<?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-24427204</id><updated>2012-01-16T20:42:11.341-06:00</updated><category term='reasons not to call 911'/><category term='bloggy get togethers'/><category term='Vegas Baby'/><category term='teh internet twins'/><category term='nkotb'/><category term='Tad Award winner'/><category term='you like me'/><category term='piano players are hot'/><title type='text'>My Life... Just Pretend You're Interested</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swampbrat.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24427204/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swampbrat.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24427204/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Tori :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14963896000691417017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T-QJAcn94mY/TeJ79LuTdFI/AAAAAAAAFcc/aRZ7D0faM5U/s220/swampbratthumbnail-2.png'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>860</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24427204.post-5108762632759884635</id><published>2009-06-13T11:40:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T11:41:36.220-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I've moved!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;To visit me please go to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.swampbrat.net/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;www.swampbrat.net&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;. Please change your blogroll to this address as well. THANKS!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a30/anniepok/tori.gif" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24427204-5108762632759884635?l=swampbrat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swampbrat.blogspot.com/feeds/5108762632759884635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24427204&amp;postID=5108762632759884635&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24427204/posts/default/5108762632759884635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24427204/posts/default/5108762632759884635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swampbrat.blogspot.com/2009/06/ive-moved.html' title='I&apos;ve moved!!!'/><author><name>Tori :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14963896000691417017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T-QJAcn94mY/TeJ79LuTdFI/AAAAAAAAFcc/aRZ7D0faM5U/s220/swampbratthumbnail-2.png'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24427204.post-6916617108094501998</id><published>2009-06-11T07:07:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T07:07:00.553-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tad Award winner'/><title type='text'>Time for a TAD award</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bChnMuOsQw4/SjB1KLLPc6I/AAAAAAAAFXc/3CzdT2sw3QA/s1600-h/tad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345901575347860386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 111px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bChnMuOsQw4/SjB1KLLPc6I/AAAAAAAAFXc/3CzdT2sw3QA/s320/tad.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; What's a &lt;a href="http://www.swampbrat.net/search/label/Tad%20Award%20winner"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;TAD AWARD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; you might ask? Tad is the name of the fish on "Finding Nemo" who says "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm  OBNOXIOUS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;." I, on occasion, bestow the TAD AWARD upon people who piss me off, offend me, make me sick, cut me off in traffic, etc... etc... So, it's not really an award you want. You can read about the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;other TAD AWARD winners&lt;/span&gt; by clicking on the link above or on the fish pic in my sidebar.&lt;br /&gt;The recipient today is actually &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;TWO recipients&lt;/span&gt;, but they go together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll start with the chick at Alec's summer league basketball game. She is the mom of a boy Alec often rides his bike to school with. Her son has slept over at our house and lives in our neighborhood. I've spoke with her a few times in the past- always small talk, "&lt;em&gt;Hey, how ya doin'&lt;/em&gt;?" type stuff. Well, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;she also knows my ex&lt;/span&gt;. Idk how well, but they know each other. Who knows, maybe she goes to his church like 1/2 the county does... Anyway... at the game I saw her walk in. She stepped up on the bleachers &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;RIGHT &lt;/span&gt;beside me. I said, "&lt;em&gt;Hey! How's it goin?"&lt;/em&gt; She totally &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;didn't even acknowledge&lt;/span&gt; I said anything. Alrighty then.  I assumed she's not very observant like me and figured she didn't notice who I was. She went a few bleachers up and basically sat in front of my ex. So... Tristan leaves the ex's side to sit by me because I am awesome.  You'd think she'd notice &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;this 5'8" kid&lt;/span&gt; walk in front of her and sit by me. And she knows Tristan too... Well, she came down to take her lil boy to the restroom, walked right in front of me, turned her head towards the court as she past me. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Wha??&lt;/span&gt; Ok...  I'm playin' it cool. Maybe she really is that blind. She comes back, walks in front of me again and AGAIN turns her head. You're kidding right? Alec also ran off the court at 1/2 time and I stood up to hug him. You know she had to notice this, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;right?&lt;/span&gt; It's not like it was a packed gym or anything. But get this: Taj went over to her lil boy and asked him to play. So, for the last quarter of the game her son is playing right behind me with my son. Go ahead, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ask me&lt;/span&gt; if she ever acknowledged me? Ask me!! No- she didn't. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;WTH???!?!?!?&lt;/span&gt;  However, I'm not gonna hand her the award just yet. I'll give her the benefit of the doubt that she's just that socially retarded. I'll see how she treats me next Tuesday at Alec's game. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Stay tuned...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other recipient gets his award today and can &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;shove it&lt;/span&gt;. Seriously. He lives across the street from the ex's house and yes, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;he is an adult.&lt;/span&gt; I got to spend a couple of hours with the kids last nite for my weekly summer "visitation." &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HA!&lt;/span&gt; Anyway... I was dropping the kids off and Alec was still in the car with me. The neighbor came outside and noticed Alec, so he walked over to talk to him. Alec rolled down his window and this is the conversation that took place:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tad jerk&lt;/strong&gt;: "&lt;em&gt;Wsup Alec?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alec:&lt;/strong&gt; "&lt;em&gt;Hey! Wsup?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; "&lt;em&gt;Hi! I'm Alec's mom."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tad jerk:&lt;/strong&gt; *blank stare* *turns back to Alec*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alec:&lt;/strong&gt; "&lt;em&gt;Yeah, um, this is Scott. Scott this is my mom."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; "&lt;em&gt;Hi..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Scott:&lt;/strong&gt; *does not even look at me* "&lt;em&gt;I thought we were gonna play ball?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alec:&lt;/strong&gt; "&lt;em&gt;Oh, yeah, well it rained and I went out with my mom..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Scott:&lt;/strong&gt; "&lt;em&gt;Yeah, well we'll ball it up later."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alec:&lt;/strong&gt; "&lt;em&gt;Ok. See ya."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Scott turns around and walks off&lt;/span&gt;. No "nice to meet you", &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;nada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, seriously. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Who the hell are these people?&lt;/span&gt;  It really hurt my feelings. And let's see... what do they both have in common? &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Who&lt;/span&gt; do they both know?? Hmm... hold on... I think I'm putting &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2 and 2 together...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a30/anniepok/tori.gif" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24427204-6916617108094501998?l=swampbrat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swampbrat.blogspot.com/feeds/6916617108094501998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24427204&amp;postID=6916617108094501998&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24427204/posts/default/6916617108094501998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24427204/posts/default/6916617108094501998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swampbrat.blogspot.com/2009/06/time-for-tad-award.html' title='Time for a TAD award'/><author><name>Tori :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14963896000691417017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T-QJAcn94mY/TeJ79LuTdFI/AAAAAAAAFcc/aRZ7D0faM5U/s220/swampbratthumbnail-2.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bChnMuOsQw4/SjB1KLLPc6I/AAAAAAAAFXc/3CzdT2sw3QA/s72-c/tad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24427204.post-2762982065052965779</id><published>2009-06-10T08:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T08:03:01.830-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Please tell me this has happened in your house!!!</title><content type='html'>So, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Liv and Taj&lt;/span&gt; take baths together on occasion. Last nite they were bathing and I was in my room. Suddenly Taj &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;screamed&lt;/span&gt;. I went running to the bathroom thinking someone was hurt. Taj had jumped out of the bath. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"I'm never taking a bath with Livie again!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked him &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;why&lt;/span&gt; and this is what he told me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"She PEED on me!!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently she had somehow balanced herself into a straddle position with her feet on the sides of the tub and yep, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;peed right over his head &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;into his hair, down his face... gross &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;normal&lt;/span&gt;. Right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a30/anniepok/tori.gif" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24427204-2762982065052965779?l=swampbrat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swampbrat.blogspot.com/feeds/2762982065052965779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24427204&amp;postID=2762982065052965779&amp;isPopup=true' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24427204/posts/default/2762982065052965779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24427204/posts/default/2762982065052965779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swampbrat.blogspot.com/2009/06/please-tell-me-this-has-happened-in.html' title='Please tell me this has happened in your house!!!'/><author><name>Tori :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14963896000691417017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T-QJAcn94mY/TeJ79LuTdFI/AAAAAAAAFcc/aRZ7D0faM5U/s220/swampbratthumbnail-2.png'/></author><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24427204.post-1960130578695825102</id><published>2009-06-09T12:43:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T07:36:05.857-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuff that's exciting to me- but that's why my blog is called "PRETEND you're interested..."</title><content type='html'>I think Liv may be &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ambidextrous&lt;/span&gt;. She writes her letters with her right hand, but she bats a baseball&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; (like a pro!)&lt;/span&gt; with her left. It's interesting. And all I can think is "&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;That's gonna be so rad!! She'll be an ambidextrous point guard!!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; See, in basketball for the most part people are right handed, so when a point guard brings the ball down the court the defender usually tries to force them to dribble left because they aren't as comfortable. Well... Livie will be like on "The Princess Bride."&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; (start at 1:18)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="244" width="325"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/k7zvffHu_wo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/k7zvffHu_wo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="325" height="244"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She'll start out dribbling with her left and they'll force her right thinking it's her "weak hand." It won't matter because she'll be just as comfortable. And if she can shoot right and left... &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;oh, my dream come true&lt;/span&gt;!! And with her fiesty, kickbutt personality I know she'll be diving all over the court for the ball. I &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;CANNOT &lt;/span&gt;wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that's my exciting news of the day. I know... &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Crazy.&lt;/span&gt; Oh, and I'm hoping she's a little more graceful on the court than she is in this video... &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Thank you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://newbaby.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Newbaby.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; for my new VADO this was filmed with!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object id="vdoPlayer" codebase="http://fpdownload.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=" height="280" width="393" align="middle" classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000" name="vdoPlayer"&gt;&lt;param name="_cx" value="13044"&gt;&lt;param name="_cy" value="10054"&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="Movie" value="http://www.newbaby.com/videoPlayer.swf?_link=http://rd.newbaby.com/api3/files/94937E129358B89B.flv&amp;amp;_title=%20Silly%20kiddos%20slippin%20and%20slidin%20"&gt;&lt;param name="Src" value="http://www.newbaby.com/videoPlayer.swf?_link=http://rd.newbaby.com/api3/files/94937E129358B89B.flv&amp;amp;_title=%20Silly%20kiddos%20slippin%20and%20slidin%20"&gt;&lt;param name="WMode" value="Window"&gt;&lt;param name="Play" value="0"&gt;&lt;param name="Loop" value="-1"&gt;&lt;param name="Quality" value="High"&gt;&lt;param name="SAlign" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="Menu" value="-1"&gt;&lt;param name="Base" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="AllowScriptAccess" value="sameDomain"&gt;&lt;param name="Scale" value="ShowAll"&gt;&lt;param name="DeviceFont" value="0"&gt;&lt;param name="EmbedMovie" value="0"&gt;&lt;param name="BGColor" value="000000"&gt;&lt;param name="SWRemote" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="MovieData" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="SeamlessTabbing" value="1"&gt;&lt;param name="Profile" value="0"&gt;&lt;param name="ProfileAddress" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="ProfilePort" value="0"&gt;&lt;param name="AllowNetworking" value="all"&gt;&lt;param name="AllowFullScreen" value="false"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.newbaby.com/videoPlayer.swf?_link=http://rd.newbaby.com/api3/files/94937E129358B89B.flv&amp;_title=%20Silly%20kiddos%20slippin%20and%20slidin%20" quality="high" bgcolor="#000000" width="393" height="280" name="vdoPlayer" align="middle" allowscriptaccess="sameDomain" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a30/anniepok/tori.gif" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24427204-1960130578695825102?l=swampbrat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swampbrat.blogspot.com/feeds/1960130578695825102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24427204&amp;postID=1960130578695825102&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24427204/posts/default/1960130578695825102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24427204/posts/default/1960130578695825102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swampbrat.blogspot.com/2009/06/stuff-thats-exciting-to-me-but-thats.html' title='Stuff that&apos;s exciting to me- but that&apos;s why my blog is called &quot;PRETEND you&apos;re interested...&quot;'/><author><name>Tori :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14963896000691417017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T-QJAcn94mY/TeJ79LuTdFI/AAAAAAAAFcc/aRZ7D0faM5U/s220/swampbratthumbnail-2.png'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24427204.post-6857998467511033135</id><published>2009-06-08T06:50:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T07:49:08.744-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Weeks review</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tristan, Alec and Isabel are at the ex's now. Let's just hope there's &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; a repeat of &lt;a href="http://www.swampbrat.net/2008/06/updates.html"&gt;last summer&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sei and I went to dinner and a movie with my brother and SIL. Ok, DON'T see "&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=p-REviL75zg"&gt;Drag Me To Hell&lt;/a&gt;." &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You will lose brain cells&lt;/span&gt;. I jumped a lot, but I think I laughed more than anything. A goat talked in it- if that helps you decide NOT to go see it. On a positive note, the "Mac" guy is in it. He's cute.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have some &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;major excitement&lt;/span&gt; coming up on my blog. I can hardly wait!!!! Visit &lt;a href="http://stitchbladedesigns.com/"&gt;Stitchblade Designs&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://notsoaveragemama.com/"&gt;Not So Average Mama&lt;/a&gt; for a clue. Not So Average Mama is also hosting another cool giveaway you should check out- especially &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;if your child wears glasses&lt;/span&gt;!! Check it out &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://notsoaveragemama.com/2009/06/07/ficklets-eyewear-charm-huggers-review-and-giveaway"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lakers are in the finals. I live with Sei- the Kobe fan. Gag. But I did read &lt;a href="http://www.tmz.com/2009/03/25/kobe-maid-it-was-the-crappiest-job-ever"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;THIS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and it made me feel a lil better. Please read some of the comments and take the poll!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I've been cutting carbs a lot and have lost a few pounds this week. I've been doing it without &lt;a href="http://www.pricesexposed.net/"&gt;diet pills&lt;/a&gt;, but I'm not above using them. I wanna look good on vacation!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Taj found an old birdcage and naturally he has his pet &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;FROG &lt;/span&gt;inside it. I love my Tajy. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Speaking of Taj, he's quite the swimmer. He's been swimming floaty-less since last summer. This year he swims underwater a lot, which is cool but scares me at the same time. Here's a short video of him. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;No looking at my husband&lt;/span&gt;. ;)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object style="WIDTH: 425px; HEIGHT: 322px" height="322" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cOPQV7eIkj8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cOPQV7eIkj8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a30/anniepok/tori.gif" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24427204-6857998467511033135?l=swampbrat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swampbrat.blogspot.com/feeds/6857998467511033135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24427204&amp;postID=6857998467511033135&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24427204/posts/default/6857998467511033135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24427204/posts/default/6857998467511033135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swampbrat.blogspot.com/2009/06/weeks-review.html' title='Weeks review'/><author><name>Tori :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14963896000691417017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T-QJAcn94mY/TeJ79LuTdFI/AAAAAAAAFcc/aRZ7D0faM5U/s220/swampbratthumbnail-2.png'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24427204.post-7888938674678294950</id><published>2009-06-08T06:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T10:41:46.858-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Giveaway you MUST check out</title><content type='html'>Ok, I'm only telling you about this giveaway because it gets me an extra entry. I really plan on winning it... ;) If you go to &lt;a href="http://thedirtytshirt.com/step2%c2%ae-nature-station-playhouse-review-giveaway#comment-50910"&gt;The Dirty Shirt&lt;/a&gt; you can win a Step 2 Nature Station Playhouse!! Yes- the actual PLAYHOUSE.  You know that &lt;a href="http://www.step2.com/index.cfm"&gt;Step2&lt;/a&gt; is a name that can be trusted!! So, go check out the giveaway!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344982134947842802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bChnMuOsQw4/Si0w7sxgCvI/AAAAAAAAFXU/DtVDFBZICZk/s200/step2naturestation.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a30/anniepok/tori.gif" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24427204-7888938674678294950?l=swampbrat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swampbrat.blogspot.com/feeds/7888938674678294950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24427204&amp;postID=7888938674678294950&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24427204/posts/default/7888938674678294950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24427204/posts/default/7888938674678294950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swampbrat.blogspot.com/2009/06/giveaway-you-must-check-out.html' title='Giveaway you MUST check out'/><author><name>Tori :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14963896000691417017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T-QJAcn94mY/TeJ79LuTdFI/AAAAAAAAFcc/aRZ7D0faM5U/s220/swampbratthumbnail-2.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bChnMuOsQw4/Si0w7sxgCvI/AAAAAAAAFXU/DtVDFBZICZk/s72-c/step2naturestation.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24427204.post-503592915162634297</id><published>2009-06-03T10:41:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T07:52:38.744-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer and... stuff</title><content type='html'>So... tomorrow is the last day of school here. Then on Friday evening the kids leave to go to the ex's for their summer visitation. In the past they have spent the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;6 weeks&lt;/span&gt; there all right in a row. This summer we're trying something different where we're splitting it 3 weeks in June, a few long weekends in July that equal a week and then 2 weeks in August. We'll see if this works better or sucks more. Poor Taj has been drawing pictures all day for Tristan, Alec and Isabel to tell them "Bye" and that he'll miss them. Yesterday he told Sei, "&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;In a few days Alec has to go to M___'s for a very, very long time.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/em&gt; It was so sad. So... on Friday the Suck-fest begins! On a happy note, I did work it out the where I have weekly visits for a couple of hours. Taj will love it although his heart will break again at the end of each visit. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Kelsea and Karlea&lt;/span&gt; come on July 4 so we are all stoked about that!!&lt;br /&gt;In July we'll be taking a weeklong trip to Florida.&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; (Thank goodness for my parents and their timeshare condo &amp;amp; a beach that is free to hang out on all day!! )&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(No, we aren't taking an &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.orlandothemeparkvacations.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Orlando vacations&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; but we are going to a very cool area!) &lt;/span&gt;Bad people reading this&lt;/span&gt;- there will be someone housesitting so don't even think about trying to steal our 10 year old tv, Super Nintendo or Disney VHS collection... I am so ready for this vacay. It is so needed and I think deserved with all the crap we've been served this year. All I have to say is if &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;MY &lt;/span&gt;ex thinks he has it bad with an ex-wife who &lt;em&gt;doesn't&lt;/em&gt; interfere with visitation &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(and never has and in fact used to pay for 1.5 out of 2 trips to Texas from Utah),&lt;/span&gt; doesn't ask for more child support or money for extracurricular stuff, doesn't badmouth him &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(except on my blog, but it's MY blog so I can...)&lt;/span&gt; then I'm sure Seiuli would be totally &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;THRILLED&lt;/span&gt; to trade exes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------&lt;br /&gt;On another note...&lt;br /&gt;In case you haven't noticed with the last 2 posts and probably emails you may have received... my new hobby is &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;entering giveaways on blogs&lt;/span&gt;. So far I've won 2!! YAY!! So usually when I blog about it or send you an email it gets me another entry. Just so ya know...&lt;br /&gt;Also, I'm trying to monetize a lil from my blog, so if you "&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;follow" me here and on Twitter&lt;/span&gt; it makes me look more popular... I've never had the "Follow me" thing up in my sidebar because I think it's kinda high school-ish, but now I need it, so it's there. :) I'm also going to be hosting a giveaway on my blog soon that I will need &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;y'all to spread the word about!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And... apparently that whole thing with Eminem and Bruno at the MTV movie awards was staged. In that case... it's still totally disgusting. I talked to my boys about it and told them it's not ok for people to stick their buttcracks into other's faces. Yeah... it went along with my "&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;hazing is bad&lt;/span&gt;" talk I was already having. Do you know that hazing is pretty huge at summer high school sports camps? I don't want something to happen to my freshman football player!! So... &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hazing &lt;/span&gt;is one of the things I've talked to my kids about. And &lt;a "no follow" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Inhalant"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;huffing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and bullying. I have &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ZERO tolerance&lt;/span&gt; for bullying. I make sure to point out mean scenes in movies- like on "Spiderman" when all the kids on the bus are mean to Peter- and I threaten my kids... "If you EVER treat someone like that I will spank your butt &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;IN FRONT OF YOUR FRIENDS&lt;/span&gt;!" I can feel the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Samoan&lt;/span&gt; comin' out in me!! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've talked to my kids about a lot of things that Sei is kinda like "&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You're weird..."&lt;/span&gt; about, but that's another post....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a30/anniepok/tori.gif" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24427204-503592915162634297?l=swampbrat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swampbrat.blogspot.com/feeds/503592915162634297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24427204&amp;postID=503592915162634297&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24427204/posts/default/503592915162634297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24427204/posts/default/503592915162634297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swampbrat.blogspot.com/2009/06/summer-and-stuff.html' title='Summer and... stuff'/><author><name>Tori :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14963896000691417017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T-QJAcn94mY/TeJ79LuTdFI/AAAAAAAAFcc/aRZ7D0faM5U/s220/swampbratthumbnail-2.png'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24427204.post-3943504283633069535</id><published>2009-06-03T08:35:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T09:40:43.052-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Awesome Giveaway!!!