com/index.html#1762649321312366883' title='Long time no blog'/><author><name>StayingAtHomeForever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08191488927865283814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1wrlrTr-S84/R8ts3_ecgVI/AAAAAAAAABo/EckZvfYaG0g/S220/jaclyn.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3287748295846483709.post-1586891453123337805</id><published>2008-05-27T20:13:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T21:35:59.077-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SSSHHHHHHHH!&lt;br /&gt;I was online while the photographer was publishing the pictures on his website that he took of our family.  I was able to save them to my computer before he had a chance to lock and protect them.  Is that prohibited? Or is it ok because basically he hadn't protected them yet?  I know, it is probably wrong but the only way I am going to buy them is through him.  Plus he is sending us all the pictures on a cd anyway! Maybe it is protected from saving online so Joe Schmo can't have pictures of my blonde cuties or the sexy big daddy to drool over on his computer!&lt;br /&gt;Well, at any rate, &lt;br /&gt;Here are a few pictures of my family...&lt;br /&gt;This is all of us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1wrlrTr-S84/SDy0i_3DBGI/AAAAAAAAAFw/_YRwBIWkK44/s1600-h/299871574_hggKv-L.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1wrlrTr-S84/SDy0i_3DBGI/AAAAAAAAAFw/_YRwBIWkK44/s320/299871574_hggKv-L.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205233782684320866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My girls K, M, B and their cousin H&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1wrlrTr-S84/SDy0jP3DBHI/AAAAAAAAAF4/cQjVEW7WjsA/s1600-h/299872317_uaUvu-L.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1wrlrTr-S84/SDy0jP3DBHI/AAAAAAAAAF4/cQjVEW7WjsA/s320/299872317_uaUvu-L.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205233786979288178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother, sis-n-law and niece&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1wrlrTr-S84/SDy0jf3DBJI/AAAAAAAAAGI/k99v9euOr7c/s1600-h/299875061_5TSkh-L.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1wrlrTr-S84/SDy0jf3DBJI/AAAAAAAAAGI/k99v9euOr7c/s320/299875061_5TSkh-L.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205233791274255506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister and her husband&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1wrlrTr-S84/SDy1xP3DBMI/AAAAAAAAAGg/MhKdYtXyDWw/s1600-h/299877918_HQvxw-L.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1wrlrTr-S84/SDy1xP3DBMI/AAAAAAAAAGg/MhKdYtXyDWw/s320/299877918_HQvxw-L.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205235127009084610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Myself with my brother, sister, Mom and Dad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1wrlrTr-S84/SDy0jf3DBKI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/SoROV506C7s/s1600-h/299877393_JCa2W-L.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1wrlrTr-S84/SDy0jf3DBKI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/SoROV506C7s/s320/299877393_JCa2W-L.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205233791274255522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of us again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1wrlrTr-S84/SDy1xf3DBNI/AAAAAAAAAGo/zzc-Prqkugw/s1600-h/299880677_UJQUR-L.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1wrlrTr-S84/SDy1xf3DBNI/AAAAAAAAAGo/zzc-Prqkugw/s320/299880677_UJQUR-L.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205235131304051922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The B family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1wrlrTr-S84/SDy20f3DBOI/AAAAAAAAAGw/YuNTIogTYmo/s1600-h/299879165_g4hrw-L.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1wrlrTr-S84/SDy20f3DBOI/AAAAAAAAAGw/YuNTIogTYmo/s320/299879165_g4hrw-L.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205236282355287266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3287748295846483709-1586891453123337805?l=stayingathomeforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stayingathomeforever.blogspot.com/feeds/1586891453123337805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3287748295846483709&amp;postID=1586891453123337805' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3287748295846483709/posts/default/1586891453123337805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3287748295846483709/posts/default/1586891453123337805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stayingathomeforever.blogspot.com/index.html#1586891453123337805' title=''/><author><name>StayingAtHomeForever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08191488927865283814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1wrlrTr-S84/R8ts3_ecgVI/AAAAAAAAABo/EckZvfYaG0g/S220/jaclyn.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1wrlrTr-S84/SDy0i_3DBGI/AAAAAAAAAFw/_YRwBIWkK44/s72-c/299871574_hggKv-L.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3287748295846483709.post-3998711111097625491</id><published>2008-05-22T21:33:00.012-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T22:24:23.334-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Review of the last month...</title><content type='html'>Since it has been like a WHOLE month since I have blogged I figured I'd give you a quick recap of what has been going on in the life of psycho-jac!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  My baby turned 2!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1wrlrTr-S84/SDYg8v3DA6I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/1iKPutKi9KA/s1600-h/100_1385.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1wrlrTr-S84/SDYg8v3DA6I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/1iKPutKi9KA/s320/100_1385.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203382647484777378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  K and her girl scouts go to Build-A-Bear to spend some of their earned cookie money!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1wrlrTr-S84/SDYgmf3DA5I/AAAAAAAAAEI/coh4VbnjM2c/s1600-h/100_1415.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1wrlrTr-S84/SDYgmf3DA5I/AAAAAAAAAEI/coh4VbnjM2c/s320/100_1415.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203382265232688018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. My brother, sister-n-law and niece came home for a visit from Italy!!! This was a great time since we haven't seen them for almost a year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1wrlrTr-S84/SDYiQ_3DA7I/AAAAAAAAAEY/gtEj5gEELVk/s1600-h/100_1424.