</title><content type='html'>Hey everyone! I was just wanting to let you know about The Giveaway's 1st Birthday Bash that will run June 5th-12th. Haven't heard about 'The Giveaway'? It's this great blog that has several easy-to-enter giveaways starting every week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the Birthday Bash will be the biggest week ever! There are over $2100 in prizes to be given out! Starting with a Giveaway Carnival on Friday, June 5th, a Photo Contest on Saturday, Scavenger Hunt on Sunday, regular giveaways Mon-Thurs, a LIVE Grand Prize Giveaway on Friday, June 12th, and Daily Door Prizes. This is going to be HUGE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For more info on the Birthday Bash, here's the link: &lt;a href="http://www.the-giveaway.com/2009/05/giveaways-1st-birthday-bash"&gt;http://www.the-giveaway.com/2009/05/giveaways-1st-birthday-bash&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember, it starts this Friday, June 5th with The Giveaway's 1st Annual Birthday Carnival! So if you are hosting a family-friendly giveaway on your blog, you can enter it in the Carnival and be entered to win a great Prize Package, as well as Friday's Door Prize!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you blog about this too (before Friday, June 5th) (just copy and paste this post), then you will be entered to win the special Early Bird Prize! Just come back here: &lt;a href="http://www.the-giveaway.com/2009/06/birthday-bash-early-bird-giveaway"&gt;www.the-giveaway.com/2009/06/birthday-bash-early-bird-giveaway&lt;/a&gt; and leave a comment with your blog post url!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope to see you there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.the-giveaway.com/"&gt;www.the-giveaway.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a30/anniepok/tori.gif" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24427204-3943504283633069535?l=swampbrat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swampbrat.blogspot.com/feeds/3943504283633069535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24427204&amp;postID=3943504283633069535&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24427204/posts/default/3943504283633069535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24427204/posts/default/3943504283633069535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swampbrat.blogspot.com/2009/06/awesome-giveaway.html' title='Awesome Giveaway!!!'/><author><name>Tori :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14963896000691417017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T-QJAcn94mY/TeJ79LuTdFI/AAAAAAAAFcc/aRZ7D0faM5U/s220/swampbratthumbnail-2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24427204.post-7847280681940651062</id><published>2009-06-02T11:56:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T11:58:05.204-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Father's Day Idea</title><content type='html'>Hey y'all- there is a cool giveaway going on over at &lt;a href="http://notsoaveragemama.com/2009/06/02/18x24-poster-print-fathers-day-giveaway/"&gt;Not So Average Mama&lt;/a&gt;. You can win a 18 x 24 Poster Print of your favorite pic! This could be a really cool idea for Father's day. I just had a poster made of Seiuli with his surfboard while on his trip to Hawaii that we do not speak of... (still bitter...)  Go on and check out the giveaway. It's simple to enter- leave a comment!! Can't get much simpler than that!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a30/anniepok/tori.gif" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24427204-7847280681940651062?l=swampbrat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swampbrat.blogspot.com/feeds/7847280681940651062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24427204&amp;postID=7847280681940651062&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24427204/posts/default/7847280681940651062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24427204/posts/default/7847280681940651062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swampbrat.blogspot.com/2009/06/fathers-day-idea.html' title='Father&apos;s Day Idea'/><author><name>Tori :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14963896000691417017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T-QJAcn94mY/TeJ79LuTdFI/AAAAAAAAFcc/aRZ7D0faM5U/s220/swampbratthumbnail-2.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24427204.post-6606396563311269219</id><published>2009-06-01T10:29:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T14:24:21.187-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My thoughts on the MTV Movie Awards</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1st thought-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Yesssssssssssss. Jacob is lookin' all hot with short hair and a ripped chest. I think I can lust and not feel TOTALLY like a dirty old lady. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Maybe a lil, but that's ok...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="244" width="325"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kSFMmkMfQ5Q&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kSFMmkMfQ5Q&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="325" height="244"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2nd thought-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;WTH?!?! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.people.com/people/article/0,,20282355,00.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;This&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; was WRONG on so many different levels. Eminem should sue- and I don't even like Eminem. I'm sorry, you don't stick your buttcrack in someone's face like that. He deserved to get his a$$ kicked. Seriously. I didn't laugh at.all. It was wrong and disturbed me. A lot. Maybe &lt;em&gt;I'll&lt;/em&gt; sue...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;3rd thought-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The host, Adam Samberg, wasn't very funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a30/anniepok/tori.gif" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24427204-6606396563311269219?l=swampbrat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swampbrat.blogspot.com/feeds/6606396563311269219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24427204&amp;postID=6606396563311269219&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24427204/posts/default/6606396563311269219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24427204/posts/default/6606396563311269219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swampbrat.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-thoughts-on-mtv-movie-awards.html' title='My thoughts on the MTV Movie Awards'/><author><name>Tori :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14963896000691417017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T-QJAcn94mY/TeJ79LuTdFI/AAAAAAAAFcc/aRZ7D0faM5U/s220/swampbratthumbnail-2.png'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24427204.post-6749462167453675410</id><published>2009-05-31T21:14:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T17:15:57.408-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Birth order-- pointless post</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;There are 5 kids in my family. I always consider myself the middle child even though I am technically the 2nd child. "Why?" you ask. Well, because my brother, the 4th kid, wasn't born until I was 10. That's a long time to spend in the middle of 2 other girls. And then the 5th child wasn't born until I was almost 18. So, yeah... I was the "middle child" long enough to get warped. This what I found off a &lt;a href="http://www.childdevelopmentinfo.com/development/birth_order.htm"&gt;birth order website&lt;/a&gt; regarding the middle child of 3:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Has neither rights of oldest nor privileges of youngest.&lt;br /&gt;* Feels life is unfair.&lt;br /&gt;* Feels unloved, left out, "squeezed."&lt;br /&gt;* Feels doesn't have place in family.&lt;br /&gt;* Becomes discouraged and "problem child" or elevates self by pushing down other siblings.&lt;br /&gt;* Is adaptable.&lt;br /&gt;* Learns to deal with both oldest and youngest sibling. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And this is what is says for the 2nd child:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;* Never has parents' undivided attention.&lt;br /&gt;* Always has sibling ahead who's more advanced.&lt;br /&gt;* Acts as if in race, trying to catch up or overtake first child. If first child is "good," second may become "bad." Develops abilities first child doesn't exhibit. If first child successful, may feel uncertain of self and abilities.&lt;br /&gt;* May be rebel.&lt;br /&gt;* Often doesn't like position.&lt;br /&gt;* Feels "squeezed" if third child is born.&lt;br /&gt;* May push down other siblings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.... yep. Sounds pretty right on to me. I'm not sure *why* it works out that way, but it does. Maybe it's because back when I was born there weren't cool things like &lt;a href="http://www.thesource.ca/estore/category.aspx?language=en-CA&amp;amp;catalog=Online&amp;amp;category=Video+Camcorders&amp;amp;pagenum=1&amp;amp;sort=1"&gt;camcorders&lt;/a&gt; so unlike with my little sister- my first 3 years aren't all on tape!! And I think it may have been different if my older sister was a boy, etc... I think that makes a difference. You should go check out that site and see if it matches up with your birth order. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I don't think anyone did anything to make me feel "squeezed" or turn me into a "rebel." I was born with a rebellious streak, I think, but I don't think that's handed out just because I was the 2nd child. And I think that streak can be a blessing as much as it has been a curse. It's a certain strength I have when I reign it in to do good. lol &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I've written warped middle child stories in the past. Such as my "&lt;a href="http://www.swampbrat.net/2006/03/marcia-marcia-marcia.html"&gt;Marcia, Marcia, Marcia&lt;/a&gt;" post and my "&lt;a href="http://www.swampbrat.net/2007/12/middle-child-warped-story.html"&gt;Tattle Tail&lt;/a&gt;" story. There's plenty more where that came from if you keep reading my blog... &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(say that like Napoleon.)&lt;/span&gt; I had another story planned and I just totally forgot it. I must be healing. haha &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a30/anniepok/tori.gif" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24427204-6749462167453675410?l=swampbrat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swampbrat.blogspot.com/feeds/6749462167453675410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24427204&amp;postID=6749462167453675410&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24427204/posts/default/6749462167453675410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24427204/posts/default/6749462167453675410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swampbrat.blogspot.com/2009/05/birth-order-pointless-post.html' title='Birth order-- pointless post'/><author><name>Tori :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14963896000691417017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T-QJAcn94mY/TeJ79LuTdFI/AAAAAAAAFcc/aRZ7D0faM5U/s220/swampbratthumbnail-2.png'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24427204.post-3901456494741666884</id><published>2009-05-28T08:47:00.012-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T10:20:50.922-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I heard</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Heard on the way to school today:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Mom, I wanna listen to "Cuz I'm just a teenage dirtbag baaaaaby...."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-Taj&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I kissed a girl and it's yucky. I wish I had listened to Mommy..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-Me, singing my new version of "I Kissed a Girl" for Tristan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Heard last nite during the 4th quarter of the Lakers/Nuggets game:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Tori, you know if they win you'll get LU-CK-YYYYYYY."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-Sei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Man, if they lose I"m gonna have to cut you off babe."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-Sei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;**ROLLING EYES REALLY LOUDLY**&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Heard everytime I walk in the bathroom... still&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Pee or poop Mom?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-Liv&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Heard 'round the world and blogosphere:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY &lt;a href="http://mascowbell.blogspot.com/"&gt;NO COOL STORY&lt;/a&gt;!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I ♥ ya!!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340875886505204818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bChnMuOsQw4/Sh6aUlSXnFI/AAAAAAAAFVU/9jKmfaOLI5Q/s320/Dallaswkendtwins.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(ps. I mailed your gift late. UPS should deliver it by Monday. That is all...)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;--------------&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You can go to Reidsupply.com and check out the free &lt;a href="http://www.reidsupply.com/cad.aspx"&gt;cad drawing&lt;/a&gt; designs!!! It's a super cool site and easy to navigate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a30/anniepok/tori.gif" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24427204-3901456494741666884?l=swampbrat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swampbrat.blogspot.com/feeds/3901456494741666884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24427204&amp;postID=3901456494741666884&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24427204/posts/default/3901456494741666884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24427204/posts/default/3901456494741666884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swampbrat.blogspot.com/2009/05/things-i-heard.html' title='Things I heard'/><author><name>Tori :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14963896000691417017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T-QJAcn94mY/TeJ79LuTdFI/AAAAAAAAFcc/aRZ7D0faM5U/s220/swampbratthumbnail-2.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bChnMuOsQw4/Sh6aUlSXnFI/AAAAAAAAFVU/9jKmfaOLI5Q/s72-c/Dallaswkendtwins.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24427204.post-8021879389947598314</id><published>2009-05-26T09:35:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T22:03:07.243-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Blah</title><content type='html'>Hey, remember &lt;a href="http://www.swampbrat.net/2009/04/birthdays-and-what-not.html"&gt;these lil plants&lt;/a&gt; from back in April?? Well, this is what they look like now!!:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bChnMuOsQw4/Shv-XYysjqI/AAAAAAAAFVM/S0-UogJngF0/s1600-h/DSCN5578.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340141460923387554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bChnMuOsQw4/Shv-XYysjqI/AAAAAAAAFVM/S0-UogJngF0/s400/DSCN5578.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yeah. We pretty much rock at gardening... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;---------------------&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I've been having a bum time lately. Idk what the deal is. I kinda feel like I did in high school where I'm thinkin "&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Who the heck am I?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Do y'all ever do that or am I just weird? I feel like I'm such a mix of like 40 different personalities. Thankfully my husband loves every one of them- for the most part. I know he has a hard time understanding my "rebellious" nature, but he tries his best not to look at me like I'm a total dirtbag. lol "Dirtbag" is my word of the day. I was listening to Wheatus' song "Teenage Dirtbag" and Tristan thought that was the funniest word ever. lol Heard another funny saying I'll be stealing. When we were chatting, &lt;a href="http://notsoaveragemama.blogspot.com/"&gt;Not So Average Mama&lt;/a&gt; said "&lt;em&gt;I think we all have a first crap bag..."&lt;/em&gt; referring to sucky exes. lol Crap bags indeed!&lt;br /&gt;---------------------&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I had a garage sale this week and made $175. YAY! We have a trip planned to Florida this summer which will be our 1st complete family vacation since I was pregnant with Taj. We don't have the money to go because all our money &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(and then some;)&lt;/span&gt; has been going to an attorney in Canada. But thankfully my parents own a timeshare in Florida, with a built in kitchen, etc... so basically all we have to do is get there and buy groceries and hang on the beach. I am thankful that certain people haven't&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; completely&lt;/span&gt; ruined everything. And now with the $175 we can decide between gas money to Florida or 1/2 an hour of attorney fees. Decisions....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;--------------------&lt;/p&gt;I've still been doing P90X although not 6 days a week. It's more like 4 days a week. I switched from Classic to Lean because let's face it- pull ups aren't gonna make my butt smaller. The lean version concentrates more on weightloss. Sei is doing the classic version. Oh- speaking of pull ups... If I jump I can do one. ONE- which is the same amount I could do in 5th grade. Yesssssssssssssss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's about it. I would write more but I don't wanna bore you with my depressiveness. :P Have a happy day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a30/anniepok/tori.gif" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24427204-8021879389947598314?l=swampbrat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swampbrat.blogspot.com/feeds/8021879389947598314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24427204&amp;postID=8021879389947598314&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24427204/posts/default/8021879389947598314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24427204/posts/default/8021879389947598314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swampbrat.blogspot.com/2009/05/blah.html' title='Blah'/><author><name>Tori :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14963896000691417017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T-QJAcn94mY/TeJ79LuTdFI/AAAAAAAAFcc/aRZ7D0faM5U/s220/swampbratthumbnail-2.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bChnMuOsQw4/Shv-XYysjqI/AAAAAAAAFVM/S0-UogJngF0/s72-c/DSCN5578.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24427204.post-3623235680477305974</id><published>2009-05-22T15:32:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T15:38:41.292-05:00</updated><title type='text'>3 things</title><content type='html'>1) When you're making an online payment for something make sure you click the right box. Because if you accidently click the "Pay statement balance" and you still owe $7000 on your car, they are going to try to take $7000 out of your bank account. And you won't discover this until you're trying to buy chicken nuggets in the McDonald's drivethru.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Some people suck. I can't believe how bad some people suck. I tried to find a pic to post that would give a cleaned up version of a middle finger salute, but couldn't. But if I did I'd be waving it to the north- and I'm not talkin' about Oklahoma. (Or you, &lt;a href="http://imonehappymama.blogspot.com/"&gt;Yvonne&lt;/a&gt;!!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Speaking of Yvonne!!! I got to hang out with her and her sweet hubby for a while yesterday. Jealous?? You should be!! Thanks again Yvonne! You're awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a30/anniepok/tori.gif" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24427204-3623235680477305974?l=swampbrat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swampbrat.blogspot.com/feeds/3623235680477305974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24427204&amp;postID=3623235680477305974&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24427204/posts/default/3623235680477305974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24427204/posts/default/3623235680477305974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swampbrat.blogspot.com/2009/05/3-things.html' title='3 things'/><author><name>Tori :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14963896000691417017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T-QJAcn94mY/TeJ79LuTdFI/AAAAAAAAFcc/aRZ7D0faM5U/s220/swampbratthumbnail-2.png'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24427204.post-7500021596024853694</id><published>2009-05-20T10:54:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T11:00:48.801-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Nice excuse Sei...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;So... on Monday Sei was feeling sick so we didn't watch the "24" season finale. Last nite on my way home from the library I text him "&lt;em&gt;24 tonite?"&lt;/em&gt; and he said "10-4." Yeah, ask me if we watched "24"??? Go on, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ASK ME&lt;/span&gt;. That would be a big &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;NEGATIVE GHOSTRIDER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Sei watched the Laker game instead. This morning when I confronted him about our broken date he said, "&lt;em&gt;Oh, I thought when you said '24' that you meant Kobe&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337936544993373202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 223px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bChnMuOsQw4/ShQpAY3n7BI/AAAAAAAAFU8/HrTZm4lDVvg/s320/kobe.jpg" border="0" /&gt;DOES NOT =&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337936547919337170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 181px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bChnMuOsQw4/ShQpAjxOltI/AAAAAAAAFVE/ZsKw2Cs6LCI/s320/jackbauerisdead.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a30/anniepok/tori.gif" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24427204-7500021596024853694?l=swampbrat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swampbrat.blogspot.com/feeds/7500021596024853694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24427204&amp;postID=7500021596024853694&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24427204/posts/default/7500021596024853694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24427204/posts/default/7500021596024853694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swampbrat.blogspot.com/2009/05/nice-excuse-sei.html' title='Nice excuse Sei...'/><author><name>Tori :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14963896000691417017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T-QJAcn94mY/TeJ79LuTdFI/AAAAAAAAFcc/aRZ7D0faM5U/s220/swampbratthumbnail-2.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bChnMuOsQw4/ShQpAY3n7BI/AAAAAAAAFU8/HrTZm4lDVvg/s72-c/kobe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24427204.post-8629479354760823431</id><published>2009-05-18T07:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T09:01:10.602-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lameness</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;LAME BLOGGER:&lt;/span&gt;  I have been so lame about commenting on blogs. I really have. It's not that I don't love y'all. I am just lazy. I don't feel like commenting. But I AM reading. I am just lame.  I see a lot of y'all on Facebook so I feel like I'm still connected... That's all. Don't hate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;LAME MOM:&lt;/span&gt; So, Tristan got a detention. He brings the slip to me, I look at it and start laughing uncontrollably. The teacher had written:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"This is a non-gum chewing campus...."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;For some reason that just struck me as hilarious. Not a non-drugs campus or weapon-free campus or whatever. A "&lt;em&gt;Non-gum chewing campus&lt;/em&gt;." So... yes. Instead of reprimanding my child for his rebellious gum chewing (gum I supplied  him) I laughed at his teacher. Niiiiiiice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;LAME MOM&lt;/span&gt; again...:  Alec has started riding his bike to school because he likes to stop at a friend's house to play basketball before school. This morning I was taking Tristan to school and passed Alec playing. He had on his Kobe jersey, so instead of yelling something like, "&lt;em&gt;Have a great day at school son!"&lt;/em&gt; instead I rolled down my window and yelled, "&lt;em&gt;KOBE SUCKS!!!!!"&lt;/em&gt; The kids were all shocked thinking "&lt;em&gt;Who is that crazy lady&lt;/em&gt;!?" but then Alec laughed and yelled back at me something like "&lt;em&gt;MOM, DON'T HATE!!"  &lt;/em&gt;Better than, "&lt;em&gt;Mom, I hate you&lt;/em&gt;!" I am such an embarrassing parent. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;LAME WIFE:&lt;/span&gt; I left my husband home with Liv and Taj on Saturday for a girls nite out. &lt;a href="http://blelmer.blogspot.com/"&gt;Some&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.chesneyc.blogspot.com/"&gt;of&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.chesneyc.blogspot.com/"&gt;my&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.krainikfamily.blogspot.com/"&gt;friends&lt;/a&gt; and I were going out for my  bday. I just felt bad because when I left he was cussing at a ceiling fan he was trying to hang. I brought him cheesecake to make up for it though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;LAME POST:&lt;/span&gt; Yeah, my bad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a30/anniepok/tori.gif" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24427204-8629479354760823431?l=swampbrat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swampbrat.blogspot.com/feeds/8629479354760823431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24427204&amp;postID=8629479354760823431&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24427204/posts/default/8629479354760823431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24427204/posts/default/8629479354760823431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swampbrat.blogspot.com/2009/05/lameness.html' title='Lameness'/><author><name>Tori :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14963896000691417017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T-QJAcn94mY/TeJ79LuTdFI/AAAAAAAAFcc/aRZ7D0faM5U/s220/swampbratthumbnail-2.png'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24427204.post-7258068526533441282</id><published>2009-05-13T11:39:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T12:48:49.914-05:00</updated><title type='text'>6 spazzy letters</title><content type='html'>Dear Livie,&lt;br /&gt;Yes, you will one day "Get big boons." But could you maybe refrain from asking about them and touching my "boons" when we're in line at Kroger? Also, when I am in the bathroom with the door shut it is totally not your business if I "have pees or poop." Besides, chicks don't poop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you.&lt;br /&gt;Mommy&lt;br /&gt;---------------------&lt;br /&gt;Dear Alec,&lt;br /&gt;I love you and you're awesome, but will you please, please, please cut your hair? You're really starting to look like Napoleon Dynamite. And although you're still handsome &amp;amp; I love your curls, I really wanna take you to the "Cuttin' Corral" to get yer hair did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:):)&lt;br /&gt;Mom&lt;br /&gt;----------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Tristan,&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry that the bishop wasn't diggin' your fo-hawk at church. I loved it and thought you looked great. Don't worry- I took the blame. He knows I'm a troublemaker, so it's all good. I told him he was lucky I didn't use the red hair gel. I'm just sayin'... I gotcho back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;Mom&lt;br /&gt;-------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Isabel,&lt;br /&gt;You are so beautiful and I love laughing with you. I also don't mind that you choose the music from my iPod to listen to when we get in the car. But do you think we could play something different than "Poker Face" occasionally? It's gettin' a little old. Plus, I don't really want you to learn all the words. I still feel bad that you sing "Gives You Hell." I blame myself for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you!&lt;br /&gt;Mom&lt;br /&gt;------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Taj,&lt;br /&gt;I really need your teeth to stop falling out. The Tooth Fairy called and said that a 5 year old losing 7 teeth already is unheard of and she is going broke. She also would like to request you NOT lose any more teeth on Saturday evenings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Mommy &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;----------------------&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Seiuli,&lt;br /&gt;Um, hi. Could you do me a favor? Stop lookin' so hot in your police uniform. It's getting ridiculous. You come home, dinner's on the table and all I can think about is you. Much yummier than the meatloaf. You know I can't trust all those &lt;a href="http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=badge+bunny"&gt;badge bunnies&lt;/a&gt; out there. So, tone it down a bit Officer Gorgeous. Love you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Your wife&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a30/anniepok/tori.gif" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24427204-7258068526533441282?l=swampbrat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swampbrat.blogspot.com/feeds/7258068526533441282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24427204&amp;postID=7258068526533441282&amp;isPopup=true' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24427204/posts/default/7258068526533441282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24427204/posts/default/7258068526533441282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swampbrat.blogspot.com/2009/05/6-spazzy-letters.html' title='6 spazzy letters'/><author><name>Tori :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14963896000691417017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T-QJAcn94mY/TeJ79LuTdFI/AAAAAAAAFcc/aRZ7D0faM5U/s220/swampbratthumbnail-2.png'/></author><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24427204.post-8768224231323746597</id><published>2009-05-11T00:20:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T16:02:24.285-05:00</updated><title type='text'>*"The great Larry Bird, jersey 33..."