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1wrlrTr-S84/SDYiQ_3DA7I/AAAAAAAAAEY/gtEj5gEELVk/s320/100_1424.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203384094888756146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  Which gave my dad plenty of time to update his pictures he proudly carries around of his Girls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1wrlrTr-S84/SDYiRP3DA8I/AAAAAAAAAEg/koKhRS1C2Qw/s1600-h/100_1422.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1wrlrTr-S84/SDYiRP3DA8I/AAAAAAAAAEg/koKhRS1C2Qw/s320/100_1422.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203384099183723458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  Birthday party for B!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1wrlrTr-S84/SDYf3_3DA4I/AAAAAAAAAEA/VyPKUk-TJiI/s1600-h/100_1468.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1wrlrTr-S84/SDYf3_3DA4I/AAAAAAAAAEA/VyPKUk-TJiI/s320/100_1468.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203381466368770946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  After about twenty years we finally had family pictures taken.  Mom, Dad, Myself and my family, Sister and her hubby, Brother and his family! (I'll put up a picture or two when we get them).  For now here's one from later that day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1wrlrTr-S84/SDYkZf3DA-I/AAAAAAAAAEw/XKyE9xDEQzk/s1600-h/100_1542.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1wrlrTr-S84/SDYkZf3DA-I/AAAAAAAAAEw/XKyE9xDEQzk/s320/100_1542.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203386439940899810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.  Party at Our house.  Gma and Gpa came into town to see the brother and family.  Our house was volunteered to host mom's side of the family to get together. &lt;br /&gt;The girls played outside with one of B's Bday present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1wrlrTr-S84/SDYld_3DA_I/AAAAAAAAAE4/tB1eN7vVZtU/s1600-h/100_1602.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1wrlrTr-S84/SDYld_3DA_I/AAAAAAAAAE4/tB1eN7vVZtU/s320/100_1602.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203387616761938930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, We had family time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1wrlrTr-S84/SDYleP3DBAI/AAAAAAAAAFA/o2y3gh5Sfn0/s1600-h/100_1640.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1wrlrTr-S84/SDYleP3DBAI/AAAAAAAAAFA/o2y3gh5Sfn0/s320/100_1640.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203387621056906242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.  Mother's Day. Ever since I was very young the women in the family have always gone out on Mother's day.  For Dessert.  No men, No kids allowed, unless you are breastfeeding.  This year was no different. It is nice to go out with the women in the family and just have time to sit back and joke and laugh together, No Dessert Sharing on this night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1wrlrTr-S84/SDYmnP3DBBI/AAAAAAAAAFI/V3vC3t37p-c/s1600-h/100_1653.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1wrlrTr-S84/SDYmnP3DBBI/AAAAAAAAAFI/V3vC3t37p-c/s320/100_1653.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203388875187356690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.  Just last Monday B was in the Hospital for two nights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1wrlrTr-S84/SDYoQf3DBEI/AAAAAAAAAFg/Bd8Sua9Z9Sg/s1600-h/100_1662.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1wrlrTr-S84/SDYoQf3DBEI/AAAAAAAAAFg/Bd8Sua9Z9Sg/s320/100_1662.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203390683368588354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.  Sunday, during my brother and families going away party we rushed B to the ER where we spent a few hours becuase she was having a horrible allergic reaction to something we still haven't figured out what.  (YES, that is hives and redness, allergic reaction NOT a sunburn!  we didn't get a picture of her super swollen lips)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1wrlrTr-S84/SDYoQv3DBFI/AAAAAAAAAFo/qRfs81e6lwo/s1600-h/100_1663.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1wrlrTr-S84/SDYoQv3DBFI/AAAAAAAAAFo/qRfs81e6lwo/s320/100_1663.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203390687663555666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.  Sadly we said goodbye to my brother and his family on Tuesday.  They went back to Italy to Navy life.  We will be keeping them in our prayers and I hope you do too.  Brother is headed to Iraq sometime in the future (if you know military life you know I can't tell you when).  Sis-n-law and niece are trying to move back to FL while he will be deployed.  It is a hard time for his family.  ALL of us in the family.  I LOVE YOU Brother, Sis-n-law and niece!  &lt;br /&gt;And I think that is the last month in a quick note.  &lt;br /&gt;I will add things here and there and some cute pictures sometime, maybe soon, maybe not!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3287748295846483709-3998711111097625491?l=stayingathomeforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stayingathomeforever.blogspot.com/feeds/3998711111097625491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3287748295846483709&amp;postID=3998711111097625491' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3287748295846483709/posts/default/3998711111097625491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3287748295846483709/posts/default/3998711111097625491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stayingathomeforever.blogspot.com/index.html#3998711111097625491' title='Review of the last month...'/><author><name>StayingAtHomeForever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08191488927865283814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1wrlrTr-S84/R8ts3_ecgVI/AAAAAAAAABo/EckZvfYaG0g/S220/jaclyn.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1wrlrTr-S84/SDYg8v3DA6I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/1iKPutKi9KA/s72-c/100_1385.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3287748295846483709.post-4583377922379245028</id><published>2008-04-23T21:45:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T22:11:57.274-04:00</updated><title type='text'>in just a short time...</title><content type='html'>It has been CRAZY around here the past two weeks.  I was sick for a week.  It was terrible.  So I finally get better, try to get caught back up with the housework because you know I didn't do any laundry while I was down! And I hardly did any cleaning.  I just can't take that kind of crap while I don't feel good!! Plus I have the best hubby in the world that doesn't matter if their are toys all over the floor and it needs to be swept and dishes are starting to pile on the counter cuz the sinks are full!! Yup, he is the best!!  Anyway, I started to feel better and then a week later, I get sick again.  Friggin sick bug! This time though the girls had runny noses too and Steve got sick.  Luckily now though we are all on the mend.  I am much better just about 100% and the girls are doing all better.  Steve is almost there, he needs his sense of smell back though!  &lt;br /&gt;SO! &lt;br /&gt;This week has been an exciting one for our family.  K had her first eye appointment on Tuesday and not surprising at all she needs glasses.  Given our family history: Big Daddy and myself have worn glasses since elementary school. Both sets of our parents wear glasses and I think most of our grandparents all wore glasses.  Not great chances for these beautiful girls to not have "four eyes".  So after the Doc tells us that she is severely near sided, DUH! she couldn't even read the third line! and that is including the big E at the top!!  So I get the RX and run like helk to get out of there because I know that there has got to be somewhere else to get a deal on glasses.  So I call my mom, the best sale finder in the world.  We end up at a glasses store and blah blah blah   THE GIRL HAS GLASSES PEOPLE!!!!  My baby, My first born, How can she be old enough to wear glasses?!  Where has the time gone?! Seriously, she's seven! HOLY CRAPOLA PEOPLE!! I'm just not believing this right now!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1wrlrTr-S84/SA_rPIbmSNI/AAAAAAAAADg/Dhvn7Z77934/s1600-h/100_1355.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1wrlrTr-S84/SA_rPIbmSNI/AAAAAAAAADg/Dhvn7Z77934/s320/100_1355.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192627540575275218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1wrlrTr-S84/SA_rQYbmSOI/AAAAAAAAADo/de4UFhxMWKw/s1600-h/100_1357.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1wrlrTr-S84/SA_rQYbmSOI/AAAAAAAAADo/de4UFhxMWKw/s320/100_1357.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192627562050111714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1wrlrTr-S84/SA_rRYbmSPI/AAAAAAAAADw/FfTab9PUsWc/s1600-h/100_1370.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1wrlrTr-S84/SA_rRYbmSPI/AAAAAAAAADw/FfTab9PUsWc/s320/100_1370.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192627579229980914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1wrlrTr-S84/SA_rR4bmSQI/AAAAAAAAAD4/bEjO3IEG4Kc/s1600-h/100_1365.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1wrlrTr-S84/SA_rR4bmSQI/AAAAAAAAAD4/bEjO3IEG4Kc/s320/100_1365.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192627587819915522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT CAN I SAY... She is sooo friggin cute in her glasses.  She got two pair!  Yes, two.  One pair has the, @*#&amp;#, I forgot the name of it... but it has the lenses that change automatically to shades when you go outside.  She is stylin' and profilin'!!!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**The first pic was taken right when we picked up the first pair that was done, she was so excited.&lt;br /&gt;**The first two pics is one pair and the last two pics are her second pair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_____________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;I've got so much to catch you up on the last two weeks, well maybe not alot cuz let's face it, not much goes on in my life but there have been some changes and such in the SAHM life.  stay tuned...I will be doing this more often then the recent past,  I'm trying real hard to keep up...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3287748295846483709-4583377922379245028?l=stayingathomeforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stayingathomeforever.blogspot.com/feeds/4583377922379245028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3287748295846483709&amp;postID=4583377922379245028' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3287748295846483709/posts/default/4583377922379245028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3287748295846483709/posts/default/4583377922379245028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stayingathomeforever.blogspot.com/index.html#4583377922379245028' title='in just a short time...'/><author><name>StayingAtHomeForever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08191488927865283814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1wrlrTr-S84/R8ts3_ecgVI/AAAAAAAAABo/EckZvfYaG0g/S220/jaclyn.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1wrlrTr-S84/SA_rPIbmSNI/AAAAAAAAADg/Dhvn7Z77934/s72-c/100_1355.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3287748295846483709.post-5307659247924584833</id><published>2008-03-26T18:49:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T18:58:37.090-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It Caught Me!</title><content type='html'>I can honestly say that I get sick about once a year.  But when it comes it hits HARD!  Well, welcome to my house during moms sick time.  Nothing is done.  I've done one load of laundry since Friday.  Dishes are stacked up, floors need swept and mopped so terribly bad.  The kids need to go on a vacation!  Yes, I said the kids.  Seriously, I just want one maybe two days of rest and recooping and I totally think I would be better.  Lucky for me I have the best family ever.  Mom and Sis came over last night and took the girls to get dinner.  Thank goodness, poor babies had Mac n Cheese Monday night.  UGH! BLAH!  But they did survive.  Mom and Sis broght back some soup for me and I totally scarfed it down!  That's what I get for not eating for two days.  SO, I am about up on my limit for being off the couch.  Just wanted to jot something down so you wouldn't think I was done with this blog life! (love ya H4G!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a final note as I go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g61/sjkbowman/?action=view&amp;current=Flu.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g61/sjkbowman/Flu.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g61/sjkbowman/?action=view&amp;current=theflu.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g61/sjkbowman/theflu.gif" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g61/sjkbowman/?action=view&amp;current=clipboard-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g61/sjkbowman/clipboard-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g61/sjkbowman/?action=view&amp;current=airborne.