</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;* If you can tell me what my title is from you get 1000 cool points!! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334386264179358194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bChnMuOsQw4/SgeMC2MiOfI/AAAAAAAAFUU/9Q5eKrgqqKk/s320/larrybird.jpg" border="0" /&gt;So... today is my birthday. My 33rd birthday to be exact. I was born at 11:33 pm 33 years ago. I was a bit oxygen deprived before delivery which may explain a lot. I'm sure the trauma at my birth is to blame for a lot of the trauma in my life. ;) But I was a pretty baby. I'm just sayin'...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334386911617880130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 332px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bChnMuOsQw4/SgeMoiF6EEI/AAAAAAAAFUc/7sbTCmIvjgs/s400/mebaby.jpg" border="0" /&gt; ----------------------------&lt;br /&gt;For Mother's Day the kids and Sei decorated a couple of aprons for me. I needed an apron in a big way, so I was excited to receive them. The boys and Sei went on a father/son campout in Oklahoma on Friday and on the way home they stopped and picked wildflowers for me. So sweet. I ♥ wildflowers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334406965519270930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bChnMuOsQw4/Sgee30slRBI/AAAAAAAAFUk/Bzd0iQFBj8Q/s400/DSCN5533.JPG" border="0" /&gt;(You can't even tell my butt is totally sore from the x90p legs &amp;amp; back dvd.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334406965695527938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bChnMuOsQw4/Sgee31WmvAI/AAAAAAAAFUs/23Xf140uGEo/s400/DSCN5538.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Sei grilled some yum meat for fajitas. I made potato salad &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Heidi!!),&lt;/span&gt; corn, rice, and Eclair cake- and then we headed to my parent's to eat. It was a great weekend. I hope everyone had a wonderful Mom's day.&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, &lt;a href="http://nancysnonsenseofnothingness.blogspot.com/"&gt;Nancy&lt;/a&gt;, for the birthday card and recipe cards!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;----------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm  still doing p90x and hoping to  drop some  pounds. I would really like to find a &lt;a href="http://toprateddietpills.com/"&gt;diet pill that works&lt;/a&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a30/anniepok/tori.gif" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24427204-8768224231323746597?l=swampbrat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swampbrat.blogspot.com/feeds/8768224231323746597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24427204&amp;postID=8768224231323746597&amp;isPopup=true' title='26 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24427204/posts/default/8768224231323746597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24427204/posts/default/8768224231323746597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swampbrat.blogspot.com/2009/05/great-larry-bird-jersey-33.html' title='*&quot;The great Larry Bird, jersey 33...&quot;'/><author><name>Tori :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14963896000691417017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T-QJAcn94mY/TeJ79LuTdFI/AAAAAAAAFcc/aRZ7D0faM5U/s220/swampbratthumbnail-2.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bChnMuOsQw4/SgeMC2MiOfI/AAAAAAAAFUU/9Q5eKrgqqKk/s72-c/larrybird.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>26</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24427204.post-9142130866297928555</id><published>2009-05-10T11:07:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T11:15:48.259-05:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY MOTHERS DAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;To all the women who set a great example for the children in the world... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY MOTHERS DAY!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334228985848821250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bChnMuOsQw4/Sgb9ACwcdgI/AAAAAAAAFUM/6-QVubC1mFU/s400/DSCN5529.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Texas Wildflowers courtesy of my boys, Seiuli, Tristan, Alec and Taj :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a30/anniepok/tori.gif" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24427204-9142130866297928555?l=swampbrat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24427204/posts/default/9142130866297928555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24427204/posts/default/9142130866297928555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swampbrat.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-mothers-day.html' title='HAPPY MOTHERS DAY'/><author><name>Tori :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14963896000691417017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T-QJAcn94mY/TeJ79LuTdFI/AAAAAAAAFcc/aRZ7D0faM5U/s220/swampbratthumbnail-2.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bChnMuOsQw4/Sgb9ACwcdgI/AAAAAAAAFUM/6-QVubC1mFU/s72-c/DSCN5529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24427204.post-8745300721796028336</id><published>2009-05-06T09:46:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T10:34:22.985-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Holla!!!</title><content type='html'>* Last nite we had an activity at the church. A few of us made easy crockpot meals and shared them and the recipes. I added these yum recipes to the &lt;a href="http://eazymealz.blogspot.com/"&gt;Eazy Mealz&lt;/a&gt; blog today, so go check it out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I started P90X on Monday. It's suppose to kick my butt and hopefully be one of the &lt;a href="http://weightloss.sybervision.com/"&gt;best weight loss product&lt;/a&gt;s out there. I hope so. I am sore from the "pulls ups" I did even though not one of them was done without the help of a chair. And my push ups... yeah. Taking my before pics was PAINFUL but when I'm a hottie I will post them. Not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* The school district decided to have the kids come back to school tomorrow. I think that's great except that they told us the kids would be out all week so now people left town, etc... I know 3 different families that are gone out of town now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* My thought on "The Biggest Loser": &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Tara&lt;/span&gt; should win. She has stayed above the yellow line the entire show. She's gonna have a tough time beating Mike &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(who I am assuming will be the 3rd finalist)&lt;/span&gt; because he has more weight to lose. She's getting down to where there's not much left on her to get rid of. But I am for her. I've liked her the entire show although I was for Sione, then Filipe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* My thoughts on my Mavs: &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;GET YOUR BUTT IN GEAR!!!!&lt;/span&gt; They are down 2-0 to the Nuggets. Stressing.me.out. I honestly don't think they'll win the finals, so I'm just gonna say if they don't win then I want the Cavs or Celtics to win. Just say &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;NO&lt;/span&gt; to Kobe!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I saw the most interesting tattoo last nite. It was on the INSIDE of the lower lip. I thought it was pretty rad. She said it hurt like they were carving it with a pocket knife. Nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Free food&lt;/span&gt; from KFC!! Click &lt;a href="http://unthinkfc.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;here!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/a&gt;Hurry- you can only download it today!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a30/anniepok/tori.gif" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24427204-8745300721796028336?l=swampbrat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swampbrat.blogspot.com/feeds/8745300721796028336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24427204&amp;postID=8745300721796028336&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24427204/posts/default/8745300721796028336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24427204/posts/default/8745300721796028336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swampbrat.blogspot.com/2009/05/holla.html' title='Holla!!!'/><author><name>Tori :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14963896000691417017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T-QJAcn94mY/TeJ79LuTdFI/AAAAAAAAFcc/aRZ7D0faM5U/s220/swampbratthumbnail-2.png'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24427204.post-2799077801293474508</id><published>2009-05-05T08:48:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T22:42:30.677-05:00</updated><title type='text'>RaNdOm</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;** So... you may have noticed that I added a "Daily Movie Quote" to the top of my blog. When I say "daily" I mean "whenever I remember to change it." You are welcome to name the movie in your comment or if you clickety on the movie reel it takes you to the answer. Yesterday's was "We look like bad guys. Incompetent bad guys!" which was from one of my all time faves "The Incredibles."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;** Lately Liv has become obsessed with "boons" aka "Boobs." She asks me about mine all the time, shows me "hers", asks to see Isabel's, talks about getting "boons" when she's bigger, etc... It's funny except when she feels me up in public.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;** "24" is stressin me out. I do not like Tony Almeida being bad. 3 more hours left!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;** Our school district is closed for &lt;strong&gt;all this week&lt;/strong&gt; due to the swine flu. I can kindof understand *why* but here's my questions: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1) What about the thousands on kids that receive free breakfast and lunch? For some kids that's all the food they get. I know they have a couple of food programs set up to help, but seriously, I worry for those kiddos. I'm dropping some food off at a drop off site today.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2) What about the parents who don't have sick time or vacay time to take off work, yet their kiddos are too young to stay at home alone? How do they find and afford childcare?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3) Do they really think we're gonna keep all our kids "quarantined" in the house? I have EIGHT kids here this week including the kids I babysit. If I kept them all quarantined we'd all end up hanging in a closet.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;** Wassup with the price and lack of ammunition these days? People are worried about new gun control laws, etc... so they are stockin' up. Bullets for my .38 are selling out as soon as they come in. I have 5 bullets left. I better not miss. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;** My birthday is coming up. When I turned 30 I was really upset. Seriously depressed. But now 1/2 the time I can't remember how old I am anyway. Is that a sign of aging?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a30/anniepok/tori.gif" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24427204-2799077801293474508?l=swampbrat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swampbrat.blogspot.com/feeds/2799077801293474508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24427204&amp;postID=2799077801293474508&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24427204/posts/default/2799077801293474508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24427204/posts/default/2799077801293474508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swampbrat.blogspot.com/2009/05/random.html' title='RaNdOm'/><author><name>Tori :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14963896000691417017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T-QJAcn94mY/TeJ79LuTdFI/AAAAAAAAFcc/aRZ7D0faM5U/s220/swampbratthumbnail-2.png'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24427204.post-691448255510828327</id><published>2009-05-04T12:08:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T13:34:15.560-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Deep thoughts by Tori</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Do you ever get insecure and think people don't like you as much as you thought?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://nobodycalledtoday.blogspot.com/"&gt;Nobody&lt;/a&gt; in Texas 09&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sei and I went out on Saturday. Nothin' major- we went to a burger joint with way yummy onion rings and went to Aeropostale to spend the rest of my gift card that I got a Christmas. :) As we were sitting at the table eating I started thinking &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(and these are my exact thoughts so sorry- I didn't sensor anything), &lt;/span&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;How the hell did I end up with such a rad man? What the hell is he doing with me?? There's no way he loves me as much as I love him."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I am so opposite of Seiuli in so many ways. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I am rather introverted until I get to know the people I'm around. He, on the other hand, will find out that the guy carrying something out to our car actually knows his aunt who lives in Pago Pago.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;He was a good boy his whole life. No drinking. No smoking. No real girlfriends until after his mission. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Ok, so he took the chick to prom who had a Burt monobrow. She doesn't count.)&lt;/span&gt; He has been so good his whole life that the police department totally didn't believe it and tried to say he lied on his lie detector test just to get him to "admit" to something he had done. He stood his ground because there was nothing to admit to. I got in all kinds of trouble and was boycrazy from age 5 on...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's a cop and arrests people. I have been arrested by a cop &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(or 2.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When another meeting is announced at church or something he totally just goes- no complaining. Me- I whine about him going and try to talk him out of it. I am bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;He &lt;a href="http://seiuliplays.blogspot.com/"&gt;plays the piano&lt;/a&gt; by freakin' ear &amp;amp; sings and I... don't. I can't sing. I can't dance. I can't play the accordian. I must have gone to the bathroom or something when God handed out musical talents...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... my point is that sometimes I get so insecure and really wonder why Seiuli would pick ME of all the tens of thousands of women on Ldssingles.com &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(that sounds really funny, but whatev).&lt;/span&gt; I mean, there are people his mom would have liked immediately rather than taking 5 years to warm up to and then decide that her son must like me for some reason so I must be ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are girls that are not shy and would have been fine meeting his 4000 family members and not come off as a stuck up winch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are girls without bumpy thumbnails.&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; (Mine have ridges!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are girls that are skinny naturally and don't have back fat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are chicks who like Kobe Bryant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are chicks that can fix their daughter's hair super cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are women that actually iron and clean and ENJOY cooking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The list could go on and on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when these thoughts come into my head I have to ask myself if all those other women in my head that I think would be better for my husband: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332033947925276738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bChnMuOsQw4/Sf8woBRo6EI/AAAAAAAAFT8/XOJ7iAxwMfA/s400/Feb2009+032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Yeah- I didn't think so. I win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a30/anniepok/tori.gif" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24427204-691448255510828327?l=swampbrat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swampbrat.blogspot.com/feeds/691448255510828327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24427204&amp;postID=691448255510828327&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24427204/posts/default/691448255510828327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24427204/posts/default/691448255510828327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swampbrat.blogspot.com/2009/05/deep-thoughts-by-tori.html' title='Deep thoughts by Tori'/><author><name>Tori :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14963896000691417017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T-QJAcn94mY/TeJ79LuTdFI/AAAAAAAAFcc/aRZ7D0faM5U/s220/swampbratthumbnail-2.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bChnMuOsQw4/Sf8woBRo6EI/AAAAAAAAFT8/XOJ7iAxwMfA/s72-c/Feb2009+032.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24427204.post-4267622884082498168</id><published>2009-04-29T20:19:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T17:29:22.824-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Repeated left turns rock!</title><content type='html'>So... as many of you know I was blessed &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(yes- I used the word "blessed" and I totally mean it)&lt;/span&gt; to have 2 great friends come all the way to Texas to visit me. ME. I'm still in shock over that. My online twin, &lt;a href="http://mascowbell.blogspot.com/"&gt;NCS&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://nobodycalledtoday.blogspot.com/"&gt;Nobody&lt;/a&gt; hung with me for 4 days straight y'all &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(maybe 5, but I got there later on Thursday)&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;FOUR days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I had them all to myself other than when I shared them with a couple of Nobo's &lt;a href="http://wordsfromacanuck.blogspot.com/"&gt;old&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://apartyof5.blogspot.com/"&gt;friends&lt;/a&gt; from when she lived in Texas &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(who were totally cool!!)&lt;/span&gt; I had a blast meeting them. We are planning a trip to Sprinkles and a tattoo shop...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330287548342368978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bChnMuOsQw4/Sfj8SL2ietI/AAAAAAAAFTs/2e5uGVngUT4/s400/Dallaswkend+004edit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's see... we had a 5 star meal in a gas station. Seriously. This awesome restaurant was in the gas station. I also had to call &lt;a href="http://busybeelauren.blogspot.com/"&gt;Lauren&lt;/a&gt; to let her know that I believe my gay BIL's gaydar is not working correctly when he said Zac Efron was gay. We watched "&lt;em&gt;17 Again&lt;/em&gt;" and that boy is... such a sweet kid. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(I can't say what I was thinking because I would have to change my last name to LeTourneau.)&lt;/span&gt; I enjoyed the movie thoroughly and I think Nobo enjoyed watching my mom-ish reactions thoroughly as well. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Is that how you spell thoroughly?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We got pretty pedis. They make me look so &lt;em&gt;niiiiiiie&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330213231153011778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bChnMuOsQw4/Sfi4sWv2XEI/AAAAAAAAFS8/UjfkHvmuSF0/s400/Dallaswkend+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;We went for Pho where I ate chicken. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We visited the Dallas Holocaust Museum because nothing says "Girls Weekend" like a trip to the holocaust museum. I also took a pic of the "X" that marked the spot of the fatal shot into JFK. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330213239669412402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bChnMuOsQw4/Sfi4s2eUUjI/AAAAAAAAFTM/jY3exVQ6k-Q/s400/Dallaswkend+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;It sparked my interest enough that I checked out a book about the whole conspiracy behind the JFK assassination. Um, yeah... I could say more but I don't wanna die. So.... moving on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We got lost so so so much. The GPS system we had with us was so patient with me. I would have cussed me out but she just said, "&lt;em&gt;Turn left. Turn left again. Turn left again&lt;/em&gt;." For those of y'all keeping track- that equals a U-turn. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sei made us dinner on Sunday and it was de-lish! He is a much better host than I am. He was so sweet. I love him. Nobo served Taj his food and even cut it for him and NCS played with Livie. Liv hasn't stopped asking about "her friend." &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330231429895136930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bChnMuOsQw4/SfjJPqWFpqI/AAAAAAAAFTk/dL4CQjBnlag/s400/Dallaswkend+003edit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;We stayed up late, talking, playing truth or dare and watching trashy reality shows. It was awesome. I was sad to take Nobo to the airport on Monday morning. I showed my great hostessing abilities by taking NCS to Burger King for lunch. We were suppose to meet Sei who was an hour late because he is apparently the only cop in the entire city so everyone needs him. Then right after he took this pic of us: &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330287551141266034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bChnMuOsQw4/Sfj8SWR2QnI/AAAAAAAAFT0/-czJ__RW7Wc/s400/Dallaswkendtwins.jpg" border="0" /&gt;he got a call to look for a particular truck- which happen to pass us at that exact moment- and he jumped in his car, lites and sirens, and sped off. Taj and Liv are still talking about it. "&lt;em&gt;Daddy catched the bad guys??"&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, it was a wonderful weekend. I missed my family- even though I saw them quite a bit, but came home a better wife and mom. I also really got to learn a ton about friendship. These chicas are true, true friends. I am still in awe that they actually came to Texas to see ME. They are awesome. Thanks y'all!!!! You know I love ya!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;**For more entertaining reviews &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://nobodycalledtoday.blogspot.com/2009/04/texas-where-i-ate-whatnot.html"&gt;go here&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://mascowbell.blogspot.com/2009/04/where-did-you-come-from.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-----------------&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sidenote:&lt;/strong&gt; Sei and  I were discussing a neighbor who is disabled. It really concerns me- if something happend to Sei or I we'd be in trouble. Thankfully there is &lt;a href="http://www.allsup.com/"&gt;disability insurance&lt;/a&gt; thru awesome providers like allsup.com. Allsup has a 98% success rate for those who complete the SSDI process with them. They are a leading nationwide provider of financial and healthcare related services to people with disabilities. Since 1984, Allsup has helped more than 110,000 people receive their entitled Social Security Disability Insurance and Medicare benefits&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a30/anniepok/tori.gif" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24427204-4267622884082498168?l=swampbrat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swampbrat.blogspot.com/feeds/4267622884082498168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24427204&amp;postID=4267622884082498168&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24427204/posts/default/4267622884082498168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24427204/posts/default/4267622884082498168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swampbrat.blogspot.com/2009/04/repeated-left-turns-rock.html' title='Repeated left turns rock!'/><author><name>Tori :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14963896000691417017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T-QJAcn94mY/TeJ79LuTdFI/AAAAAAAAFcc/aRZ7D0faM5U/s220/swampbratthumbnail-2.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bChnMuOsQw4/Sfj8SL2ietI/AAAAAAAAFTs/2e5uGVngUT4/s72-c/Dallaswkend+004edit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24427204.post-8877223803865299392</id><published>2009-04-28T09:03:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T12:57:12.835-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My teen really IS sweet. He just doesn't look that way.</title><content type='html'>What's the deal with teenagers thinking they CANNOT smile in pics? It's like against the rules or something. Observe: &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You're so handsome Tristan!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329747620832819458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bChnMuOsQw4/SfcRORI5OQI/AAAAAAAAFSs/6BZFUPP283Y/s400/Picture+033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Thanksgiving Tristan!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329747619370835250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bChnMuOsQw4/SfcROLsVHTI/AAAAAAAAFSk/oX_uCXs4i08/s400/Picture+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy New Year Tdog!!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329747618651745154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bChnMuOsQw4/SfcROJA4q4I/AAAAAAAAFSc/e6g3bJ1KWR4/s400/New+Years+2009+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tristan was having a GREAT time at Turner Falls. Does it show?&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329746675375442834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bChnMuOsQw4/SfcQXPCSi5I/AAAAAAAAFSU/xHnaQozvNxc/s400/April+2009+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He won't smile, but he'll make faces...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329746671303777634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bChnMuOsQw4/SfcQW_3h3WI/AAAAAAAAFSM/y7WARdbAPGI/s400/April+2009+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;"Good job in your game Tristan..." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Heh- thanks." &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329746331923242210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bChnMuOsQw4/SfcQDPk53OI/AAAAAAAAFSE/7HfoIpi3e2k/s400/Dallaswkend+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally, after being threatened by his loving mother... &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329746327350488802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bChnMuOsQw4/SfcQC-irLuI/AAAAAAAAFR8/Vga11V0fJ74/s400/Dallaswkend+021edit.jpg" border="0" /&gt; -----------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tristan is a lucky teen and has been blessed with virtually zit-less, acne-free skin. However, that is not the case for many teens and adults! If you are looking for a &lt;a href="http://www.acnecuresrevealed.net/"&gt;treatment for acne&lt;/a&gt; try visiting acnecuresrevealed.com. (Acne cures revealed)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a30/anniepok/tori.gif" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24427204-8877223803865299392?l=swampbrat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swampbrat.blogspot.com/feeds/8877223803865299392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24427204&amp;postID=8877223803865299392&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24427204/posts/default/8877223803865299392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24427204/posts/default/8877223803865299392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swampbrat.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-teen-really-is-sweet-he-just-doesnt.html' title='My teen really IS sweet. He just doesn&apos;t look that way.'/><author><name>Tori :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14963896000691417017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T-QJAcn94mY/TeJ79LuTdFI/AAAAAAAAFcc/aRZ7D0faM5U/s220/swampbratthumbnail-2.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bChnMuOsQw4/SfcRORI5OQI/AAAAAAAAFSs/6BZFUPP283Y/s72-c/Picture+033.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24427204.post-5945883680053657618</id><published>2009-04-21T22:36:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T08:35:31.545-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tori's Time Machine</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327348892164568098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 209px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bChnMuOsQw4/Se6Ll4gKNCI/AAAAAAAAFP4/yFnp2f6jBvs/s320/future460.jpg" border="0" /&gt;"You made a time machine... out of a &lt;em&gt;Delorean&lt;/em&gt;??"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever wished to be back in the day when the zits on your face were caused by being a hormonal teenager rather than by stress?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or when eating a gallon of ice cream could make all your problems disappear rather than just make your pants not fit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when a cheating partner meant you dump him and spread rumors rather than spend the rest of your life sharing kids and hiring lawyers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever wished to be back in the day when you played sports so working out was &lt;em&gt;fun&lt;/em&gt;, rather than... work?