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g61/sjkbowman/airborne.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3287748295846483709-5307659247924584833?l=stayingathomeforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stayingathomeforever.blogspot.com/feeds/5307659247924584833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3287748295846483709&amp;postID=5307659247924584833' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3287748295846483709/posts/default/5307659247924584833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3287748295846483709/posts/default/5307659247924584833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stayingathomeforever.blogspot.com/index.html#5307659247924584833' title='It Caught Me!'/><author><name>StayingAtHomeForever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08191488927865283814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1wrlrTr-S84/R8ts3_ecgVI/AAAAAAAAABo/EckZvfYaG0g/S220/jaclyn.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3287748295846483709.post-6644475177928993278</id><published>2008-03-14T08:39:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T09:26:33.483-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lots of determination...But MORE procastination</title><content type='html'>That is what I am dealing with this week.  &lt;br /&gt;It has been a week since I've let you into my world.  A long week! &lt;br /&gt;I decided that this year was going to be the year to put off the procrastination and let the determination take over.  You can see how well that is going!  But seriously, it really is going pretty good. First of all my biggest goal was to keep my house sparkly clean and keep the laundry to a minimum.  So far so good.  I caught up all my laundry last week, I did laundry all day Monday, Tuesday and half of Wednesday but I got it all caught up and put away (yes even put away!).  Of course I had to go to the store to buy more hangers because I realized that with ALL the laundry done we didn't have enough hangers for all the clothes!  I've done laundry about every other day since then, about two or three loads when done and I've actually kept on top of it.  GO ME!&lt;br /&gt;Now, my dad just told me the other day that he didn't understand why a person who stays home ALL day couldn't keep the house sparkly clean. Especially when I could make time to come to his house and clean it every week.  Well, little does he know that it is much easier to go to his house which always stays clean and just needs the minimal pick up and major cleaning every so often.  And much easier since he gives me money to do it!  But, I also got our house sparkly clean about two weeks ago.  On Saturday I spent six hours cleaning. Picking up, cleaning rooms, disenfecting bathrooms, disenfecting the kitchen and dining room, sweeping, mopping washing doors, cabinets, walls and whatever else I did.  Since then I told myself just a little bit of work a day would keep me from having to clean like that for a long time.  Little did I know that that is true!  I can't believe the change in the house and myself.  It feels sooo good to have a sparkly house.  A few pick ups of toys, clothes and such during the day.  A load of dishes in the dishwasher a day. One or two loads of laundry a day and everything stays clean.  And then I've got the every so often list that I've accomplished every day too.  Like cleaning the cat box, dusting, washing cabinets, walls and doors.  I've even got the girls dressers and closets cleaned out of clothes that don't fit anymore.  Which I'm sure all K's friends appreciate since she is wearing size 8 clothes and was still managing to fit into some size 6 ...wow, bad mom!!  So, this is my determination for the year. I am off to a great start and I have to say that it is so much fun to come home to sparkly clean!&lt;br /&gt;NOW, I feel I have to share some truth! Some of my family and friends would say that I've got it easy! Let my tell you why...&lt;br /&gt;My most gracious mother in law didn't know what to get us for Christmas just recently and decided to give us her Sears card and told us to get whatever we wanted. YES, WHATEVER WE WANTED!  SO, being the non-shopper of the family I sat my arse at the computer and started looking at sears.com to see what I could find.  When I came across the most beatiful gift I could ever get, besides a maid cleaning service.&lt;br /&gt;WHA LA.....  &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1wrlrTr-S84/R9p6UOdqKQI/AAAAAAAAACs/gf5r6JgYEZ0/s1600-h/th_IMG_0083.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1wrlrTr-S84/R9p6UOdqKQI/AAAAAAAAACs/gf5r6JgYEZ0/s320/th_IMG_0083.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177585209514273026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1wrlrTr-S84/R9p6UudqKRI/AAAAAAAAAC0/yXScDUIpsNk/s1600-h/scooba1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1wrlrTr-S84/R9p6UudqKRI/AAAAAAAAAC0/yXScDUIpsNk/s320/scooba1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177585218104207634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; YES the best Christmas gift EVER!!  &lt;strong&gt;The I-Robot Scooba   &lt;/strong&gt;-  The floor washing model that scrubs my house so I don't have to!  She will wash every part of my floor with little effort.  She has become one of my greatest friends.  Yet still has no name, I am stil thinking of the perfect name.  I talk to her, watch her with curios amazement and even bathe her after every dirty job. You may call her a cheater; I call her a friend helping to keep the sparkle in our lives.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3287748295846483709-6644475177928993278?l=stayingathomeforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stayingathomeforever.blogspot.com/feeds/6644475177928993278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3287748295846483709&amp;postID=6644475177928993278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3287748295846483709/posts/default/6644475177928993278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3287748295846483709/posts/default/6644475177928993278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stayingathomeforever.blogspot.com/index.html#6644475177928993278' title='Lots of determination...But MORE procastination'/><author><name>StayingAtHomeForever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08191488927865283814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1wrlrTr-S84/R8ts3_ecgVI/AAAAAAAAABo/EckZvfYaG0g/S220/jaclyn.