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back when if your jeans didn't fit anymore it meant you grew &lt;em&gt;up&lt;/em&gt; and not &lt;em&gt;out&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Have you ever wished to be back in the day when you could ask your dad for $20 &amp;amp; think nothing of it, rather than paying him $50 a month for 12 years to pay off the $7000 you borrowed?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Or when you could eat 4 party burritos, 1/2 a pizza and drink REAL Coke, not diet, and not think a thing about it rather than smelling a pizza and gaining 3 pounds?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ugh. I'm having one of those weeks. Where's my Delorean? Or maybe one of these:&lt;object height="364" width="445"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XpyT4pc_0ak&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XpyT4pc_0ak&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a30/anniepok/tori.gif" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24427204-5945883680053657618?l=swampbrat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swampbrat.blogspot.com/feeds/5945883680053657618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24427204&amp;postID=5945883680053657618&amp;isPopup=true' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24427204/posts/default/5945883680053657618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24427204/posts/default/5945883680053657618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swampbrat.blogspot.com/2009/04/toris-time-machine.html' title='Tori&apos;s Time Machine'/><author><name>Tori :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14963896000691417017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T-QJAcn94mY/TeJ79LuTdFI/AAAAAAAAFcc/aRZ7D0faM5U/s220/swampbratthumbnail-2.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bChnMuOsQw4/Se6Ll4gKNCI/AAAAAAAAFP4/yFnp2f6jBvs/s72-c/future460.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24427204.post-1674995017973384580</id><published>2009-04-20T12:16:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T15:45:17.562-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthdays and what not</title><content type='html'>*Today is my lil sister's birthday. Alexandra- we call her "Ali"- is 15 today!! She is not quite a year older than Tristan. CRAZY. I remember the day she was born. You'd think the forceps would have been sufficient birth control for me. Apparently not. I remember smelling her crib when my parents were out of town (with her and my bro). I missed her!! I don't sniff her sheets now though... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY Lali&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(as Liv calls her.)&lt;/span&gt; Love you! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326824454300541506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 280px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bChnMuOsQw4/SeyunlNyokI/AAAAAAAAFPQ/-PW01wly1n4/s320/lali.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I am stoked for this coming weekend. I have Friday and Monday off and I have some friends coming into town. It's gonna be awesome to just hang out and PAR-TAY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* I'm starting bootcamp again on May 11. That's my birthday, so I'm giving myself a good butt kicking and a hot body... haha &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* I ran in the 5k on Saturday and here's the deal- &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;running sucks&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. It sucks. I work out several times a week &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(other than the last 2 weeks, but that was a fluke)&lt;/span&gt; and my body never feels like it does after running. My hips hurt, my knee hurts, my shoulders and back hurts. I've decided that unless someone is chasing you that there is no real need to run. I did place 4th in my age group. I only know that because as we passed the finish line they handed us a paper with our overall place and we had to write our name, time and then put it in our age group envelope. Mine was the 4th in the envelope. I finished 47th overall out of about 100. My mom placed 1st in her age group and beat me by 3:30 minutes. Shut up. She's an over-acheiver. And apparently I'm not. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* We planted seeds the other nite as part of family nite. I wasn't really expecting them to grow or anything, but so far we have the start of a few squash, tomato, watermelon and pea plants. We will be making our actual garden here in the near future. We have no idea what we're doing, so we'll see how it goes. lol&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326829102650342562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bChnMuOsQw4/Seyy2JqvvKI/AAAAAAAAFPg/fjRrJvH8ev0/s320/DSCN5438.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326829098999674498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bChnMuOsQw4/Seyy18EW9oI/AAAAAAAAFPY/ESqk63EgTtY/s320/DSCN5437.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326829526056772354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bChnMuOsQw4/SeyzOy-tIwI/AAAAAAAAFPw/-cHLfbl0zDg/s320/DSCN5435.JPG" border="0" /&gt; ---------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you are looking for a super quick way to make your kitchen or bathroom look new and "made over" check out the beautiful &lt;a href="http://www.wholesalestonesinks.com/"&gt;vessel sinks&lt;/a&gt; at wholesalestonesinks.com!! They are absolutely beautiful!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a30/anniepok/tori.gif" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24427204-1674995017973384580?l=swampbrat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swampbrat.blogspot.com/feeds/1674995017973384580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24427204&amp;postID=1674995017973384580&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24427204/posts/default/1674995017973384580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24427204/posts/default/1674995017973384580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swampbrat.blogspot.com/2009/04/birthdays-and-what-not.html' title='Birthdays and what not'/><author><name>Tori :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14963896000691417017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T-QJAcn94mY/TeJ79LuTdFI/AAAAAAAAFcc/aRZ7D0faM5U/s220/swampbratthumbnail-2.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bChnMuOsQw4/SeyunlNyokI/AAAAAAAAFPQ/-PW01wly1n4/s72-c/lali.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24427204.post-3347334753109904768</id><published>2009-04-18T15:10:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T15:46:58.247-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='piano players are hot'/><title type='text'>Seiuli Saturday</title><content type='html'>Today for Seiuli Saturday we have a beautiful mp3 sung by Isabel, Kelsea, Karlea and Seiuli. It's called "Butterfly Fly Away" from the Hannah Montana movie. They recorded it last nite and K &amp;amp;K were able to put it on the mp3 players for them to have at home. They left this morning. Love you girls!!&lt;br /&gt;(Make sure to listen for the, uh, "special" ending by Karlea...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="WIDTH: 300px"&gt;&lt;object height="110" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/PAtem0qVjZ/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/PAtem0qVjZ/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="PADDING-RIGHT: 1px; PADDING-LEFT: 1px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 1px; PADDING-TOP: 1px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #e6e6e6"&gt;&lt;div style="PADDING-RIGHT: 4px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; FLOAT: left; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 4px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/embedsearch/E6E6E6/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;form style="PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; MARGIN: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px" action="http://www.imeem.com/embedsearch/" method="post"&gt;&lt;input name="EmbedSearchBox"&gt;&lt;input style="FONT-SIZE: 12px" type="submit" value="Search"&gt; &lt;div style="PADDING-TOP: 3px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=0&amp;amp;ek=PAtem0qVjZ" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/152/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=1&amp;amp;ek=PAtem0qVjZ" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/153/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=2&amp;amp;ek=PAtem0qVjZ" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/154/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=3&amp;amp;ek=PAtem0qVjZ" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/155/10/PAtem0qVjZ/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/swampbrat/music/bDZYwcry/rockstarsmp3/"&gt;Butterfly Fly Away - Miley Cyrus sung by Iz, Kels and Kar&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learn more about &lt;a href="http://www.mesotheliomahelp.net"&gt;Mesothelioma cancer&lt;/a&gt; at mesotheliomahelp.net.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a30/anniepok/tori.gif" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24427204-3347334753109904768?l=swampbrat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swampbrat.blogspot.com/feeds/3347334753109904768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24427204&amp;postID=3347334753109904768&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24427204/posts/default/3347334753109904768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24427204/posts/default/3347334753109904768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swampbrat.blogspot.com/2009/04/seiuli-saturday.html' title='Seiuli Saturday'/><author><name>Tori :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14963896000691417017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T-QJAcn94mY/TeJ79LuTdFI/AAAAAAAAFcc/aRZ7D0faM5U/s220/swampbratthumbnail-2.png'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24427204.post-9184350057626167167</id><published>2009-04-17T12:41:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T13:08:50.665-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't hate ;)</title><content type='html'>* Don't be jealous, but in my hands I hold the &lt;strong&gt;VERY FIRST COPY&lt;/strong&gt; of Sei's new cd!!! He gave it to me and even &lt;em&gt;autographed&lt;/em&gt; it for me. Don't be jealous of my nails either. They cost less than $5 at Walmart. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Thanks Sister!!)&lt;/span&gt; And the red hair? It's a hair flair from &lt;a href="http://hairnflair.com/"&gt;this site&lt;/a&gt;. And the sweet corn shirt? It's from &lt;a href="http://nobodycalledtoday.blogspot.com/"&gt;Nobody&lt;/a&gt;. And the big bags under my eyes? Thank you kids! To get the over all facial expression just pull your head in and say "heeeeee."&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... Sei's cd is out and ready to ship so head on over to &lt;a href="http://www.seiuliplays.blogspot.com/"&gt;www.seiuliplays.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;!! :)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325718163826441762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bChnMuOsQw4/SejAdAC4fiI/AAAAAAAAFPA/bhN6gpEWeTY/s400/dscn5423.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; * This week has gone &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so fast&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Kelsea and Karlea go back to freakin' Saskatchewan tomorrow morning. Being the cool parents Sei and I are, we let Isabel skip school 3 times this week and Alec skipped twice. Tristan didn't want to "get behind in his classes." Nerd. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Seriously- where did he get that from?) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It's been a great visit and we sure miss them when they aren't here. :( Our family doesn't feel complete. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* We have 4 bedrooms. Ideally it's suppose to be Isabel in her own room, Alec &amp;amp; Tristan share, Taj &amp;amp; Liv share and Sei &amp;amp; I obviously share. And when Kelsea and Karlea are here they are suppose to bunk in Isabel's room. (She has a bunk with a full and twin.) Last nite these were our sleeping arrangements and this is pretty much the norm: Karlea and Livie on the bottom full size bunk in Isabel's room until 5am when Liv came to my bed, Alec, Kelsea and Taj sprawled out on the hide-a-bed in the living room, Tristan in his bed, Izzy in Alec's bed and then Sei &amp;amp; me in our bed. No one is Taj/Liv's room. Why the kids like to sleep on the hide-a-bed is beyond me?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;* Sometimes I feel like everyone sucks and then I remember what &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;great friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I have and I remind myself it's &lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt; EVERYONE that sucks, just a select few. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;* Random? Why, yes I am.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a30/anniepok/tori.gif" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24427204-9184350057626167167?l=swampbrat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swampbrat.blogspot.com/feeds/9184350057626167167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24427204&amp;postID=9184350057626167167&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24427204/posts/default/9184350057626167167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24427204/posts/default/9184350057626167167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swampbrat.blogspot.com/2009/04/dont-hate.html' title='Don&apos;t hate ;)'/><author><name>Tori :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14963896000691417017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T-QJAcn94mY/TeJ79LuTdFI/AAAAAAAAFcc/aRZ7D0faM5U/s220/swampbratthumbnail-2.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bChnMuOsQw4/SejAdAC4fiI/AAAAAAAAFPA/bhN6gpEWeTY/s72-c/dscn5423.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24427204.post-6122453862105979002</id><published>2009-04-15T10:08:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T07:32:02.431-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Showing off my girl!</title><content type='html'>I'm sure there have been things going on I could write about. Like our weekend trip to Turner Falls in Oklahoma or our nite time Easter egg hunt. I am just lame and don't feel like posting. So...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was reading&lt;a href="http://notsoaveragemama.com/2009/04/14/emmas-hannah-montana/comment-page-1/"&gt; Not So Average Mama&lt;/a&gt; today and she posted a video of her daughter singing the "Hannah Montana" theme song. It was really cute and it reminded me of a couple of videos I have had on my phone of Livie being... Livie. I've posted other &lt;a href="http://www.swampbrat.net/2008/08/genius-livie.html"&gt;genius videos&lt;/a&gt; of her doing her ABC's in sign and whatnot, but this is the entertaining Livie we get 24-7! The 1st video is Livie in October (so she wasn't 3 yet) singing "&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vA_OzOmIYNc"&gt;Nobody's Perfect&lt;/a&gt;" and "&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hC8N9WywIqY"&gt;See You Again&lt;/a&gt;" by Hannah/Miley Cyrus. If you have a tween girl then you know what those songs are. "&lt;em&gt;1-2-3-4... everybody makes mistakes. Everybody has those days..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;The 2nd video is Livie's version of "&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EQa4vxlwiLQ"&gt;Single Ladies&lt;/a&gt;" by Beyonce. 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Check out the &lt;a href="http://www.techcareers.com/"&gt;programmer jobs&lt;/a&gt; available thru techcareers.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a30/anniepok/tori.gif" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24427204-6122453862105979002?l=swampbrat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=7436ed927cc48cf1&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swampbrat.blogspot.com/feeds/6122453862105979002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24427204&amp;postID=6122453862105979002&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24427204/posts/default/6122453862105979002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24427204/posts/default/6122453862105979002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swampbrat.blogspot.com/2009/04/showing-off-my-girl.html' title='Showing off my girl!'/><author><name>Tori :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14963896000691417017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T-QJAcn94mY/TeJ79LuTdFI/AAAAAAAAFcc/aRZ7D0faM5U/s220/swampbratthumbnail-2.png'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24427204.post-5944195617851031359</id><published>2009-04-10T13:25:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T07:20:21.939-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuff</title><content type='html'>** Kelsea and Karlea arrive today and will be here for 8 days. Taj has been counting down "sleeps" for the last 2 weeks. "&lt;em&gt;I'm happy they will be here in 5 sleeps, but sad they are only staying here for 8 sleeps..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** Did you notice the new linky in the sidebar?? -----&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes- Seiuli's cd will "drop" on April 20th. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(I'm trying to sound cool... Did it work?)&lt;/span&gt; If you are interested clickety on his pic and it'll take you to hear a sneak peek and to pre-order. They will most definitely arrive well-before Mother's Day. Please pass on the info!! All proceeds go... to hire an attorney in Canada. I wish I was kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** We are hoping to head to Oklahoma tomorrow, but with all the wildfires I'm not sure if we can. We are doing birthday cake and nite time egg hunts this weekend for sure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** THANK YOU to the Chick Fil A workers who gave my husband new, hot food after he had to leave him lunch sitting on the table to run across the street to a burglary (false) alarm. That was really sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** Did anyone watch "Southland" last nite? It's coming on in "ER"'s slot. They better make more likeable characters or I won't be able to watch. The detectives were ok, but the annoying cops made me wanna write a letter. Hello- if you make all cop characters total egotistical jerkoffs then that's what people really believe ALL of they are. I miss "Third Watch." Hmmph!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** Speaking of cops, my heart and thoughts and prayers go out to the families of the slain officers in Pittsburgh, as well as Det. Allen Pearson and Deputy Richard Stiles- who also died this past week. Sei looks at this website: &lt;a href="http://odmp.org/"&gt;Officer Down Memorial Page&lt;/a&gt; and now I'm hooked on it. I don't know why. Kind of a weird thing to look at as a cop's wife... But who ever said I was normal?&lt;br /&gt;---------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are looking for a Mom's day gift or other check out the beautiful &lt;a href="http://bellatrue.com/specialty-jewelry/heart-shaped-jewelry"&gt;heart jewelry&lt;/a&gt; at Bellatrue.com.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a30/anniepok/tori.gif" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24427204-5944195617851031359?l=swampbrat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swampbrat.blogspot.com/feeds/5944195617851031359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24427204&amp;postID=5944195617851031359&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24427204/posts/default/5944195617851031359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24427204/posts/default/5944195617851031359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swampbrat.blogspot.com/2009/04/stuff.html' title='Stuff'/><author><name>Tori :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14963896000691417017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T-QJAcn94mY/TeJ79LuTdFI/AAAAAAAAFcc/aRZ7D0faM5U/s220/swampbratthumbnail-2.png'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24427204.post-3300869491267030351</id><published>2009-04-09T08:22:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T09:15:04.904-05:00</updated><title type='text'>10 years old!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bChnMuOsQw4/Sd3_kxfG5XI/AAAAAAAAFOo/F9a_iHWhEQs/s1600-h/izzybaby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322691341845980530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 295px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bChnMuOsQw4/Sd3_kxfG5XI/AAAAAAAAFOo/F9a_iHWhEQs/s400/izzybaby.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; April is our family's birthday month. My dad is the 2nd, Tristan's is the 6th, my lil sister's is on the 20th and Isabel's is today!! Isabel was born on April 9, 1999 at 8:22am after 24 hours of labor. Unlike Tristan, her head was not a cone shape and I didn't have an epidural. She is the biggest of all my babies (beating Livie by 1 ounce) weighing in a 8 pounds 2 ounces, 19 3/4 inches long. She looked like a chubby, hairy, Oriental baby. Too cute!! Alec couldn't say "Isabel" so he called her "Diddle-bel" which eventually became "Diddles" and the nickname has stuck.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Izzy is shy and not a big talker. She is so talented in so many things. We've discovered that individual sports may be her "thing." She already &lt;a href="http://www.swampbrat.net/2006/11/isabels-meet.html"&gt;kicked butt &lt;/a&gt;in &lt;a href="http://www.swampbrat.net/2007/03/izzys-meet.html"&gt;gymnastics&lt;/a&gt; and is now taking karate. After 4 classes she tested and passed for her yellow belt. She really enjoys it a lot! She also told me that tennis sounded fun...  She is very sweet and doesn't like to hurt anyone's feelings. When she was tired of all the hours she dedicated to gymnastics and didn't want to miss out on the fun at home she was so nervous  I would be sad that she wrote this long letter to Sei and I about how she just wants to be home with us, etc... It was so sweet. When I married Sei, Kelsea and Karlea were almost 3. Isabel was so giving and nurturing and sharing with them even though she was younger. She never complained about sharing clothes, toys, her room, her parents!! And she would just sit there, looking as sweet as can be while people doted on "the twins" and ignored her. Broke. My. Heart. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Isabel is beautiful, athletic and awesome. She is so smart. She has always loved learning and could read and write earlier than any of her other siblings. She loved to use sign and could sign her ABCS in like 10 seconds flat when she was 4. :) She has always been the child I could take into public and come home with all my hair still intact. I actually cried when she started kindergarten. *sniff* I love you Isabel!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY DIDDLES!!!!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322691353040196274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bChnMuOsQw4/Sd3_lbMBErI/AAAAAAAAFOw/lGqOoqiiKpo/s400/izzy08.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a30/anniepok/tori.gif" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24427204-3300869491267030351?l=swampbrat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swampbrat.blogspot.com/feeds/3300869491267030351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24427204&amp;postID=3300869491267030351&amp;isPopup=true' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24427204/posts/default/3300869491267030351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24427204/posts/default/3300869491267030351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swampbrat.blogspot.com/2009/04/10-years-old.html' title='10 years old!!'/><author><name>Tori :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14963896000691417017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T-QJAcn94mY/TeJ79LuTdFI/AAAAAAAAFcc/aRZ7D0faM5U/s220/swampbratthumbnail-2.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bChnMuOsQw4/Sd3_kxfG5XI/AAAAAAAAFOo/F9a_iHWhEQs/s72-c/izzybaby.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24427204.post-5369394247957061064</id><published>2009-04-07T00:48:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T09:04:20.692-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I got my B.S. at B.U.</title><content type='html'>I had a tshirt that said what my title says. Except B.S. stood for Bull$h!* and B.U. stood for "Butthead University." My mom thought it was funny. Idk why... ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway... I was seriously brain damaged as a child even when I wasn't trying to be. I mean, I admit there were times I totally had the attitude of "&lt;em&gt;Better to beg forgiveness than ask permission&lt;/em&gt;." &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(I still sometimes follow that motto....) &lt;/span&gt;I adopted this attitude early-on because being grounded for a few weeks was a lot easier than being told "&lt;em&gt;No Tori, you can't go the the Ox Roast..."&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(That was a huge fraternity party at the fairgrounds and I was in 10th grade. My parents told me I couldn't go. So, I didn't. Ok, yes I did. Sorry Mom and Dad. If it makes you feel better I left early and walked to Fry St. Ok, that probaby doesn't make you feel better. Sorry. I'll shut up. Am I grounded?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bChnMuOsQw4/SdpWECVUTbI/AAAAAAAAFNY/Uaj1aOB8GKQ/s1600-h/Pretty_woman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321660537037409714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 148px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bChnMuOsQw4/SdpWECVUTbI/AAAAAAAAFNY/Uaj1aOB8GKQ/s200/Pretty_woman.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anyway... my point is that I didn't always deliberately do or not do things to irritate my parents. Take 8th grade for example. I wasn't a troublemaker &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;yet&lt;/span&gt; and my friends were good kids &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;for the most part&lt;/span&gt;. We all decided to be wild and tell our parents we were going to see "Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles" but instead we'd have one kid's older sister buy us tickets to "Pretty Woman" instead. You know- typical 13-14 year old stuff. Ok, ok- so &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; part was deliberate. But the next part wasn't. My friend Shannon had an unexpected visit from Aunt Flo... so we headed across the street to buy her tamp0ns. We missed our movie, so we decided to go to the later one. It never once crossed my mind to call my parents to let them know I would be home later. In my head I was covered because I had a ride home, so for some reason it never registered that I should tell my parents I would be home 3 hours later than originally planned. Yeah... duh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, we go to the movie, I held a boy's hand that wasn't my boyfriend and I was distraught by the end of the movie. I was also so distracted with popcorn fights, etc... during the movie that I don't even remember the infamous "piano scene." Anyway... immediately following the credits I started crying because I had held that boy's hand and so my girl friends immediately surrounded me and we went out the back exit door. I'm all dramatic, crying as we round the side of the theater. That's when I saw him- &lt;strong&gt;my dad&lt;/strong&gt;. My dad was freakin' &lt;strong&gt;AT&lt;/strong&gt; the theater looking for me. I swear my tears went in reverse, up my face, back into my eyes, which left my eyes just bloodshot. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Bloodshot eyes + coming from back of theater = Teenage daughter smoking pot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I wasn't smoking pot, but I'm sure that's what it looked like. And I knew I was in trouble... for something. I didn't realize that it was for not calling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the way home I told my dad the story about missing our 1st show to which he asked why I didn't call. Um. Hmmm. Idk.... I really DIDN'T know why I didn't call because the thought never entered my mind. Then he asked why I was coming from the behind the theater. I said we came out the exit door- see... I was telling the truth. "&lt;em&gt;But the exit door for the turtle movie was on the other side&lt;/em&gt;." D'oh! Yeah, so I got busted for seeing a rated R movie and grounded for a month. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So... yeah... I still don't think I ever learned to called home... I was a little slow. Oh wait- yes I did. I was at Don's house because I was best friend's with his girlfriend. She was there too. We were watching "Toy Story." It was going to finish late so I called to see if I could come home a lil late- like 1/2 an hour late. My dad probably didn't believe that we were watching "Toy Story," but we were. He said "&lt;em&gt;No, be home at 11pm&lt;/em&gt;." Like I said, "&lt;em&gt;Better to beg forgiveness than ask permission&lt;/em&gt;..."&lt;br /&gt;-----------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would like to add that on my brother's 1st date my mom told him to take the girl home at 11pm &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(his curfew)&lt;/span&gt; and then come home. He didn't come home until after midnite. He didn't call. He had a cell phone in his pocket and didn't call. Mom tried to call him, but his phone was turned off. Did I mention HE HAD A CELL PHONE IN HIS POCKET?? How long were you grounded, &lt;a href="http://walkstar.blogspot.com/"&gt;Woogs&lt;/a&gt;? Oh, that's right... Zero months, days, hours, minutes, seconds...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321660531392272658" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bChnMuOsQw4/SdpWDtTaWRI/AAAAAAAAFNQ/zdIFWntp5oM/s200/payphone.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why, in &lt;em&gt;my days&lt;/em&gt; we had to walk up hill to a payphone, beg for a quarter to call home and hope we got all we needed to say SAID during those 3 minutes we had before the operator asked for more money... These young whipper-snappers have no idea how easy they have it...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a30/anniepok/tori.gif" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24427204-5369394247957061064?l=swampbrat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swampbrat.blogspot.com/feeds/5369394247957061064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24427204&amp;postID=5369394247957061064&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24427204/posts/default/5369394247957061064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24427204/posts/default/5369394247957061064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swampbrat.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-got-my-bs-at-bu.html' title='I got my B.S. at B.U.'/><author><name>Tori :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14963896000691417017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T-QJAcn94mY/TeJ79LuTdFI/AAAAAAAAFcc/aRZ7D0faM5U/s220/swampbratthumbnail-2.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bChnMuOsQw4/SdpWECVUTbI/AAAAAAAAFNY/Uaj1aOB8GKQ/s72-c/Pretty_woman.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24427204.post-1737822326587205392</id><published>2009-04-06T07:57:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T22:49:03.847-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My baby is 14</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bChnMuOsQw4/SdoGox-lBjI/AAAAAAAAFM4/OSFXF6EQVcU/s1600-h/tristan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321573207372006962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bChnMuOsQw4/SdoGox-lBjI/AAAAAAAAFM4/OSFXF6EQVcU/s320/tristan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;14 years ago today at 7:57 am I delivered a tiny, tiny baby weighing in at 6 pounds 3 ounces. He was 19 inches long with about 6 inches of that being the cone coming out the back of his head. He was hairy- his back, his forehead, his ears... And he was mine. I was in labor with Tristan for 29 hours from the 1st contraction. He made his way into the world and my first thought was, "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;What the heck is wrong with his head&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;?" But then they stuck one of those little beanies on him and then I thought, "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;He is so beautiful."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Looking back, he was actually an ugly newborn, but really most newborns are ugly- just not to their moms which is why he looked beautiful to me. ;)&lt;br /&gt;I love Tristan so much. He is so freakin' witty. He just busts out with these sarcastic things out of no where. Idk WHERE he gets that from. Tdog is athletic. He can excel at any sport he tries because he's just a natural athlete. He is so great with babies- probably because as the oldest he's had a lot of practice. He is thoughtful and well-behaved. He's smart and he's a great hug-giver. I love his hugs.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... today he is 14. I can't believe I have a 14 year old. CRAZY. And he's so handsome with a normal shaped head and 2 eyebrows, not one. I love you Tdog. You make me so proud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320685034254326194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bChnMuOsQw4/Sdbe2TR3WbI/AAAAAAAAFMw/E0bkPKt4Fs8/s320/Feb2009+036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a30/anniepok/tori.gif" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24427204-1737822326587205392?l=swampbrat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swampbrat.blogspot.com/feeds/1737822326587205392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24427204&amp;postID=1737822326587205392&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24427204/posts/default/1737822326587205392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24427204/posts/default/1737822326587205392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swampbrat.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-baby-is-14.html' title='My baby is 14'/><author><name>Tori :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14963896000691417017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T-QJAcn94mY/TeJ79LuTdFI/AAAAAAAAFcc/aRZ7D0faM5U/s220/swampbratthumbnail-2.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bChnMuOsQw4/SdoGox-lBjI/AAAAAAAAFM4/OSFXF6EQVcU/s72-c/tristan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24427204.post-5376647924678942438</id><published>2009-04-03T09:49:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T12:52:53.683-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Help a girl out!</title><content type='html'>Jill is a friend in Arizona. She is participating in the Breast Cancer 3-day to benefit Susan G Komen for the Cure. Her goal is to raise $2300. She is having raffles/giveaways on her 3-day blog. And this coming Saturday &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(ATTENTION THOSE WHO LIVE NEAR MESA!!!)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;she is having a garage sale where all the money raised goes straight to her fund. So, go on... click on the cute little button and visit her blog. You can enter her giveaway, &lt;strong&gt;donate to the cause&lt;/strong&gt;, get the address for the garage sale, grab a button to put on your own blog, etc... This cause is awesome and I know for a fact if a friend was in need, Jill would help her out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PASS ON THE WORD!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://jills3day.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i114.photobucket.com/albums/n274/jillsywillsy/ribbon.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a30/anniepok/tori.gif" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24427204-5376647924678942438?l=swampbrat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swampbrat.blogspot.com/feeds/5376647924678942438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24427204&amp;postID=5376647924678942438&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24427204/posts/default/5376647924678942438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24427204/posts/default/5376647924678942438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swampbrat.blogspot.com/2009/04/jill-is-friend-in-arizona.html' title='Help a girl out!'/><author><name>Tori :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14963896000691417017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T-QJAcn94mY/TeJ79LuTdFI/AAAAAAAAFcc/aRZ7D0faM5U/s220/swampbratthumbnail-2.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24427204.post-6031184648369962628</id><published>2009-04-02T12:54:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T09:03:25.227-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday DAD!! (Edited to add my random memory...)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bChnMuOsQw4/SdT_7TDBOuI/AAAAAAAAFMo/5OqeE9MGMXc/s1600-h/parents.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320158454021700322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bChnMuOsQw4/SdT_7TDBOuI/AAAAAAAAFMo/5OqeE9MGMXc/s320/parents.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Today is mi padre's birthday!!! YAY!!! I love my dad. He's so cool and easy-going. It's funny because I look more like my mom, but I think a lot of my personality comes from my dad. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Not that anything is wrong with you Mom... Nor do I mean to insult you Dad.)&lt;/span&gt; The kids love him. Isabel was so jealous that he coached Alec's bball team this year, so he said he would coach her next year. He's a very involved dad and was always very involved in coaching, etc... He works hard. He owns his own CPA firm and is very good at it- so he's very busy. He also team-teaches early morning seminary with my mom. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Seminary is a scripture study class for grades 9-12 at 6am).&lt;/span&gt; He played basketball growing up and was All-State and All-American in high school. After sifting thru his 100+ scholarship offers he chose to come to North Texas so he was away from his home in Louisiana but close enough so his parents could drive to his home games. Thanks Dad- because of you, I am a Texan. Woo hoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** Edited to add this memory that I got sidetracked from putting in from the begining...&lt;br /&gt;When I was a sophmore I played JV basketball. My sister was on varsity. My dad had an audit he had to do one evening. We had a game in Witchita Falls which is like 90 minutes from here. He told us he didn't think he'd be there because of the audit. That very rarely happened. We ALWAYS had a parent at our games. But my mom wasn't able to come because of the distance, so no parent would be there that nite. I'll never forget, it was the 3rd quarter, we were on defense and I happened to glance up and see my dad walking in. He had worked all day til late and still drove the 1 1/2 hours to watch our games and drive us home. How cool is that? I hope we won and I didn't play crappy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad is "Jack Ryan" with a thick, southern accent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY DAD!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;♥ you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="315" width="500"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/j2PcaPKpf4g&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/j2PcaPKpf4g&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="315"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;If you are looking for a &lt;a href="http://www.dietpill.net/"&gt;diet pill that works&lt;/a&gt; visit dietpill.net.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a30/anniepok/tori.gif" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24427204-6031184648369962628?l=swampbrat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swampbrat.blogspot.com/feeds/6031184648369962628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24427204&amp;postID=6031184648369962628&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24427204/posts/default/6031184648369962628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24427204/posts/default/6031184648369962628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swampbrat.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-birthday-dad.html' title='Happy Birthday DAD!! (Edited to add my random memory...)'/><author><name>Tori :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14963896000691417017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T-QJAcn94mY/TeJ79LuTdFI/AAAAAAAAFcc/aRZ7D0faM5U/s220/swampbratthumbnail-2.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bChnMuOsQw4/SdT_7TDBOuI/AAAAAAAAFMo/5OqeE9MGMXc/s72-c/parents.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24427204.post-2002398638134340941</id><published>2009-04-01T11:45:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T08:59:38.379-05:00</updated><title type='text'>April Fools Day</title><content type='html'>So... today is April Fools Day. Last nite I took Sei's LA LAKERS license plate frame off his car and replaced it with my DALLAS MAVERICKS frame. I also put my big Mavs magnet on the passenger side of the car. That's it. I listened as Sei left for work. If it took too long for him to start his car and leave then I would know I was busted. Nope- he left quickly as usual and drove the 15 minutes to work. Yessssssss. I didn't care if he found my trick after that because him driving to work was all I wanted. See- everytime he gets in my car he takes the Mavs magnet off the car because he's embarrassed. Well, today he drove down the highway with the magnet on his car for all to see. He called me later to tell me I'm a dork. And yes- his car is sitting in the P.D. parking lot with my Mavs frame around his plates. I hope his co-workers see it because they give him heck all the time about his Lakers frame. Yesssssssssssss. Happy April Fools Day babe!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isabel and Taj have been taking karate for about a month. They've gone to 4 classes so far. The teacher is so impressed with Isabel. He asked Sei last nite if she could test for her yellow belt next week. He can't believe the info she retains and how crisp she is with her moves.&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; (Or whatever the word is...)&lt;/span&gt; She really enjoys it too, so watch out! Next week I'll have a yellow belt living in my houose. "&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/video/hulu/vi3730898969/"&gt;Besides, we both know I'm training to become a cage fighter&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tristan and Alec are excited because in a couple of weeks the "Run and Gun" 7-on-7 tag football tournaments start. Tristan played in a couple &lt;a href="http://www.swampbrat.net/2008/04/pass-me-some-bloggy-bran.html"&gt;last year&lt;/a&gt; and Alec is stoked he can this year. The boys came to tell me about it and I said, "&lt;em&gt;Awesome! I can use my cowbell!!"&lt;/em&gt; Their faces... AWESOME. CLASS.IC. Embarrassing them- or making them *think* I will embarrass them is so entertaining to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of embarrassing the kids... apparently during spring break while the older kids were at the ex's he asked them "So does your mom ever embarrass you?" Alec and Isabel said "No." Tristan said, "&lt;em&gt;Only when she dances in the car and says to me when I go to the bus '&lt;/em&gt;Make good choices!" I told Tdog if THAT was all he had on me I am failing at my job as a mother of a teenager. Why my ex asked them that, I don't know. But whatever... Oh, and for the record- my in-car dancing is off the hook and I only say "&lt;em&gt;Make good choices&lt;/em&gt;!" because the mom on "Freaky Friday" does it. But I don't do it loud-- I have my "cool mom" rep to uphold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did y'all watch '&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;24&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;' on Monday? I've given you sufficient time if you haven't so... here's all I have to say:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pres. Taylors' daughter is pissin' me off. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Aaron: &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DO NOT TRUST Olivia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. She's full of crap.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Speakin of "&lt;em&gt;full of crap&lt;/em&gt;"- I totally called it that Seaton &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(or however you spell it)&lt;/span&gt; was.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;BRING BACK ETHAN!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I went to bed totally stressed about the FBI guys surrounded and trapped.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Jack!!!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img class="gl_size" alt="Font size" src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sweetim.com/s.asp?im=gen&amp;amp;lpver=3&amp;amp;ref=10" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://content.sweetim.com/sim/cpie/emoticons/00020344.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------&lt;br /&gt;To find products such as &lt;a href="http://www.consumerpricewatch.net/"&gt;diet supplements&lt;/a&gt; at the best price and to read what others thought about the product hop on over to consumerpricewatch.com.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a30/anniepok/tori.gif" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24427204-2002398638134340941?l=swampbrat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swampbrat.blogspot.com/feeds/2002398638134340941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24427204&amp;postID=2002398638134340941&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24427204/posts/default/2002398638134340941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24427204/posts/default/2002398638134340941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swampbrat.blogspot.com/2009/04/april-fools-day.html' title='April Fools Day'/><author><name>Tori :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14963896000691417017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T-QJAcn94mY/TeJ79LuTdFI/AAAAAAAAFcc/aRZ7D0faM5U/s220/swampbratthumbnail-2.png'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24427204.post-5116880469919728163</id><published>2009-03-28T23:18:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T12:04:52.672-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Mess with Texas... Women &amp; Lurkers De-lurk!!</title><content type='html'>First I wanna give a "Shout Out" to my PRESERVE GIRLS. I had a ton of fun Saturday and I really appreciate y'all thinking of me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally got to relieve some stress this weekend. Sei took me to the shooting range so I could try out my new gun. I LOVED it. I told Sei anytime he wants to take me there as a date, I'm game. When we first got there I suddenly got really nervous and unsure of myself. I also felt like I was dressed wrong because I didn't have any camoflague on like the men there- lol. But by the end I was feeling a lot better. And I didn't suck too terribly bad, so that's always good too.... At least I hit the blue... And no Omar, I wasn't aiming for the crotch, but hey- I'll take it!!&lt;br /&gt;The funniest thing I heard at the range?? A man was talking about how he had taken all the CHL classes so he could carry a concealed handgun if he paid his state fees. But there was no way he was gonna pay the state anything because &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"That's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;like payin' to go to church!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; I ♥ Texas.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318460019725961042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bChnMuOsQw4/Sc73NaPiB1I/AAAAAAAAFLw/B0fCGne9d4s/s320/March+2009+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318460013800779810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bChnMuOsQw4/Sc73NEK28CI/AAAAAAAAFLo/DkhwhteVqbs/s320/March+2009+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318460012599740642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bChnMuOsQw4/Sc73M_sgiOI/AAAAAAAAFLg/Ssw0mNfv8vk/s320/March+2009+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-7a4594134786aa77" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v5.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D7a4594134786aa77%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330216971%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D581DCE4DDD9E6B22107DB11F5DB1433D6B9CD76F.59C90FA5B0AA3EDD66D59ED091300C58D2FD912A%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D7a4594134786aa77%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DPk4l1URG9GVg-yQLb_gASZmHws0&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v5.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D7a4594134786aa77%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330216971%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D581DCE4DDD9E6B22107DB11F5DB1433D6B9CD76F.59C90FA5B0AA3EDD66D59ED091300C58D2FD912A%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D7a4594134786aa77%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DPk4l1URG9GVg-yQLb_gASZmHws0&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;ATTENTION LURKERS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I was looking at my statcounter recently. I don't look at it often because I forget I have it. Anyway... there are a *&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;TON &lt;/span&gt;of people lookin' at my blog that aren't commenting. I mean, I average around 15 comments a post, yet have like 200 more hits on my blog a day. So... if you are reading for the 1st time or lurking &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;PLEASE COMMENT TODAY!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;LURKERS please DE-LURK!!&lt;/span&gt; You don't have to have a blog to comment, just sign in your name. Also, let me know how you ended up here at my blog and how long you've been visiting. YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*and by "ton" I mean a couple hundred.... (&lt;em&gt;slight&lt;/em&gt; exagerration haha!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a30/anniepok/tori.gif" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24427204-5116880469919728163?l=swampbrat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=7a4594134786aa77&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swampbrat.blogspot.com/feeds/5116880469919728163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24427204&amp;postID=5116880469919728163&amp;isPopup=true' title='45 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24427204/posts/default/5116880469919728163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24427204/posts/default/5116880469919728163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swampbrat.blogspot.com/2009/03/dont-mess-with-texas-women-lurkers-de.html' title='Don&apos;t Mess with Texas... Women &amp; Lurkers De-lurk!!'/><author><name>Tori :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14963896000691417017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T-QJAcn94mY/TeJ79LuTdFI/AAAAAAAAFcc/aRZ7D0faM5U/s220/swampbratthumbnail-2.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bChnMuOsQw4/Sc73NaPiB1I/AAAAAAAAFLw/B0fCGne9d4s/s72-c/March+2009+019.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>45</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24427204.post-6136813703459865248</id><published>2009-03-27T15:32:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T15:57:31.424-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter and more things about me</title><content type='html'>* What are y'alls plans for Easter weekend? Kelsea and Karlea arrive on Friday, April 10th! YAY!! So far we are planning a trip not too far from here where there's natural waterfalls, caves, hiking trails, etc... I'm hoping for great weather. We will also do our 2nd annual night time egg hunt. They loved it &lt;a href="http://www.swampbrat.net/2008/03/our-weekend.html"&gt;last year,&lt;/a&gt; so I think it will be a new tradition. Isabel's birthday is April 9 and Tristan's is the 6th &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(They'll be 10 and 14!!CRAZY!)&lt;/span&gt; so the daytrip will be their "party" this year.&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Suzanne, my awesome friend, asked:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What is your favorite restaurant?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have a "favorite" but I really like Chili's, Joe's Crabshack and On The Border&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What is the last funny thing you've put on Sei's facebook?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote something along the lines of "Speaking of HOT, how are you Babe?" It's not as fun because he deletes all of them. Party pooper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When are you coming to Utah to visit me?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sei and I were planning a trip to Utah during the winter if we have enough money after hiring lawyers... :( If we come, I will let you know our travel plans!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Millie asked:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What season is your favorite and why&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;I love Spring when it's warm and Summer when it's HOT.  I don't like cold. I don't like wind. I don't like wearing coats. Texas doesn't really have a "spring" per se. It's more like a mild summer and then SUMMER. I love it though. I just like the heat!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mascowbell.blogspot.com/"&gt;My Twin, No Cool Story &lt;/a&gt;asked:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When are you doing another dance video?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am choreographing &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(ok, that's an exagerration)&lt;/span&gt; a NKOTB dance video using all NKOTB moves and music with the kids. It will be released soon.... Promise. I worry it will not be as cool as the &lt;a href="http://www.swampbrat.net/2007/09/watch-at-your-own-risk.html"&gt;original dance video&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Can I be in the video?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will have to come to Texas. Are you willing to do that?? ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, that's it for today. I will start with Beckie's question next time!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a30/anniepok/tori.gif" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24427204-6136813703459865248?l=swampbrat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swampbrat.blogspot.com/feeds/6136813703459865248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24427204&amp;postID=6136813703459865248&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24427204/posts/default/6136813703459865248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24427204/posts/default/6136813703459865248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swampbrat.blogspot.com/2009/03/easter-and-more-things-about-me.html' title='Easter and more things about me'/><author><name>Tori :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14963896000691417017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T-QJAcn94mY/TeJ79LuTdFI/AAAAAAAAFcc/aRZ7D0faM5U/s220/swampbratthumbnail-2.png'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24427204.post-5170641487068354738</id><published>2009-03-26T09:39:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T10:19:22.776-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Making you jealous and more ???s answered</title><content type='html'>*So... yesterday a certian Mama of Glitter stopped by my house. Yes- I got to hang with &lt;a href="http://glittersmama.blogspot.com/"&gt;Glittersmama&lt;/a&gt; for a few hours &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;at my house&lt;/span&gt;!! Jealous?!? I had the honor of meeting GM in &lt;a href="http://www.swampbrat.net/search/label/Oregon%20trip"&gt;Oregon&lt;/a&gt; this past summer. I really like her. She's very mellow and has a good sense of humor. I liked having the 1-on-1 time with her. I also got to meet the famous Glitter. Livie couldn't stop talking about "&lt;em&gt;playing with her friend&lt;/em&gt;." While they were playing Liv kept calling Glitter "friend." "Friend, come here." "Friend, wanna play with my kitchen?" I corrected her several times, but by the time GM and Glitter left, Glitter was answering to "Friend." It was pretty cute! Thanks GM for making time for me in your awesome road trip! What a fun adventure!! (Pictures will be here soon. GM took some...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* 4 out of 5 of the &lt;a href="http://joneslife.net/blog"&gt;Jones Quints&lt;/a&gt; are home now. Welcome home Jack, Ryan, Brooklyn and Lila!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Livie went with Sei to my dad's office the other day and has been talking about playing with the &lt;a href="http://www.rubberstampchamp.com/"&gt;rubber stamps&lt;/a&gt; since then. She brought home a paper stamped with my dad's signature, "TAXPAYERS COPY", etc... and she thinks it's the coolest thing. I'll have to get her some stamps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*There's still some questions I need to answer from my post a few posts back...&lt;br /&gt;Glittersmama asked:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What do you eat for breakfast? What are good Atkins-worthy snacks&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... when I wasn't totally cheating like I have been for 2 weeks I would eat some bacon or eggs for breakfast. But right now I've been stuck on Rice Krispies and I really need to get back on to Atkins. For some reason when I cheat I cheat BAD. BAD. So... I need to reign myself back in. Favorite snacks on Atkins: Bacon. It's like candy when you can't have candy. I also like devilled eggs and you can eat jello too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://nancysnonsenseofnothingness.blogspot.com/"&gt;Nancy&lt;/a&gt; asked:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;How often do you floss?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really bad about flossing. Maybe once a month? But everytime I go to the dentist they say "Wow! Your teeth look great. We can always tell the flossers from those that don't." Yessssssssss.... On the otherhand, Sei is a maniac flosser. I gave him a bag of floss at Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do you ever go to bed without washing off your makeup&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;NEVER. It grosses me out. Even if I fall asleep on accident if I wake up I will get up in the middle of the nite, wash my face and brush my teeth. I MUST!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://busybeelauren.blogspot.com/"&gt;Lauren&lt;/a&gt; asked:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do you like meat loaf?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... generally I'd say "no" because anything named "Meat Loaf" has to be gross. But I do like &lt;a href="http://www.swampbrat.net/2008/01/recipe-of-day-seis-fave-meatloaf.html"&gt;MY meatloaf&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Or did you mean the singer???