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1wrlrTr-S84/R9p6UOdqKQI/AAAAAAAAACs/gf5r6JgYEZ0/s72-c/th_IMG_0083.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3287748295846483709.post-6159161679687091182</id><published>2008-03-06T21:43:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T22:08:08.303-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yet another day in the life of Psycho Jac</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;NO&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I haven't let it go to the dump! &lt;br /&gt;Last night we went to my &lt;em&gt;most favoritist restaurant in the WHOLE world&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;OSAKA&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.  A Japanese Steakhouse.  OH MY GOSH! They have the best food ever. YUMM, the white sauce and noodles and mushrooms. OH and the chicken and shrimp and steak. The salad and soup and vegetables. Seriously, I am in love with OSAKA and could eat there every other night of the week.  I'm making myself hungry just day dreaming about it.  Darn, big daddy took the leftovers(not mine, the girls, I never have leftovers) for lunch.  THANKS BABE! I could use those right now.  &lt;br /&gt;So by the time we got home the girls had to get to bed. And mommy too! But of course I can't go to sleep right away. I have to watch Big Brother.  I am mildly obsessed with reality TV. If it is on, I watch it or DVR it.  I don't know why but I have to. So, I watch Big Brother, then I have to watch my Wife Swap.  I was just about asleep and hear..BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG....HOLY SH*&amp;! WHAT THE F&amp;%$ WAS THAT? OH MY GOSH, THEIR ON THEIR WAY TO MY ROOM, THEIR GONNA GET ME.  All with complete stillness from me and my ears in defcom mode, I slowly, very slowly, reach for the phone. Of course I pick the cordless, why the helk did I pick the cordless, if they are coming to get me they are going to cut the phone lines and then they'll know I'm trying to get help but I won't be able to because the cut the darn phone lines (please be aware that I am changing some words for the impressionable eyes).  Stupid me, Stupid stupid me! So I call Big daddy at work...no answer.  SHmuck, where the helk are you stupid man! Why in the world are you probably taking your lunch break NOW!?! Answer the freaking phone.  So, I call again, and the man got smart and finally answered.  With him on the phone I finally got enough courage to get out from under my sheets and go to see if the motion lights are on in the back yard - negative.  Ok, after a few minutes, probably more like thirty seconds, but just go with my exaggeration here ok,  and with big daddy on the phone I get the courage to open my bedroom door - nothing.  I walk around the house and nothing still.  Check on the girls - nothing.  I did find a bedroom window open and totally freaked out again but the screen was still up so I felt a tad bit better, just a tad though because they could of heard me coming and ran and snuck out of the window and put the screen up real quick so everything just looked normal!  So after all this and no obvious reason for the BANGS I walk back out into the dining room and happen to be frightened by a balloon floating up on the ceiling with a string just long enough to get caught in the fan.  YES, that's right, the balloon (which I must add here is a balloon leftover from M's birthday which was exactly one month ago) got caught in the fan and whipped around numerous times making all my BANG noises.  OH MY GOSH! I couldn't go back to sleep for about twenty minutes!! haha I thought I'd be up all night but I guess I wore myself out, or my blood pressure was so high that I just passed out!&lt;br /&gt;YUP, that is my great story.  I can't believe I am such a baby. Scaredy Cat. Please feel free to add any other adjectives you see fit to include. I can't even watch the commercials for scary movies or I get freaked out and have to check under beds, in closets and showers before anyone goes to bed.  Seriously I need help! Oh, but that is a whole different day, because you see, I am getting help.  Professional help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet another day in the life of Psycho Jac&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3287748295846483709-6159161679687091182?l=stayingathomeforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stayingathomeforever.blogspot.com/feeds/6159161679687091182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3287748295846483709&amp;postID=6159161679687091182' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3287748295846483709/posts/default/6159161679687091182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3287748295846483709/posts/default/6159161679687091182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stayingathomeforever.blogspot.com/index.html#6159161679687091182' title='Yet another day in the life of Psycho Jac'/><author><name>StayingAtHomeForever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08191488927865283814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1wrlrTr-S84/R8ts3_ecgVI/AAAAAAAAABo/EckZvfYaG0g/S220/jaclyn.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3287748295846483709.post-1310207994392552087</id><published>2008-03-04T08:35:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T09:13:23.287-05:00</updated><title type='text'>2007</title><content type='html'>It's over. Seems like it just whipped by. Here's a recap:&lt;br /&gt;January - Celebrated 6 years of marraige&lt;br /&gt;February - M turned 3!&lt;br /&gt;March - Mom and Dad celebrate 28 years of marraige (he says 15 happy years together!)&lt;br /&gt;April - B turned 1!  BOUGHT OUR FIRST HOUSE!!!&lt;br /&gt;May - K finished and graduates from Kindergarten.  MOVED INTO OUR NEW HOUSE!&lt;br /&gt;June - Summer!&lt;br /&gt;July - ANNUAL DISNEY VACATION WITH THE WHOLE FAMILY&lt;br /&gt;August - Brought home two kitties (still asking myself why!)&lt;br /&gt;September - I turn 28!&lt;br /&gt;October - K's first Girl Scout Meeting&lt;br /&gt;November - K turned 7!  Big Daddy turned 30!!  My Lil Sis turned 27!&lt;br /&gt;December - Our second family, had a baby born!! He is so freakin cute too! Christmas!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that is all the major happenings.  If I think of any more I'll revise the list.