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------&lt;br /&gt;I'll answer some more later. I'm taking it sloooow. :)&lt;br /&gt;Could I ask for prayers from y'all? There's some major crap going on here. No details- sorry. But I will say it has to do with a stack of papers &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(filled with a load of lies)&lt;/span&gt; we were served from Canada a few days ago. Seiuli's an awesome father- no matter what kind of crap some people want to make up. Y'all all know that, as does ANYONE who knows Seiuli. It makes me sick that people would tell lies just to get more money??? And by taking all that money a family is left wondering if they are going to have to sell their home, uproot their family yet again, etc... No &lt;a href="http://www.swampbrat.net/search/label/Tad%20Award%20winner"&gt;Tad Award&lt;/a&gt; is big enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a30/anniepok/tori.gif" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24427204-5170641487068354738?l=swampbrat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swampbrat.blogspot.com/feeds/5170641487068354738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24427204&amp;postID=5170641487068354738&amp;isPopup=true' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24427204/posts/default/5170641487068354738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24427204/posts/default/5170641487068354738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swampbrat.blogspot.com/2009/03/making-you-jealous-and-more-s-answered.html' title='Making you jealous and more ???s answered'/><author><name>Tori :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14963896000691417017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T-QJAcn94mY/TeJ79LuTdFI/AAAAAAAAFcc/aRZ7D0faM5U/s220/swampbratthumbnail-2.png'/></author><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24427204.post-7876358509666511362</id><published>2009-03-24T10:40:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T10:17:51.868-05:00</updated><title type='text'>??s answered</title><content type='html'>** I posted a new recipe on the &lt;a href="http://www.eazymealz.blogspot.com/"&gt;Eazy Mealz&lt;/a&gt; blog. It's been a while. I'll be updating it more often because I am such a cook. Not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** So... there's a big women's activity coming up in my church on April 18. It's starting with a 1 mile walk/5k run, then breakfast and then a couple hours of workshops. They passed around the sign up sheet and I totally signed up for the 5k. Why? Why did I do that? I've run a quite a few 5ks and I always suck. Remember my &lt;a href="http://www.swampbrat.net/2008/07/random-pics.html"&gt;last 5k&lt;/a&gt;? Yes, I got beat by my mom! So... yeah. I will be torturing myself again in a few weeks and I don't even get a tshirt out of it. I went to the gym yesterday and instead of getting on the stairclimber like I usually do I got on the treadmill and thought I'd run a quick 5k to practice... Yeah, um, it was a nice thought. I ran 1.75 miles and called it good. I hate running. I could have kept going but it is just so NOT fun. Not to mention I could literally feel my butt bounce up and down as I ran. It kinda hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** So to answer some of the questions from a couple of posts ago...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://shelbylouwhoo.blogspot.com/"&gt;Shelby Lou&lt;/a&gt; asked:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Paper or Plastic?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna go with plastic. Don't hate- I do reuse them to throw out poopy diapers and as little trashcan liners... I don't even think my grocery store has paper. Hmmm....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nsync or Backstreet Boys?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really liked both. I liked the whole "Bye Bye Bye" thing by N*Sync, but I'm gonna go with Backstreet Boys. They were cuter in my opinion and I liked more of their songs. I think I have a couple on my iPod. Of course, New Kids on the Block will always be the best boyband EVER... I wouldn't &lt;a href="http://www.swampbrat.net/search/label/kansas%20trip"&gt;fly to Kansas&lt;/a&gt; to see NSync or Backstreet Boys. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Awesome video alert with pelvic thrusts. Not as clear as on an &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.buy.com/cat/lcd-hdtv-panel-flat-screen-hdmi/18955.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;LCD TV&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; but still...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-7ca98319f10567b4" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v24.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D7ca98319f10567b4%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330216971%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6685206121F6172B5526269638764E216AB631A9.3CA239854F6B66D7ECABBCB923DD11D6E9AF9274%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D7ca98319f10567b4%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DgisXOlkQnm9jcfG8EEKj299zTm4&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v24.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D7ca98319f10567b4%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330216971%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6685206121F6172B5526269638764E216AB631A9.3CA239854F6B66D7ECABBCB923DD11D6E9AF9274%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D7ca98319f10567b4%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DgisXOlkQnm9jcfG8EEKj299zTm4&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If Sei had hair would he still be sexy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;He had hair when he met and I just never thought it was that great of hair, so I like him bald. But of course he'd still be sexy with hair because his head would still be on the same body and his lips and eyes would be the same. Yummy. I'm gonna go call him. BRB....&lt;br /&gt;..........&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I'm back...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What is the best piece of advice you have ever gotten?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoa. That's hard. I think when I was going thru my divorce &lt;a href="http://swampbaby.blogspot.com/"&gt;my sister&lt;/a&gt; told me that one day my prince would come and I would have the best marriage ever. I just needed to be ready. So, I got myself ready spiritually and physically &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(I got all HAWT for a little while to catch a man!!)&lt;/span&gt; And she was totally right. I met Sei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imonehappymama.blogspot.com/"&gt;Yvonne &lt;/a&gt;asked:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you could live anywhere in the world, where would you like to live?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would seriously live on a beach in a hut. I think I would be an awesome, expert beach bum. Ok, maybe not in a hut, but definitely on a beach. Hawaii maybe? I've never been there... I told Sei I'd move to Cozumel in a second. He could be a taxi driver and I could sell bobbing head turtles...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316787030854972722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 139px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bChnMuOsQw4/SckFopCDtTI/AAAAAAAAFLY/1Ko3Iuv8Xi0/s320/BOBBINGTURTLES.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;More answers soon!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a30/anniepok/tori.gif" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24427204-7876358509666511362?l=swampbrat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swampbrat.blogspot.com/feeds/7876358509666511362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24427204&amp;postID=7876358509666511362&amp;isPopup=true' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24427204/posts/default/7876358509666511362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24427204/posts/default/7876358509666511362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swampbrat.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-posted-new-recipe-on-eazy-mealz-blog.html' title='??s answered'/><author><name>Tori :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14963896000691417017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T-QJAcn94mY/TeJ79LuTdFI/AAAAAAAAFcc/aRZ7D0faM5U/s220/swampbratthumbnail-2.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bChnMuOsQw4/SckFopCDtTI/AAAAAAAAFLY/1Ko3Iuv8Xi0/s72-c/BOBBINGTURTLES.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24427204.post-8830539180298959283</id><published>2009-03-23T11:41:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T11:48:28.046-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Things people tell me or I tell people</title><content type='html'>Text from Sei this morning:&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We just tazed a guy and he pooped his pants&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;." - - True story&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;He got it all over my arm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;." - - He was kidding with that text.&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tristan before I dropped him off this morning at school:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Are you CRYING? Again??" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;-- In my defense, I was telling him about Natasha Richardson and I got to the part where they flew her to NY to be closer to family so they could tell her "&lt;em&gt;Goodbye&lt;/em&gt;" and I started crying.... What? I'm sensitive like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me to my ex during a counseling session on Saturday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Probably kill you. I'm out."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- This was in response to him totally ignoring Sei and I when we voiced our concerns about Isabel going to a camp out of state for 5 days by herself because we think she is too young to be out of state by herself - esp. for FIVE days. Sei said "&lt;em&gt;If anything happens to her..."&lt;/em&gt; and the tard said "&lt;em&gt;What? Whatcha gonna do Sei?"&lt;/em&gt; with his arms all out like "Bring it." So I did... and then I walked out. I'm done. Hey- you mess with the bull...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a30/anniepok/tori.gif" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24427204-8830539180298959283?l=swampbrat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swampbrat.blogspot.com/feeds/8830539180298959283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24427204&amp;postID=8830539180298959283&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24427204/posts/default/8830539180298959283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24427204/posts/default/8830539180298959283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swampbrat.blogspot.com/2009/03/things-people-tell-me-or-i-tell-people.html' title='Things people tell me or I tell people'/><author><name>Tori :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14963896000691417017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T-QJAcn94mY/TeJ79LuTdFI/AAAAAAAAFcc/aRZ7D0faM5U/s220/swampbratthumbnail-2.png'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24427204.post-334515848791032083</id><published>2009-03-19T10:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T10:56:05.892-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ask me anything...</title><content type='html'>~ Can I just tell y'all... I am so sad about Natasha Richardson's death. Anytime someone dies my heart breaks for their family. I remember that pain from when my sister died and it sucks. I don't like people to be sad. I'm definitely an advocate for people being HAPPY! :) :) :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ I've been working hard on my medical transcriptionist course. Right now I am just becoming familiar with medical terms such as &lt;a href="http://www.mesotheliomahelp.net/"&gt;Mesothelioma&lt;/a&gt;. Don't ask me what it means yet... at least it's spelt right!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ So, Shelby Lou of &lt;a href="http://shelbylouwhoo.blogspot.com/"&gt;Shelby Lou Whoo&lt;/a&gt;? did a post where she answered questions. I'm feeling like I have nothing to write about, so... ask me some questions. I start out answering them and then never finish like I did last time I did this, but that's ok. It's the thought that counts, right?  So... ASK AWAY!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a30/anniepok/tori.gif" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24427204-334515848791032083?l=swampbrat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swampbrat.blogspot.com/feeds/334515848791032083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24427204&amp;postID=334515848791032083&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24427204/posts/default/334515848791032083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24427204/posts/default/334515848791032083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swampbrat.blogspot.com/2009/03/ask-me-anything.html' title='Ask me anything...'/><author><name>Tori :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14963896000691417017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T-QJAcn94mY/TeJ79LuTdFI/AAAAAAAAFcc/aRZ7D0faM5U/s220/swampbratthumbnail-2.png'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24427204.post-5449852928425834137</id><published>2009-03-17T08:45:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T16:14:30.038-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dis and a lil bit of dat</title><content type='html'>~ 2 of &lt;a href="http://joneslife.net/blog"&gt;the quints&lt;/a&gt; are coming home today!!! YAY!! Congrats Ethan and Casey!&lt;br /&gt;**EDITED TO ADD: Baby Jack - the lone boy- came home. They thought there would be 2 coming, but so far only Jack has been released.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ I went to Plato's Closet the other day. My mom told me they have super cute purses. Ok, I'm just not stylish I guess because I looked at all those purses and all I thought was, "&lt;em&gt;Yep, those are purses alright&lt;/em&gt;." I have no clue what would be cute or cool or whatever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Tristan, Alec and Izzy are at the ex's this week for Spring break. It sucks because Taj and Liv won't sleep upstairs. Liv usually sleeps with Iz and Taj sleeps with Alec. So now Taj is on a mattress on the floor in our room and Liv is pushing me off the bed and having explosive nocturnal tourettes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ So, I've lost 16 pounds on Atkins. And I guess I'm slowly adding more carbs. I started by eating carbs on the weekend- though not a ton. I'm trying to watch calories, exercise, etc... I just wanna be a hottie. Is that too much to ask?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ I like to comment on Seiuli's Facebook wall everyday. He likes to delete my comments every evening. Apparently saying things like, "&lt;em&gt;Hey babe, tonite how 'bout you dress up as a cop and I'll pretend to be a shoplifter..."&lt;/em&gt; embarrasses him. But if he wrote something like that on MY wall I would LOVE it. Go figure...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ A co-worker of Sei's sent him a text that said something like "&lt;em&gt;I tagged up a bunch of your pics on Facebook... your wife is a trip... takes someone special to stay fun with that many kids... and to stay thin... you're a lucky man"&lt;/em&gt; or something like that. I was reading it over Sei's shoulder so I'm not positive of the last part. He's either "lucky" or "blessed." ;) I thought it was nice. Sei tells me I'm a trip and thin all the time, but to have some random person say it made me feel good. I mean, I love Sei, but I'm also sleeping with him. If he said "&lt;em&gt;You're annoying and fat&lt;/em&gt;" he'd look stupid. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Favorite comment of the week so far:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dear diary:I read a blog post today that included both the words "pimp" and "hymn."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Omar.&lt;br /&gt;I thought the same thing when I wrote it... well, not the "Dear Diary" but the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a30/anniepok/tori.gif" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24427204-5449852928425834137?l=swampbrat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swampbrat.blogspot.com/feeds/5449852928425834137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24427204&amp;postID=5449852928425834137&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24427204/posts/default/5449852928425834137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24427204/posts/default/5449852928425834137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swampbrat.blogspot.com/2009/03/dis-and-lil-bit-of-dat.html' title='Dis and a lil bit of dat'/><author><name>Tori :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14963896000691417017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T-QJAcn94mY/TeJ79LuTdFI/AAAAAAAAFcc/aRZ7D0faM5U/s220/swampbratthumbnail-2.png'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24427204.post-2966186327418268659</id><published>2009-03-16T08:13:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T08:45:13.329-05:00</updated><title type='text'>In which I may sound like Uncle Rico or like I'm high</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;WARNING: This post is all over the place!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rd4jRk1Pncg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rd4jRk1Pncg&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;No, I have no desire to go "&lt;em&gt;back in '82."&lt;/em&gt; I'd only be 6... But seriously. Sometimes I get so frustrated with myself and past choices. Now I know, I know... those choices "made me who I am today." Yeah, yeah, yeah &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Whatever&lt;/span&gt;. I'm not even talking about the choices that got me sent to Anasazi. I was 14-15 when that all went down. I'm talking about choices from age 16 up. Choices that had me married before I was 18. Choices that made me a mom before I was 19. Ugh. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And although I was rebellious and did my share of partyin' in high school, honestly I didn't do all that much that other kids weren't doing. The stuff I was doing wouldn't have been a big deal if I wasn't LDS. But I am LDS so it was a big deal apparently. I partied some, but not near as much as other kids. You know why? Because I was going to school and then working 30+ hours a week. I was like a mini-adult in high school. I get so bugged at myself for marrying that loser at such a young age and for such a mature reason: I wanted to prove to my parents he loved me. Holy stupid. 6 more months - tops- and I would have dumped him and moved to Utah with my sister to get away. Then I would have met Sei because my sister managed the apartments that Sei's good friend lived in. See... it would have all worked out. ;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I never had those fun college years. I attended college- yes- but only part time and had to rush to pick up my kiddos from my mom after class. I've never had any "me" years. Don't get me wrong- I absolutely LOVE my family. I am so thankful for my kids and I am 100,000% in love with Seiuli. But sometimes I feel a tinge of jealousy towards Sei. He did everything right if you take away his 1st marriage. He stayed out of trouble in high school, had awesome fun college years at Ricks before BYU, served a mission and picked up skills that will serve him thru out his life, has cool surfing skills, computer hacking skills, and now he has this awesome job that always has new things going on- never the same day twice. Soooo opposite of my life. The only thing that changes on a daily basis for me is how many poopy diapers I'll change- and now the poopy diapers aren't even MY kids!! And people say "&lt;em&gt;Well, stop watching kids..."&lt;/em&gt; Well, I'd love to but we need to money right now. I'm trying to finish my medical transcriptionist course but it's slow going when you only get 20 spare minutes to do anything in a day- and that's usually in the bathroom. (I'm typing this from the toilet... btw)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm just bored with the mundane things in life. I told Sei that I would totally be ok with us selling everything, moving to a 3 bedroom apartment and using all the money we'd save monthly to take little weekend trips with the family. Or to rent wakeboards or visit museums, explore caves or whatever. I just want to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;LIVE LIFE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;NOW&lt;/span&gt;. And I'm serious- I would be fine. Who decides how big a house people need? We have 4 bedrooms and honestly our kids sleep where ever the heck they want to. Half the time we have 3 kids piled on a sofa sleeper in the living room. Idk why- they just like to. When Kelsea and Karlea visit we have 5 or 6 kids sleeping in one room with 2 empty bedrooms. And I'm ok with that. Why do we need 2800 sq feet? We don't. Why did we buy furniture for the upstairs living area? No one sits on the couch. They all lay around on the floor. We don't need it. We bought it because the room was empty. Who cares? Why is empty bad? Why do I have to paint the walls a different color? Does it matter? I'm not knockin' on people who decorate- it's just not my thing. So why do I have to pretend it is? Does that make sense.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I know I am sooooo rambling. I'm just bored. Bored and tired of trying to live how "everyone else" lives. I want change. Not Obama change. Change in MY life, my home, my feelings about life. I want to live the way I feel we should live. Sei agrees with me. He's game. I'm just a chicken. The question is: Are we brave enough to make that jump? I can talk about it over and over. We can talk it to death. But it doesn't change anything unless we're willing to go for it. We talked about it a lot last nite and have decided we're gonna start by cutting corners and saving to take a weekend trip once a month. It doesn't have to be overnite or anything, but we are going as a family SOMEWHERE. We could drive to Oklahoma City to visit the bombing memorial. We could go to the Riverwalk in San Antonio. There's tons of places in the DFW area that are free or aren't expensive. It doesn't have to be anything major- we can look at blooming &lt;a href="http://www.aaronsfarm.com/category/Apricot+Trees"&gt;Apricot trees&lt;/a&gt; and have a picnic. Just something out of the "norm." We're gonna stop waiting for us to win the lottery or for Liv to get older, etc.... We're gonna start small before we sell the house and move to the hut on the beach.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And I realize this post sounds like I'm on drugs. I blame that on my "partyin'" days. :P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a30/anniepok/tori.gif" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24427204-2966186327418268659?l=swampbrat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swampbrat.blogspot.com/feeds/2966186327418268659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24427204&amp;postID=2966186327418268659&amp;isPopup=true' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24427204/posts/default/2966186327418268659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24427204/posts/default/2966186327418268659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swampbrat.blogspot.com/2009/03/in-which-i-may-sound-like-uncle-rico-or.html' title='In which I may sound like Uncle Rico or like I&apos;m high'/><author><name>Tori :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14963896000691417017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T-QJAcn94mY/TeJ79LuTdFI/AAAAAAAAFcc/aRZ7D0faM5U/s220/swampbratthumbnail-2.png'/></author><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24427204.post-3186037730592145508</id><published>2009-03-14T18:31:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T08:48:20.228-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='piano players are hot'/><title type='text'>Seiuli Saturday: Pimpin' my husband out</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bChnMuOsQw4/Sbw-9pJrdmI/AAAAAAAAFLA/LeFkI02QBl0/s1600-h/pimp.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313190889129735778" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 154px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 167px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bChnMuOsQw4/Sbw-9pJrdmI/AAAAAAAAFLA/LeFkI02QBl0/s320/pimp.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hey everyone!! For &lt;a href="http://www.swampbrat.net/search/label/piano%20players%20are%20hot"&gt;Seiuli Saturday&lt;/a&gt; today I am totally gonna pimp my husband out. He is currently setting up a Facebook artist page, but it's all whacked right now with all the changes, so he set up an artist page at Myspace. It's a public page so you don't have to sign in to view it. It features Seiuli's own arrangements of LDS hymns. Please go check it out, let us know what you think. You can comment here, my Facebook page, ask to be added as a friend to Sei's Myspace page, whatever! We just wanna hear from you. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And please pass the link along to your friends!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks y'all! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's the page address:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/ldspianomusic"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;www.myspace.com/ldspianomusic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------&lt;br /&gt;If you are looking for a new watch check out kenmarwatches.com. They carry all types and brands including &lt;a href="http://www.kenmarwatches.com/breil/watches/"&gt;Breil watches&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a30/anniepok/tori.gif" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24427204-3186037730592145508?l=swampbrat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swampbrat.blogspot.com/feeds/3186037730592145508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24427204&amp;postID=3186037730592145508&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24427204/posts/default/3186037730592145508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24427204/posts/default/3186037730592145508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swampbrat.blogspot.com/2009/03/seiuli-saturday-pimpin-my-husband-out.html' title='Seiuli Saturday: Pimpin&apos; my husband out'/><author><name>Tori :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14963896000691417017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T-QJAcn94mY/TeJ79LuTdFI/AAAAAAAAFcc/aRZ7D0faM5U/s220/swampbratthumbnail-2.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bChnMuOsQw4/Sbw-9pJrdmI/AAAAAAAAFLA/LeFkI02QBl0/s72-c/pimp.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24427204.post-5592634626486083793</id><published>2009-03-13T06:24:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T08:51:01.586-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tad Award winner'/><title type='text'>Tad Award Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.swampbrat.net/search/label/Tad%20Award%20winner"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312492676881297602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 111px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bChnMuOsQw4/SbnD8V1fsMI/AAAAAAAAFKw/qFydCc-gUio/s400/tad.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's &lt;a href="http://www.swampbrat.net/search/label/Tad%20Award%20winner"&gt;Tad Award&lt;/a&gt; time. For the newbies let me explain what this award is. Almost 2 years ago I introduced these awards. A Tad Award is NOT an award you want to win. The Tad Award is basically reserved for people who suck. I hand them out occasionally. You can click on the pic of Tad to read about other Tad Award winners. Here's today's:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.... Sei was at work. It was his lunch break which is suppose to be &lt;em&gt;his&lt;/em&gt; time- although it usually gets cut short by some kind of call. Anyway... the computer in his cop car was dying and needed to be charged. It charges only when the car is on. So, he went in to Whataburger to eat, but left the car running and locked and parked where he could see it. He was in Whataburger for about 20 minutes. He ordered, ate and left. When he went back to the station the lieutenant pulled Sei aside and let him know he had received a complaint. What?? A woman had taken the time out of her day to call the police station to file a complaint. She said she was glad that all their city tax money was going towards paying for a police officer to leave his car running during a 20 minute lunch. Are you freakin' kidding me?&lt;br /&gt;1st of all - Why do people think that because they pay taxes that they own the police? Or the cops owe them something?&lt;br /&gt;2nd of all- who DOES that??? Seriously??? If she was bothered or concerned could she not have just said, "Excuse me officer. Did you know your car was on?" and then he could have explained that he was charging his computer. Instead she went to his superiors and complained against my husband because &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;he left his car running&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gee- what a freakin' crime biotch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you kidding me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Tad award&lt;/span&gt; for you. And I hope you get pulled over soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------&lt;br /&gt;Because you never know what other drivers are distracted doing (like complaining about stupid things!!) while they drive, make sure you have the &lt;a href="http://www.onlineautoinsurance.com/Choosing_Auto_Coverage.htm"&gt;recommended auto insurance coverage&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a30/anniepok/tori.gif" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24427204-5592634626486083793?l=swampbrat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swampbrat.blogspot.com/feeds/5592634626486083793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24427204&amp;postID=5592634626486083793&amp;isPopup=true' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24427204/posts/default/5592634626486083793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24427204/posts/default/5592634626486083793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swampbrat.blogspot.com/2009/03/tad-award-time.html' title='Tad Award Time'/><author><name>Tori :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14963896000691417017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T-QJAcn94mY/TeJ79LuTdFI/AAAAAAAAFcc/aRZ7D0faM5U/s220/swampbratthumbnail-2.