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3287748295846483709-1310207994392552087?l=stayingathomeforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stayingathomeforever.blogspot.com/feeds/1310207994392552087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3287748295846483709&amp;postID=1310207994392552087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3287748295846483709/posts/default/1310207994392552087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3287748295846483709/posts/default/1310207994392552087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stayingathomeforever.blogspot.com/index.html#1310207994392552087' title='2007'/><author><name>StayingAtHomeForever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08191488927865283814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1wrlrTr-S84/R8ts3_ecgVI/AAAAAAAAABo/EckZvfYaG0g/S220/jaclyn.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3287748295846483709.post-3310228082580148689</id><published>2008-03-02T22:51:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T22:59:46.195-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'M BACK!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>This is short and to the point...&lt;br /&gt;I'M BACK!&lt;br /&gt;After just about a whole year of not blogging I'm going to try to jump on the train. I think it will be a great way to get rid of some of my "psycho-ness" and let all of you into my world.  I'll start tomorrow with a catch up of the year.  I've been telling myself that I need to start up again but never did.  After talking to a great friend the other night about blogging I finally told myself that I HAVE to jump back on the train.  SO! Here I am.  &lt;br /&gt;I also have to say that I have to do this for my bestest friend that lives on the other side of the country, you know who you are!  Even though we haven't talked much lately, as soon as we do it is like we didn't miss a day!  I have loved reading your blogs over the past year and hope to continue getting my updates from you as well as you keeping up to date with us too, since I haven't been doing so well with that, SORRY! I Love you though!! You are truely a great friend and I can't wait until we see each other again, I miss you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MORE LATER YO!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3287748295846483709-3310228082580148689?l=stayingathomeforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stayingathomeforever.blogspot.com/feeds/3310228082580148689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3287748295846483709&amp;postID=3310228082580148689' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3287748295846483709/posts/default/3310228082580148689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3287748295846483709/posts/default/3310228082580148689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stayingathomeforever.blogspot.com/index.html#3310228082580148689' title='I&apos;M BACK!!!!!!'/><author><name>StayingAtHomeForever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08191488927865283814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1wrlrTr-S84/R8ts3_ecgVI/AAAAAAAAABo/EckZvfYaG0g/S220/jaclyn.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3287748295846483709.post-3970218101273921002</id><published>2007-03-01T08:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T08:10:13.955-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just for my friend!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1wrlrTr-S84/RebQmA7NRfI/AAAAAAAAAA0/eK11_4ybmI0/s1600-h/lynn6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; 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margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1wrlrTr-S84/RebQgQ7NRbI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ccVZitZVgY0/s320/lynn2.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036942485978170802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1wrlrTr-S84/RebQgQ7NRcI/AAAAAAAAAAc/R8cLIQSahW8/s1600-h/lynn3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1wrlrTr-S84/RebQgQ7NRcI/AAAAAAAAAAc/R8cLIQSahW8/s320/lynn3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036942485978170818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1wrlrTr-S84/RebQgQ7NRdI/AAAAAAAAAAk/AfR6ywpBfeE/s1600-h/lynn4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1wrlrTr-S84/RebQgQ7NRdI/AAAAAAAAAAk/AfR6ywpBfeE/s320/lynn4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036942485978170834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1wrlrTr-S84/RebQgg7NReI/AAAAAAAAAAs/D91Qa9o22ek/s1600-h/lynn5.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1wrlrTr-S84/RebQgg7NReI/AAAAAAAAAAs/D91Qa9o22ek/s320/lynn5.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036942490273138146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3287748295846483709-3970218101273921002?l=stayingathomeforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stayingathomeforever.blogspot.com/feeds/3970218101273921002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3287748295846483709&amp;postID=3970218101273921002' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3287748295846483709/posts/default/3970218101273921002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3287748295846483709/posts/default/3970218101273921002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stayingathomeforever.blogspot.com/index.html#3970218101273921002' title='Just for my friend!'/><author><name>StayingAtHomeForever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08191488927865283814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1wrlrTr-S84/R8ts3_ecgVI/AAAAAAAAABo/EckZvfYaG0g/S220/jaclyn.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1wrlrTr-S84/RebQmA7NRfI/AAAAAAAAAA0/eK11_4ybmI0/s72-c/lynn6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3287748295846483709.post-3372504361661227959</id><published>2007-02-15T13:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-15T13:36:20.575-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Honey, You're a Keeper</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So, I took a few days off because of this stupid cold I have.  Thanks to the girls!  Took all of us to the doctor on Tuesday and only M gets medicine for her cough since she has asthma.  SO&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yesterday was Valentine's Day! woohoo. ya right.  I'm not a big fan of Valentine's Day, never have been.  I think it is just a day that is here so men HAVE to buy their wives, girlfriends, whatever you are roses, chocolates, cards, etc.  I don't understand.  Why does there have to be a day set aside for it.  (rambling; getting back on subject)  So every year I tell big daddy not to buy me anything because previous mentioned reasons and it is just no big deal  just a reason to go spend money we could be spending on something else (rambling again).   