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bChnMuOsQw4/SbnD8V1fsMI/AAAAAAAAFKw/qFydCc-gUio/s72-c/tad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24427204.post-2698623256562712675</id><published>2009-03-12T11:06:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T08:55:44.918-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I called the cops and I liked it</title><content type='html'>~ So... today I called 911. I came back from dropping the boys off at school, and had a car full of kids. When I went to unlock the door the key had a really hard time going into the lock. Like REALLY hard time. This was weird. And I could barely get it unlocked. Being the &lt;em&gt;Investigation Discovery Channel&lt;/em&gt; junkie I am, rather than thinking that maybe my key got messed up I immediately think "&lt;em&gt;There is a murderer in my house and he jimmied the lock."&lt;/em&gt; So... I go back out to the car, call Sei- who was on a call and didn't answer. Thanks Babe, call me back when you get a chance. Oh wait, nevermind, I'm already dead. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(kidding babe.)&lt;/span&gt; Then I called the mom of one of the kids I watch and asked her if she thinks I'd be a dork to call the cops. She didn't think I would be a dork and usually she thinks I am a dork, so this was good. So I called 911, told them that it was probably fine, but I didn't want to be wrong and caught totally vulnerable with 5 kids. Then I threw in there that my husband is a cop and thought I should call. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(That was a lie since I hadn't talked to him yet, but oh well.)&lt;/span&gt; THEN Sei called, but I couldn't answer so he's freakin' out thinkin' I'm murdered. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(I very well could have been!)&lt;/span&gt; So... the cops came, went thru my house and said it was "&lt;em&gt;all clear&lt;/em&gt;." I walk into my house, all the lites are on, closet doors are open and I was SO EMBARRASSED by how messy all the bedrooms were. AND one of my bras was hanging on the doorknob in the bathroom. And not a fancy Victoria Secrets bra- an ugly one. I'm so embarrassed. NONE of the beds were made, an ugly bra was on the doorknob, dirty dishes were in the sink... So embarrassed. But not dead, so that's good.&lt;br /&gt;And you know what makes me even weirder than y'all already know I am? Having the cops come save me&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; (over-exagerrating, but it's all good)&lt;/span&gt; was a TOTAL turn on. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(No- the cops were not hot. It just made me want Sei home.)&lt;/span&gt; My husband does that EVERYDAY. &lt;em&gt;How freakin' &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;hot &lt;/span&gt;is that&lt;/em&gt;? And how many other chicks are thinking my husband is all hot? Ok, that kinda bugs.... Next subject!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ I totally wanna try Motocross. Am I weird? I saw this "Made" episode on Mtv- you know, where they take people and "make" them into whatever... Prom Queen, skater, BMX riders, etc... Well, I saw one where this totally prissy chick was "made" into a motocross rider. I was so bugged because: 1) She was a prissy and I know I could do it better. 2) Because I'm 32 and I was jealous of a 15 yr old prissy pants. Yes, I'm weird. I think I'm just bored as of late. I wanna try something fun and exciting. And I'm NOT prissy so if that chick could do it I'm sure I can... once I figure out how to start the darn thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ I get to shoot my gun this weekend hopefully. If I do I will take pics so I can look at all baaaad....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Edited to add: Def Leppard, Poison &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(&lt;a href="http://saysayreality.blogspot.com/"&gt;S&lt;/a&gt;!!!)&lt;/span&gt; and Cheap Trick are comin' to Dallas on Aug. 21. I could just cry!! AND No Doubt is coming May 30!!!!! I'll have to check into getting some &lt;a href="http://www.creativedisplaysnow.com/"&gt;cardboard displays&lt;/a&gt; so I can make cool signs at the concerts!! Woo hoo!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a30/anniepok/tori.gif" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24427204-2698623256562712675?l=swampbrat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swampbrat.blogspot.com/feeds/2698623256562712675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24427204&amp;postID=2698623256562712675&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24427204/posts/default/2698623256562712675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24427204/posts/default/2698623256562712675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swampbrat.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-called-cops.html' title='I called the cops and I liked it'/><author><name>Tori :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14963896000691417017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T-QJAcn94mY/TeJ79LuTdFI/AAAAAAAAFcc/aRZ7D0faM5U/s220/swampbratthumbnail-2.png'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24427204.post-7908008724524310946</id><published>2009-03-10T11:37:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T11:43:53.813-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I worry about my children</title><content type='html'>So last nite Alec is making more Crystal Lite. He's making a big ol jug that he's gonna bring to the table for dinner. I look up and he is stirring it with a pair of scissors. SCISSORS! Gross.&lt;br /&gt;We were like, "&lt;em&gt;Why are you using scissors? Who knows where they've been??"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and he says "&lt;em&gt;They were sitting by the sink so I thought they were clean... what else am I suppose to use?" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"How bout a spoon out of the drawer FULL OF SPOONS!!" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"But those are all clean..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;'Eh?&lt;/span&gt;  Makes me really glad I just drink my Diet DP...&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Isabel was cleaning the table off. Now I'm not a big fan of sponges. I use paper towels like there's no tomorrow because you can throw them away and you aren't carrying germs from one place to the next. Izzy just made me hate sponges more. Last nite she's wiping off the table when she took the sponge, SQUEEZED THE DIRTY WATER OUT OF IT ONTO THE MIDDLE OF THE TABLE, then used that water to wipe the table with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Who are these children??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a30/anniepok/tori.gif" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24427204-7908008724524310946?l=swampbrat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swampbrat.blogspot.com/feeds/7908008724524310946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24427204&amp;postID=7908008724524310946&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24427204/posts/default/7908008724524310946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24427204/posts/default/7908008724524310946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swampbrat.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-worry-about-my-children.html' title='I worry about my children'/><author><name>Tori :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14963896000691417017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T-QJAcn94mY/TeJ79LuTdFI/AAAAAAAAFcc/aRZ7D0faM5U/s220/swampbratthumbnail-2.png'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24427204.post-3696019282298515335</id><published>2009-03-09T14:35:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T15:01:09.094-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't have much to write about</title><content type='html'>~ I'm sorry I haven't been visiting blogs. I've been... lame. I have no excuse. I'm just lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ So... I got a gun this weekend. I've wanted one for years, but this weekend we finally purchased a Rossi .38 Special revolver. Now I just need to learn to shoot it. I have 5 shots. I figure I can hit the bad guy atleast once out of 5... Ya think? Hopefully I won't be like on "Dumb and Dumber":&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Harry! You're alive! And you're a horrible shot..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ I've been on Facebook a lot this weekend. I'm trying to play matchmaker with a friend and a cop Sei works with. They're both on FB so we've all been chatting a lot. But the more I'm on it the more I hate it. People leave comments on Sei's page like "&lt;em&gt;You beautiful green-eyed Samoan&lt;/em&gt;..." &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(ok- he has blue eyes 1st of all...)&lt;/span&gt; or "&lt;em&gt;Nothing is more appetizing than a man that can play the piano." &lt;/em&gt;Um, HELLO. "&lt;u&gt;Appetizing&lt;/u&gt;?" Or the whole reconnecting with people you haven't talked to in forever and they think y'all are best friends is kind of weird. I haven't talked to you in 20 years, why start now? Why would I wanna hang out? And really, I'm NOTHING like I was 20 years ago, so it'd probably be awkward. Whatev. He'll read this and say all the women that wrote the comments were "old and fat" because that's how he describes any woman besides me. He'll probably be bugged I wrote this, but oh well. Maybe he should have been a uglier guy... &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZUHT-p8svkc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZUHT-p8svkc&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;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Speaking of Sei... have y'all seen that Huggies wipe commercial where the mom has the baby in the bubble because she doesn't want him to get dirty?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mom of baby in bubble = Seiuli&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Seriously. I call him the party pooper. I feel kids were made to get dirty. He winces the entire time they dig in the dirt. It's cute. I had a bigger post about that planned, but I'm just not feelin' it today. :-/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a30/anniepok/tori.gif" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24427204-3696019282298515335?l=swampbrat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swampbrat.blogspot.com/feeds/3696019282298515335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24427204&amp;postID=3696019282298515335&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24427204/posts/default/3696019282298515335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24427204/posts/default/3696019282298515335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swampbrat.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-dont-have-much-to-write-about.html' title='I don&apos;t have much to write about'/><author><name>Tori :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14963896000691417017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T-QJAcn94mY/TeJ79LuTdFI/AAAAAAAAFcc/aRZ7D0faM5U/s220/swampbratthumbnail-2.png'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24427204.post-4483926387981724087</id><published>2009-03-05T21:34:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T22:00:02.028-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Cool pics by Tori :) and random stuff as usual</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, Tristan wouldn't let me blog pics of his armpit hair &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(As an embarrassing mom I have to keep him believing that I actually would!!)&lt;/span&gt; but he is very proud of this pic. This is Tristan's ingrown toenail. Well, it's actually the whole side of his big toenail, but the pointy part was the ingrown part. Impressive, yes? It's only fair he has an ingrown toenail. When I was pregnant &lt;em&gt;with him&lt;/em&gt; my feet got fat&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; (actually EVERYTHING got fat...)&lt;/span&gt; and I had an ingrown toenail on each side of my big toes. Payback is a bio-tch. Now if he'd only get a ton of stretchmarks, we'd be even. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bChnMuOsQw4/SbCaVzIeM5I/AAAAAAAAFKA/4UhPkSh71mo/s1600-h/March+2009+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309913659963487122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bChnMuOsQw4/SbCaVzIeM5I/AAAAAAAAFKA/4UhPkSh71mo/s400/March+2009+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My kids are awesome.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309913647808146834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bChnMuOsQw4/SbCaVF2abZI/AAAAAAAAFJw/1_zvpEromTU/s400/March+2009+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309913657653799586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bChnMuOsQw4/SbCaVqhzKqI/AAAAAAAAFJ4/n5vu4UzyRII/s400/March+2009+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309913629783281906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bChnMuOsQw4/SbCaUCs80PI/AAAAAAAAFJg/cyannImPrEw/s400/March+2009+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309913638599255938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bChnMuOsQw4/SbCaUji154I/AAAAAAAAFJo/ehBfG7HNTcM/s400/March+2009+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;-----------------&lt;br /&gt; So, randomness... let's see.  I sometimes wonder if there is any such thing as "Nocturnal Tourettes." If so, Liv has it. She yells, fights, spits, cusses... everything during the nite. The other nite she kept telling me, "&lt;em&gt;Go away Mom!"&lt;/em&gt; Too bad she was in MY bed.&lt;br /&gt;-----------------&lt;br /&gt;My husband is hot. I know I say that all the time, but he is. And I love him. A lot. And I am really, really spazzy and he doesn't care. I had 2 people tell me I'm a nut all in one day and I am. But he finds that endearing, I guess. :)&lt;br /&gt;-----------------&lt;br /&gt;I've been doing pretty good with Atkins. But yesterday I broke down and ate a bowl of POPS! cereal. I was craving it sooooo bad. But then I ate it and felt guilty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Great. Now I have GUILT!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(What movie? If you get it right you win 6000 cool points.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned for my post about the baby in the bubble...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a30/anniepok/tori.gif" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24427204-4483926387981724087?l=swampbrat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swampbrat.blogspot.com/feeds/4483926387981724087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24427204&amp;postID=4483926387981724087&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24427204/posts/default/4483926387981724087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24427204/posts/default/4483926387981724087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swampbrat.blogspot.com/2009/03/cool-pics-by-tori-and-random-stuff-as.html' title='Cool pics by Tori :) and random stuff as usual'/><author><name>Tori :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14963896000691417017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T-QJAcn94mY/TeJ79LuTdFI/AAAAAAAAFcc/aRZ7D0faM5U/s220/swampbratthumbnail-2.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bChnMuOsQw4/SbCaVzIeM5I/AAAAAAAAFKA/4UhPkSh71mo/s72-c/March+2009+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24427204.post-1823875633328680665</id><published>2009-03-03T08:37:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T22:49:18.486-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Guess who I saw???</title><content type='html'>Guess what made my nite last nite? Well, actually it probably wouldn't be appropriate to talk about it on my blog, so I'll tell you the OTHER thing that made my nite last nite. I'm walkin' in to Kroger grocery store with Tristan when I see HIM. I see "&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Go Conner!"&lt;/span&gt; Remember "&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Go Conner&lt;/span&gt;!" from &lt;a href="http://www.swampbrat.net/2009/02/first-things-first-everyone-go-wish.html"&gt;this post&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(a &lt;em&gt;must read&lt;/em&gt; if you missed it)???&lt;/span&gt; I was totally staring at him trying to figure out where I knew him from when I saw his sweat shirt- with his school's name. I said, "&lt;em&gt;Tristan it's the whiny kid&lt;/em&gt;!!" And T said, "&lt;em&gt;I know Mom. Please don't say anything. Please don't say anything..."&lt;/em&gt; as I said, "&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Amen Brutha!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; I couldn't help myself. Tristan just kept his head down like he was mortified.&lt;br /&gt;I was like, "&lt;em&gt;Come on Tristan. Did you really think I was gonna say anything &lt;/em&gt;to&lt;em&gt; him&lt;/em&gt;?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;You DID say something&lt;/em&gt;!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;All I said was 'Amen Brutha&lt;/em&gt;!'"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;And he LOOKED at you&lt;/em&gt;!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;He did? Ah man. If I had known that I would have said more like 'Hey there's that whiny baby from H______. Remember when y'all totally won that game? Or, 'hey kid. I blogged about you.' Or I could have just waved my hand in front of my face and said 'Boo ya!&lt;/em&gt;'"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Yeah, but then he would have just thought 'That kid has to bring his retarded mom to the store.&lt;/em&gt;'"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;True..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;GO CONNER!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a30/anniepok/tori.gif" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24427204-1823875633328680665?l=swampbrat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swampbrat.blogspot.com/feeds/1823875633328680665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24427204&amp;postID=1823875633328680665&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24427204/posts/default/1823875633328680665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24427204/posts/default/1823875633328680665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swampbrat.blogspot.com/2009/03/guess-who-i-saw.html' title='Guess who I saw???'/><author><name>Tori :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14963896000691417017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T-QJAcn94mY/TeJ79LuTdFI/AAAAAAAAFcc/aRZ7D0faM5U/s220/swampbratthumbnail-2.png'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24427204.post-2766812432702969444</id><published>2009-03-02T11:46:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T22:49:18.487-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Naps, Movies and Child Abuse</title><content type='html'>*So, this weekend Alec's basketball team won the bronze medal for their league. I hate losing and all I could think during their game was, "&lt;em&gt;I hate losing. Don't lose&lt;/em&gt;." Man, I'm such a loser! Isabel's team lost their game so they walked away with the silver medal. YAY! But get this- they were down 14 to 5 with 1:30 left in the game. Hello- it took them almost the whole game to get 5 points and the other team's coach calls for a full court press. What?? Not only that, but there was this annoying dad yelling at his daughter on the other team. "&lt;em&gt;Casey!! What are you doing?!?!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;GET YOUR HEAD IN THE GAME!!!"&lt;/em&gt; "&lt;em&gt;Don't pass like that!!"&lt;/em&gt; "&lt;em&gt;Don't let her past you Casey!"&lt;/em&gt; "&lt;em&gt;Move your feet&lt;/em&gt;!!" NOTHING positive at all. And he kept trying to get her attention to coach her from the stands. Ok, that is NOT good. If you wanna coach then volunteer. Otherwise, shut up. I just sat there going, "&lt;em&gt;They're 9. They're 9. They're 9&lt;/em&gt;." I think he finally figured out I was talking to him.&lt;br /&gt;Later a girl on our team got fouled, bad, but they didn't call it. I just said to my mom, "&lt;em&gt;Ooh, that was a foul."&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(I don't yell at refs at rec games.)&lt;/span&gt; And the man says, without looking at me, "&lt;em&gt;That wasn't a foul."&lt;/em&gt; I looked right at him and I said, "&lt;em&gt;When they grab your arm, Yes, it's a foul."&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BRING IT.&lt;/span&gt; I sooooo wanted him to say more, but he didn't. Boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I also took Isabel to the Jonas Brother's 3-d movie. It was like a 3-D concert. Those 3-D glasses get annoying after a while, but I thought the movie/concert was good! I bought Isabel the soundtrack at the movie theater for an early birthday present and the manager walks out and gives Izzy a GINORMOUS poster to go with her cd. She was stoked!! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308648359000480066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bChnMuOsQw4/SawbjluvGUI/AAAAAAAAFI4/kvSDFX5bDIk/s400/jbmovie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I took a mega-long nap yesterday. And I wasn't even in my bed. I was curled up on the living room floor with my head against the desk. I was watching Sei hang a ceiling fan and 3. hours. later. I woke up. Apparently Tristan took a picture of me with my phone- sleeping. Isn't Seiuli so lucky to sleep with me? Atleast my mouth is covered up because I'm sure it was wide open. Sei laid down next to me and slept for an hour- in the living room floor. When we woke up we were laughing because we were trying to think if we ever saw any of OUR parents sleep in the living room floor...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308649616408131826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bChnMuOsQw4/Sawcsx8FOPI/AAAAAAAAFJA/r7HJtCL0Nvk/s400/sleepingbeauty.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;*I slapped Tristan on Sunday. He deserved it. He was putting on a mask like this &amp;amp; harrassing me:&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308652044553616162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 263px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bChnMuOsQw4/Sawe6HfE-yI/AAAAAAAAFJI/SM-nxpnGuPo/s320/Jabbawockeez2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;He wrapped himself up in a black sheet, walked into my bedroom and turned off the lite. He just stood there. Scared the crap out of me. Then he ran into my bathroom. Then he came over to the bed where I was studying my medical transcriptionist stuff and just stared at me. And kept moving closer. And closer. And- WHACK!- I popped him on the mask. Oops. So, what does the genius do? He backs up towards my bedroom door and comes CRAWLING at me!!! What the heck? &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mask + Crawling = Tori craps pants.&lt;/span&gt; He's so lucky I didn't kick him in the face. I called Sei in the room and yelled at him- because it's his fault. If he didn't crawl at me trying to scare me all the time Tristan wouldn't do it either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that concludes my weekend review.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a30/anniepok/tori.gif" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24427204-2766812432702969444?l=swampbrat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swampbrat.blogspot.com/feeds/2766812432702969444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24427204&amp;postID=2766812432702969444&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24427204/posts/default/2766812432702969444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24427204/posts/default/2766812432702969444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swampbrat.blogspot.com/2009/03/naps-movies-and-child-abuse.html' title='Naps, Movies and Child Abuse'/><author><name>Tori :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14963896000691417017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T-QJAcn94mY/TeJ79LuTdFI/AAAAAAAAFcc/aRZ7D0faM5U/s220/swampbratthumbnail-2.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bChnMuOsQw4/SawbjluvGUI/AAAAAAAAFI4/kvSDFX5bDIk/s72-c/jbmovie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24427204.post-3524149045545904947</id><published>2009-03-01T20:27:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T21:20:59.109-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Watch shopping</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bChnMuOsQw4/Sa9E4HTlxQI/AAAAAAAAFJY/Ywp8Ue8IXrA/s1600-h/acmestudio_26577.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309538216517682434" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 79px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bChnMuOsQw4/Sa9E4HTlxQI/AAAAAAAAFJY/Ywp8Ue8IXrA/s200/acmestudio_26577.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not a big watch-wearer. I have a watch, but I forget to wear it very often. My husband, on the other hand, wears his watch ALL.THE.TIME. He wears it to work. He wears it to bed. ALL.THE.TIME. When he was shopping for a watch for work he looked a lot of places. He is a police officer so he was actually pretty picky about the kind of watch he needed. Something that was kind of sporty, but looked professional and would last through police chases. ;)&lt;br /&gt;The website KenmarWatches.com was great. They carry all different kinds of watches including &lt;a href="http://www.kenmarwatches.com/"&gt;Fendi watches&lt;/a&gt;, so the selection was huge. I liked this website because you could shop by color, price, and brand. That made it really easy to find the kind of watch he needed without wasting a lot of time. The watches were also all at discount prices. Can't beat that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a30/anniepok/tori.gif" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24427204-3524149045545904947?l=swampbrat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swampbrat.blogspot.com/feeds/3524149045545904947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24427204&amp;postID=3524149045545904947&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24427204/posts/default/3524149045545904947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24427204/posts/default/3524149045545904947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swampbrat.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-am-not-big-watch-wearer.html' title='Watch shopping'/><author><name>Tori :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14963896000691417017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T-QJAcn94mY/TeJ79LuTdFI/AAAAAAAAFcc/aRZ7D0faM5U/s220/swampbratthumbnail-2.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bChnMuOsQw4/Sa9E4HTlxQI/AAAAAAAAFJY/Ywp8Ue8IXrA/s72-c/acmestudio_26577.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24427204.post-5563501389064260410</id><published>2009-02-27T08:27:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T09:08:46.661-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Here's to no headaches and eating weird things</title><content type='html'>*I want to give a big &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SHOUT OUT&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;CONGRATS&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;a href="http://joneslife.net/blog"&gt;Casey and Ethan &lt;/a&gt;today. They know what I'm talking about. I dedicate this to the happy couple:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VZ2HcRl4wSk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VZ2HcRl4wSk&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;* Tristan wouldn't let me take a picture of his newfound armpit hair. Not that I'd really take a pic of his armpit hair and post it, but he thinks I would which is totally funny to me and means I am doing my job as a mom- &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;embarrassing him&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* I watched a show about little girls that do pageants. Those moms are just out of control. It made me really sad. These 5 year olds are wearing fake teeth because they lost a tooth and it looks "bad." Hello- what looks more "5 year-old-ish" than lost teeth? See I have proof:&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307310150611150786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bChnMuOsQw4/SadadnAAp8I/AAAAAAAAFIo/9XbHW3FRFns/s320/Feb2009+038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;* Does anyone else out there eat gum like it's candy? On Atkins I can't eat a lot of carbs. Well, sugar alcohol doesn't count as carbs, so most sugarfree gum is ok to chew/eat. I ate an entire pack of gum today. And it was good. Am I weird? I only do it when it's a fruity flavor. Today it was watermelon. Yum.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;* Sei keeps telling me he's going to grow a mustache or a "cop-stache" as I like to call it. He already does the "cop chew" when he chews gum. You know the kinda "tough guy smack" that cops do? HE DOES THAT- and it's not even on purpose. It's ridiculous. All he needs is a 'stache and dark sunglasses and then he will be this guy, minus the hair...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307312896938076018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 140px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bChnMuOsQw4/Sadc9d3X53I/AAAAAAAAFIw/v20gZ8pEMCs/s200/cop.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a30/anniepok/tori.gif" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24427204-5563501389064260410?l=swampbrat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swampbrat.blogspot.com/feeds/5563501389064260410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24427204&amp;postID=5563501389064260410&amp;isPopup=true' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24427204/posts/default/5563501389064260410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24427204/posts/default/5563501389064260410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swampbrat.blogspot.com/2009/02/heres-to-no-headaches-and-eating-weird.html' title='Here&apos;s to no headaches and eating weird things'/><author><name>Tori :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14963896000691417017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T-QJAcn94mY/TeJ79LuTdFI/AAAAAAAAFcc/aRZ7D0faM5U/s220/swampbratthumbnail-2.