K, So Tuesday night big daddy gets home from school and as usual we are all in bed.  He comes to bed blah blah blah and says,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; Honey, You're a Keeper! ,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;   Great thanks babe,  i love you too!   good night&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So, Wednesday morning, valentine's day, he calls to make sure we are awake.  He asks if K and M are up yet. K was but not M.  He asks if we've seen our Valentine stuff yet.  Umm no, There is no Valentine stuff in the house.  Oh, he says , look in the dining room.  AAAHHH,  Big Daddy got K a purple bear, a box of chocolates and a red rose.  He got M a pink dog, a box of chocolates and a red rose and right smack in the middle of those is a pink rose and a solid chocolate fish with You're a Keeper wrote on the box!!   Yes he did good.  I'll have my chocolate fix taken care of for a while.  I know, he is so sweet. So we thank him, go wake M up and get all ready to take K to school.    which we bought her an outfit to wear just for Valentines Day.  So, with the weather the way it is lately, we never know if it will be cold or hot, I walk out the front door to check so we know whether or not she has to layer more clothes or not.  OK, so we are all finally ready to go open the door girls go out to get in grocery getter and they're both yelling, 'mommy there's flowers on the porch',    'ummm sorry girls but no there isn't, mommy was just out there and didn't see any flowers',    duh, mom,  i walked right past them and didn't even notice earlier!! Yes, it's true,  there on the porch in a vase stood 12 perfect pink roses waiting for mom from big daddy!  AAAHHHH , he is so sweet.   so, on the table goes the flowers and in the van goes the girls.   'mommy, mommy,  there are more flowers in the van!'    at this point I was like whatever, there is no way he would have got all this CRAP!!  so  I put baby in the carseat and open the driver door and BAM there they are, 12 beautiful red roses, a BIG box of chocolates and a card from my sweet sexy hubby.   AAAHHHH  yes, he is so very very sweet.  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So, Valentine's day in Big Daddies house was overwelming.  I am very grateful that God gave me this man who I will spend the rest of my life with.  That he knows what I'm thinking without even asking, who knows what I need and gives it to me with no hesitation.  I am so very thankful that he too wants to spend the rest of his life with me and we are making our lives journey together, forever.  He is my husband, my lover, my partner, my buddy, my best friend.  He is my life and I love him more than words can describe and more than I will ever be able to tell him.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3287748295846483709-3372504361661227959?l=stayingathomeforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stayingathomeforever.blogspot.com/feeds/3372504361661227959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3287748295846483709&amp;postID=3372504361661227959' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3287748295846483709/posts/default/3372504361661227959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3287748295846483709/posts/default/3372504361661227959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stayingathomeforever.blogspot.com/index.html#3372504361661227959' title='Honey, You&apos;re a Keeper'/><author><name>StayingAtHomeForever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08191488927865283814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1wrlrTr-S84/R8ts3_ecgVI/AAAAAAAAABo/EckZvfYaG0g/S220/jaclyn.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3287748295846483709.post-3292263059723087934</id><published>2007-02-08T11:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-08T11:01:34.870-05:00</updated><title type='text'>on and on</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;so, you asked, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; here.  but what do i write.  when i don't know what to put and just start typing  i ramble so just bear with me!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;just got off the phone with big daddy.  he's at work, not working though.  he's got a great job with a defense contractor and they never have parts in for him to work. doesn't make sense.  he is there for eight hours a day but only actually works two.  he's doing homework now. silly thing is his five managers, really five, know about this.  one has been in his room every day this week and running around trying to find him work to do.  they have a goal of sixteen units a week to put out and big daddy, if he had all the parts, can put out thirty five units just by himself and there are three shifts!  don't ask me, he doesn't understand either.  but go figure, that's exactly how the government works.  sounds just like his job in the navy! which he misses &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;soooo&lt;/span&gt; much.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;enough about big daddy though this is my blog! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I have to say that since talking to big daddy about some problems we've come to face recently I am feeling much much better.  we are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;consciously&lt;/span&gt; making an effort to hold hands and hug and talk and pop a kiss to each other.  AND the biggest is it hasn't yet been a week but we've had more sex in the past few days than the last month!! i know i probably shouldn't share that but it is such a big deal.  sex is a big deal, especially in a committed relationship, in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;marriage&lt;/span&gt;, in life...having intimacy with your partner counts for a lot.  and it feels good to know that after six years we've been married we can still 'enjoy' each other.  k, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;I'll&lt;/span&gt; stop on the sex!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I went to Church last night.  let me tell you, i can feel myself growing with god everyday.  it is such an amazing adventure.  last night our bible study was about war.  we read in the old testaments a few passages in different books about war and how and what role God played in war.  I have to say it is way to long and detailed to get into on here but i totally got something out of it that i didn't expect or realize before.  it seems to be happening &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; lately.  every &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Sunday&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Wednesday&lt;/span&gt; night i am actually listening carefully to the sermons or bible studies, taking notes, and reading over the notes later in the week.  wow, first during the lesson i am actually understanding and feel the presence of the holy spirit with me.  I, Me, Jaclyn, I'm getting something out of Church, out of these bible lessons.  I never thought the day would come that I would actually use my bible for more than a writing table and even more use it to learn and apply the things &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;I've&lt;/span&gt; learned to my life.  That being said, I'm not going for the "bible &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;thumper&lt;/span&gt;" title.  I am staying far from that as possible.  The last thing I want some one to call me is a bible &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;thumper&lt;/span&gt;, not that anything is wrong with that.  I guess what i don't want is someone thinking I am pushing my beliefs and my position with God on them.  There is someone at our Church who does that.  He is young, early twenties, just recently with in the last year and a half saved.  He is what i call a bible &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;thumper&lt;/span&gt;.  you can't have one conversation with him without him bringing in a bible verse or something to do with how god would look down on you.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;ugh&lt;/span&gt;  it drives me insane.  yes, i want god in my life, yes, i want a deep relationship with him and i want to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;consciously&lt;/span&gt; know when i am doing wrong,  but you know what EVERYONE SINS.  no matter what.  yes, you know you are doing wrong when you do it but like i learned in one of our studies, you have a choice.  do good or do bad.  (oh lord, this has rambled on forever)  anyway,  my point is yes, i want to show those that i love and that are close to me how great a relationship with God can be but I don't want to do it in a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;threatening&lt;/span&gt; way.  I want to listen to my music that makes me happy, watch the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;TV&lt;/span&gt; shows that make me happy, and i will do what i want and i will do it all knowing that God has forgiven my sins and will forgive all my sins I haven't even done yet because I have asked him to.  WOW  I told you I could ramble!!!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Now that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;I've&lt;/span&gt; got that out I've got housework to do.  Too bad the baby is sleeping in my arms so i can't get up and do any of it!!!  oops, sorry big daddy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;more later&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3287748295846483709-3292263059723087934?l=stayingathomeforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stayingathomeforever.blogspot.com/feeds/3292263059723087934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3287748295846483709&amp;postID=3292263059723087934' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3287748295846483709/posts/default/3292263059723087934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3287748295846483709/posts/default/3292263059723087934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stayingathomeforever.blogspot.com/index.html#3292263059723087934' title='on and on'/><author><name>StayingAtHomeForever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08191488927865283814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1wrlrTr-S84/R8ts3_ecgVI/AAAAAAAAABo/EckZvfYaG0g/S220/jaclyn.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3287748295846483709.post-2430990306977474302</id><published>2007-02-06T10:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T10:32:42.357-05:00</updated><title type='text'>newbie</title><content type='html'>so i've never posted a blog before. let alone know exactly what to say! i'm guessing it'll be like an online journal or diary for everyone and their mom to read.  just what i need, more people knowing every detail of my life!  read on!...&lt;br /&gt;our middle child turned three years old yesterday.  wow! i can't believe it. time flies.  seems like just yesterday we learned hubby was being discharged from the navy.  then pregnancy horrors and finally she was born.  we've been living back in florida for almost three years,,,,,three years...geez! she's been through alot in her life too.  from birth to now   God really has shown himself in her life and i am so very grateful that he has protected her from all she has been through.  (am i rambling yet?) &lt;br /&gt;hubby is at work. as always! he won't be home til ten tonight.  he has school, two classes today in fact.  i could go on all day about him.  he is the best ever.  i don't know how he does everything but he would be great in the circus.  he's working full time, taking four classes for his degree this semester, takes care of all the bills, money and household things that make me stressed.  on top of that doesn't say a word if he comes home and, like yesterday, doesn't have a clean pair of underwear or jeans to wear!  ooops sorry hun.  he just says, hey can you wash me some clothes today please. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohp.  gotta get the baby.  will finish the newbie later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3287748295846483709-2430990306977474302?l=stayingathomeforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stayingathomeforever.blogspot.com/feeds/2430990306977474302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3287748295846483709&amp;postID=2430990306977474302' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3287748295846483709/posts/default/2430990306977474302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3287748295846483709/posts/default/2430990306977474302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stayingathomeforever.blogspot.com/index.html#2430990306977474302' title='newbie'/><author><name>StayingAtHomeForever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08191488927865283814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1wrlrTr-S84/R8ts3_ecgVI/AAAAAAAAABo/EckZvfYaG0g/S220/jaclyn.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