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bChnMuOsQw4/SadadnAAp8I/AAAAAAAAFIo/9XbHW3FRFns/s72-c/Feb2009+038.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24427204.post-6815817498705632387</id><published>2009-02-26T09:21:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T10:31:44.671-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a few random thoughts</title><content type='html'>* &lt;em&gt;Sky High&lt;/em&gt; is such a good movie. Have y'all seen it? So many people haven't seen it and it is just so fun. I love Kurt Russell. He makes me laugh! Warren Peace is hot and should have played "Jacob" in &lt;em&gt;Twilight&lt;/em&gt;, but whatev. I've seen Sky High probably 50 times and it never gets old.&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5beKfbM9uGg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5beKfbM9uGg&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;* Another movie, much like Sky High, that I was pleasantly surprised with? -&lt;em&gt;Holes&lt;/em&gt; with Shia LeBeouf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I've bought 2 cds in my life that I only bought for 1 song but ended up LOVING the entire cd. I mean, I've bought other cds that I loved, but these 2 cds I was totally NOT expecting to love them- I just wanted to hear the one song. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(This was before downloading was so easy.)&lt;/span&gt; Wanna know the cds? &lt;em&gt;Lit: Place in the Sun&lt;/em&gt; from 1999 totally rocks. I still have a ton of their songs on my iPod.&lt;br /&gt;The other cd was &lt;em&gt;Ashley Parker Angel: Soundtrack to Your Life&lt;/em&gt;. He was in the Mtv group O-Town and this was his 1st try at as a solo artist. He's now starring on Broadway as Link Larkin. Watch out Zac Gayfron!! What are some cds you bought and were pleasantly surprised with?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* You know what article of clothing REALLY bugs me? Sleeveless shirts on guys. Idk why, but they bug. My ex buys a lot of them for the boys and they'll come home from his house wearing them and I'm like, "&lt;em&gt;Go put on a shirt with sleeves. Now."&lt;/em&gt; It's one thing if you're workin' out or something, but just wearing sleeveless to wear sleeveless BUGS me SO bad- especially if you have no muscle tone. I don't know- they just kinda look skank to me. I'm sorry if I just offended any sleeveless shirt wearing guys out there. If you are exercising, it's ok. If you are wearing it to show off your tattoo on your flab- it's not ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Does anyone else think this is just... wrong??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ThZ98ytDeNI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ThZ98ytDeNI&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;* Can you believe they voted Dane off &lt;em&gt;The Biggest Loser&lt;/em&gt;??  And what's up with all the product placement? "&lt;em&gt;Ziplocs are a great way to store your food..."&lt;/em&gt; or "&lt;em&gt;Chew some sugar-free Extra to cut the cravings between meals.&lt;/em&gt;.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a30/anniepok/tori.gif" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24427204-6815817498705632387?l=swampbrat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swampbrat.blogspot.com/feeds/6815817498705632387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24427204&amp;postID=6815817498705632387&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24427204/posts/default/6815817498705632387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24427204/posts/default/6815817498705632387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swampbrat.blogspot.com/2009/02/just-few-random-thoughts.html' title='Just a few random thoughts'/><author><name>Tori :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14963896000691417017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T-QJAcn94mY/TeJ79LuTdFI/AAAAAAAAFcc/aRZ7D0faM5U/s220/swampbratthumbnail-2.png'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24427204.post-961192401760545694</id><published>2009-02-24T13:45:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T13:51:46.933-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reasons not to call 911'/><title type='text'>Reasons not to call 911</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Reasons not to call&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254049222867091874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bChnMuOsQw4/SOoh7llpAaI/AAAAAAAADgk/w9Kji_QH4dY/s400/911_call.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, Seiuli is working today and one of his fellow officers gets a call. A woman has called 911 because there is something suspicious on her porch. It's broad daylite, so she can see clearly what is it, but still... she thinks it is "suspicious" and wants an officer to come check it out- STAT.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Wanna know what it was?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Go ahead.... guess.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306452876578273250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 231px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bChnMuOsQw4/SaROxsXMN-I/AAAAAAAAFIY/kRE0omYPZTo/s320/eggcarton.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yep. One &lt;em&gt;very suspicious&lt;/em&gt; empty egg carton... WTHeck??? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a30/anniepok/tori.gif" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24427204-961192401760545694?l=swampbrat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swampbrat.blogspot.com/feeds/961192401760545694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24427204&amp;postID=961192401760545694&amp;isPopup=true' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24427204/posts/default/961192401760545694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24427204/posts/default/961192401760545694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swampbrat.blogspot.com/2009/02/reasons-not-to-call-911.html' title='Reasons not to call 911'/><author><name>Tori :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14963896000691417017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T-QJAcn94mY/TeJ79LuTdFI/AAAAAAAAFcc/aRZ7D0faM5U/s220/swampbratthumbnail-2.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bChnMuOsQw4/SOoh7llpAaI/AAAAAAAADgk/w9Kji_QH4dY/s72-c/911_call.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24427204.post-6480967340903239933</id><published>2009-02-23T13:55:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T22:49:18.487-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just stuff...</title><content type='html'>* I am feeling somewhat better. I still have a nagging cough and it sounds like I'm hacking up a lung, but I feel a lot better. No fever. Thanks for y'alls well-wishes!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I went to Alec and Isabel's games even though I felt like crap and couldn't yell. Alec lost his 1st but won his 2nd. He's in the consolation championship next Saturday. Isabel won. She has a game tonite and then if they win they play for 1st place on Saturday as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* My dad said he would coach Izzy's team next year. Thank goodness. I was going to, but I realize I am so NOT a coach. I'm the loud, obnoxious daughter sitting next to the coach. I can play. I know the rules, but that doesn't make me a coach. So, YAY for my dad!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I am still working on the medical transcriptionist program I &lt;a href="http://www.swampbrat.net/2009/02/because-i-dont-like-to-be-boring.html"&gt;told y'all about&lt;/a&gt;. I am not very far into it. Apparently I have a ton of kids and it's hard to get more than 20 minutes in at a time- especially during basketball season. It's my goal to finish it by our vacation July 23, but we'll see... Either way in the next year I'd like to be working from home, but not watching kids or working &lt;a href="http://www.salesjobs.net/"&gt;jobs in sales&lt;/a&gt;- because I would suck at that. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* We bought ceiling fans this weekend with our tax refund. That's why we have so many kids- we like our refunds. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* My brother wrote a &lt;a href="http://walkstar.blogspot.com/"&gt;good post&lt;/a&gt; about the war.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Livie is still pooping in the potty. YAY! She's had one or 2 accidents, but they truly &lt;em&gt;were &lt;/em&gt;accidents. She is very proud of herself for pooping in the potty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Seiuli gave me a journal for Valentines day. It's going to be "our" journal. He filled the first 2 pages with reasons he loves me. I did the same. The other day I wrote about an incident that moved him up on the cool-o-meter to me. He totally went off on my ex, but then felt bad even though my ex deserved it. So, Sei, being a real man, called to apologize. I laughed at him and called him an "amateur"&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; (I was kidding)&lt;/span&gt; but he really is an awesome example to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I also went ice skating with Sei on Vday. I let go of the wall this time. The only other time I went I was 15 and never let go. This time was exciting and I had a great time! Sei also took me out to Costa Vida. I know that doesn't sound fancy, but I haven't been to Costa Vida in over a year and recently found that there is one about 35 minutes from our house. YAY!!! Best sweet pork salad evah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* What kind of deoderant do y'all use?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a30/anniepok/tori.gif" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24427204-6480967340903239933?l=swampbrat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swampbrat.blogspot.com/feeds/6480967340903239933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24427204&amp;postID=6480967340903239933&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24427204/posts/default/6480967340903239933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24427204/posts/default/6480967340903239933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swampbrat.blogspot.com/2009/02/just-stuff.html' title='Just stuff...'/><author><name>Tori :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14963896000691417017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T-QJAcn94mY/TeJ79LuTdFI/AAAAAAAAFcc/aRZ7D0faM5U/s220/swampbratthumbnail-2.png'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24427204.post-2272820264732503728</id><published>2009-02-20T18:20:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T18:22:25.455-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I sick</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;This pic is me. I'm sick. I feel like crap. I'm mad because it's Alec and Isabel's basketball tournament this weekend and I have no voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"I'm not happy, Bob. Not happy."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(That was for Avee, Nobo.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305039086830022210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 386px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 390px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bChnMuOsQw4/SZ9I8TIQ7kI/AAAAAAAAFII/yxjDJ_OtAKY/s400/sick.jpg" border="0" /&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://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a30/anniepok/tori.gif" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24427204-2272820264732503728?l=swampbrat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swampbrat.blogspot.com/feeds/2272820264732503728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24427204&amp;postID=2272820264732503728&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24427204/posts/default/2272820264732503728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24427204/posts/default/2272820264732503728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swampbrat.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-sick.html' title='I sick'/><author><name>Tori :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14963896000691417017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T-QJAcn94mY/TeJ79LuTdFI/AAAAAAAAFcc/aRZ7D0faM5U/s220/swampbratthumbnail-2.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bChnMuOsQw4/SZ9I8TIQ7kI/AAAAAAAAFII/yxjDJ_OtAKY/s72-c/sick.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24427204.post-598796191962456674</id><published>2009-02-18T13:15:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T22:41:42.292-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Halle- freakin'- lujah!!</title><content type='html'>This post is about poop- fair warning...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See this picture!? See the new baby doll with baby doll potty?? This was Livie's "&lt;a href="http://www.swampbrat.net/2009/02/things-that-have-bugged-me-lately.html"&gt;Poop in the Potty" prize&lt;/a&gt;. And YES- &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;IT IS OPENED!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304218571405893778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bChnMuOsQw4/SZxesA-toJI/AAAAAAAAFH4/r2OI-B6Xzi8/s320/DSCN5273.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally today she did it!! I had thought in the past about just having her run around barebum because I didn't think she'd poop on the floor intentionally. So today she had on a gown and got that look like she needed to poop and I told her, "&lt;em&gt;Nope. You aren't pooping in your pants&lt;/em&gt;." and I took her panties. I also put her basket of panties that is in the laundry room up on a high shelf so she couldn't just run get a new one. She was SO mad. MAD. MAD. MAD. Like screamed "NO!!!" at the top of her lungs for an hour. I finally gave in to get her to shut up and gave her her panties. Then I told her, "&lt;em&gt;If you poop in your pants I am taking your panties again."&lt;/em&gt; This seemed to work. After attempting to hold it for an hour or 2 she finally cried and said, "I need to go potty!!" She pooped a little, crying the whole time, and jumped off as quickly as possible. 5 minutes later she did the same thing. 5 minutes later she did it again and I think she got it all out that time. She was still VERY mad at me. Didn't even want to open her gift. Didn't want candy. Didn't want to call Daddy. Nada. 1/2 an hour later she told me, "&lt;em&gt;Mom, I pooped in the potty. But don't poop in your pants or NO panties!"&lt;/em&gt; YAY!!!&lt;br /&gt;Finally she decided to open her gift and has been playing happily with it for an hour. She was even telling her doll, "&lt;em&gt;I'm here. I'll hold your hand. It's ok..."&lt;/em&gt; while it sat on the toilet&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt; Wonder where she heard that?? Let's just hope the "no panties" threat continues to work, because nothing else did.&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news... &lt;a href="http://walkstar.blogspot.com/"&gt;my brother has a blog&lt;/a&gt; now. He writes about stuff that goes over my head, so I'm just here to promote him and leave dorky comments. :) He's a good writer, so go visit him. :)&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a30/anniepok/tori.gif" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24427204-598796191962456674?l=swampbrat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swampbrat.blogspot.com/feeds/598796191962456674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24427204&amp;postID=598796191962456674&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24427204/posts/default/598796191962456674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24427204/posts/default/598796191962456674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swampbrat.blogspot.com/2009/02/halleujah.html' title='Halle- freakin&apos;- lujah!!'/><author><name>Tori :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14963896000691417017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T-QJAcn94mY/TeJ79LuTdFI/AAAAAAAAFcc/aRZ7D0faM5U/s220/swampbratthumbnail-2.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bChnMuOsQw4/SZxesA-toJI/AAAAAAAAFH4/r2OI-B6Xzi8/s72-c/DSCN5273.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24427204.post-445313861070001692</id><published>2009-02-17T10:23:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T10:34:21.335-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sign of a Real Mom</title><content type='html'>So... the 24 hour stomach bug has been making its way thru my family- which means it takes for-freakin'-ever because there's so many of us. Yesterday was Livie's turn. That sucked because she's scared to poop in the potty. Yeah... diarrhea on my carpet. Gross. I made Sei rent a steam cleaner on his way home and he spent 2 hours steam cleaning our carpet. He is wonderful. Anyway... on to why I have proof I am a real mom &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(besides all the kids)...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in my bathroom getting ready to take a shower when Liv, who was sleeping on my bed, woke up and was whining. I asked her if she needed to go potty and then, she got "The Look." I knew she was about to puke. In a split second I thought, "&lt;em&gt;Have her puke on her blanket, not my bed! Wait no, that won't work because she'll be upset and want her blanket afterwards..."&lt;/em&gt; So, I scooped her up to run her to the bathroom. As I grabbed her I deliberately faced her into my chest in order to save her blanket she was holding, my bed and the carpet. Blech. Puke all over the front of me. Then puke all over the bathroom floor &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(which is NOT carpet, thankfully)&lt;/span&gt; and all over the side and inside of the toilet. Nice.&lt;br /&gt;See? I'm a mom because I let her puke ON ME instead of her puking on her blanket so that she would have that comfort after all the puking.&lt;br /&gt;Then I took a shower. Ick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a30/anniepok/tori.gif" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24427204-445313861070001692?l=swampbrat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swampbrat.blogspot.com/feeds/445313861070001692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24427204&amp;postID=445313861070001692&amp;isPopup=true' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24427204/posts/default/445313861070001692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24427204/posts/default/445313861070001692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swampbrat.blogspot.com/2009/02/sign-of-real-mom.html' title='Sign of a Real Mom'/><author><name>Tori :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14963896000691417017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T-QJAcn94mY/TeJ79LuTdFI/AAAAAAAAFcc/aRZ7D0faM5U/s220/swampbratthumbnail-2.png'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24427204.post-7615613406819749297</id><published>2009-02-16T16:03:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T16:11:22.301-06:00</updated><title type='text'>In case you aren't on Facebook</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've already uploaded these pics of our Valentine shirts gift to Sei, but if you aren't on Facebook you may not have seen them.&lt;br /&gt;Every year I get a personalized shirt on Vday declaring my love for Sei. You can see my "Got Sei?" shirt in the post below. This year I surprised him by getting "cop" shirts for all the kids and myself!!  The kids all picked their own shirt style, what it would say out of the choices I gave them, and font, so it was a collaborative effort. Sei LOVED them all!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bChnMuOsQw4/SZnjVE0DK6I/AAAAAAAAFHo/QsUyXawu1Kc/s1600-h/Feb2009+028.jpg"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303519987414281122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bChnMuOsQw4/SZnjVE0DK6I/AAAAAAAAFHo/QsUyXawu1Kc/s320/Feb2009+028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;"God made MY DADDY so firemen would have heroes."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bChnMuOsQw4/SZnjN2hqxmI/AAAAAAAAFHc/ibIdc66LzD4/s1600-h/Feb2009+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303519863320004194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bChnMuOsQw4/SZnjN2hqxmI/AAAAAAAAFHc/ibIdc66LzD4/s320/Feb2009+027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "Don't like cops?? Try callin' a crackhead for help instead of MY DAD."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bChnMuOsQw4/SZnjNRZcWQI/AAAAAAAAFHQ/DJGoRo1YO00/s1600-h/Feb2009+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303519853353392386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bChnMuOsQw4/SZnjNRZcWQI/AAAAAAAAFHQ/DJGoRo1YO00/s320/Feb2009+025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "My dad can arrest your dad."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303519852231355762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bChnMuOsQw4/SZnjNNN7bXI/AAAAAAAAFHE/jgYYYlY4Hs0/s320/Feb2009+024.jpg" border="0" /&gt; "My daddy is my hero."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303519838983721938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bChnMuOsQw4/SZnjMb3ck9I/AAAAAAAAFG4/qXgdngpYxtM/s320/Feb2009+023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;"My dad catches bad guys. What does your dad do?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303519833121629650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bChnMuOsQw4/SZnjMGB0JdI/AAAAAAAAFGs/MtwSNCGuBqA/s320/Feb2009+037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;"Feel safe at nite, sleep with a cop. (Just not mine.)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a30/anniepok/tori.gif" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24427204-7615613406819749297?l=swampbrat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swampbrat.blogspot.com/feeds/7615613406819749297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24427204&amp;postID=7615613406819749297&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24427204/posts/default/7615613406819749297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24427204/posts/default/7615613406819749297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swampbrat.blogspot.com/2009/02/in-case-you-arent-on-facebook.html' title='In case you aren&apos;t on Facebook'/><author><name>Tori :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14963896000691417017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T-QJAcn94mY/TeJ79LuTdFI/AAAAAAAAFcc/aRZ7D0faM5U/s220/swampbratthumbnail-2.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bChnMuOsQw4/SZnjVE0DK6I/AAAAAAAAFHo/QsUyXawu1Kc/s72-c/Feb2009+028.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24427204.post-1565621434842338861</id><published>2009-02-14T12:20:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T12:31:52.207-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='piano players are hot'/><title type='text'>Seiuli Saturday- Valentines Day Edition</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today's song is "our" song. It's called 'God Blessed the Broken Road' by Rascal Flatts. This song totally embodies our relationship and how we got to where we are today...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy Valentines day!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;embed name="FLVPlayer" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" src="http://www.onetruemedia.com/share_view_player?p=" width="408" height="382" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="&amp;amp;p=8110892533551ea4f4e743&amp;amp;skin_id=701&amp;amp;host=http://www.onetruemedia.com" salign="LT" wmode="transparent" scale="noscale" quality="high"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"God Blessed The Broken Road"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I set out on a narrow way many years ago&lt;br /&gt;Hoping I would find true love along the broken road&lt;br /&gt;But I got lost a time or two&lt;br /&gt;Wiped my brow and kept pushing through&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't see how every sign pointed straight to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;br /&gt;Every long lost dream led me to where you are&lt;br /&gt;Others who broke my heart they were like Northern stars&lt;br /&gt;Pointing me on my way into your loving arms&lt;br /&gt;This much I know is true&lt;br /&gt;That God blessed the broken road&lt;br /&gt;That led me straight to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think about the years I spent just passing through&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to have the time I lost and give it back to you&lt;br /&gt;But you just smile and take my hand&lt;br /&gt;You've been there you understand&lt;br /&gt;It's all part of a grander plan that is coming true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm just rolling home&lt;br /&gt;Into my lover's arms&lt;br /&gt;This much I know is true&lt;br /&gt;That God blessed the broken road&lt;br /&gt;That led me straight to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That God blessed the broken road&lt;br /&gt;That led me straight to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302721896596673346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bChnMuOsQw4/SZcNeE1Uk0I/AAAAAAAAFGc/BUysCR5ACes/s400/DSCN5143.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Yeah- I didn't think so. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a30/anniepok/tori.gif" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24427204-1565621434842338861?l=swampbrat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swampbrat.blogspot.com/feeds/1565621434842338861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24427204&amp;postID=1565621434842338861&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24427204/posts/default/1565621434842338861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24427204/posts/default/1565621434842338861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swampbrat.blogspot.com/2009/02/seiuli-saturday-valentines-day-edition.html' title='Seiuli Saturday- Valentines Day Edition'/><author><name>Tori :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14963896000691417017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T-QJAcn94mY/TeJ79LuTdFI/AAAAAAAAFcc/aRZ7D0faM5U/s220/swampbratthumbnail-2.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bChnMuOsQw4/SZcNeE1Uk0I/AAAAAAAAFGc/BUysCR5ACes/s72-c/DSCN5143.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24427204.post-7538999720128702948</id><published>2009-02-13T06:17:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T10:51:04.537-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Love is in the air...</title><content type='html'>Here are the 1st 2 emails between &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Sei&lt;/span&gt; and I when we first met online. We laugh so hard when we read them because we were the biggest dorks in the world!! Neither one of us sound like ourselves, yet, for some reason we knew we were suppose to continue to write each other...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Sei&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(the little words in parenthesis are just me being a dork.):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;How are ya? I'm pretty new to this whole online thing also. Still feels kinda weird. Anyways, I was just browsing through the profiles and your picture caught my eye. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Because I was HOT!!;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hope everything is going well for you as you adjust to the whole single thing again.. You appear to be a very beautiful person and seem to have a lot going for you.. Keep your head up&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(quote from a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Tupac&lt;/span&gt; song!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt; and things will work out for you I'm sure.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I just signed up yesterday and don't have a picture up yet (if that matters) but I promise you I'm not some freak of nature. I work a lot of hours and don't have much time to get out so I thought I'd give this a shot and see if I could meet some cool peoples. Hope this message finds you doing well. Take care.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Max5&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;My reply:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hey- thanks for writing. A picture will help you get more hits on your profile, so you may wanna get one up.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; (Because I need to know if you're gross...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt; I am doing really well &amp;amp; I appreciate you asking.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Who talks like that?? DORK!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;How old are your little girls? My only daughter is 2. I also have 4 &amp;amp; 6 year old boys. Do your girls live near you? Are you in Provo? I have a sister in Provo, that's why I'm asking. :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thank you for writing me a normal message- some guys on here seem to think that proposing marriage or writing me sappy lines will work for me &amp;amp; it doesn't.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Yes it does.)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;So, THANK YOU for being normal. I hope yo&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;u are&lt;/span&gt; well &amp;amp; hope to hear from you again.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Swampbrat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, there you have it. Where it all began. It's fun to read &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;thru&lt;/span&gt; our old emails and laugh at the exaggerations and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;dorkiness&lt;/span&gt;. For example- &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Sei&lt;/span&gt; never owned the "Best of Friends" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;dvd&lt;/span&gt; as he claimed to in an email. We still joke about it. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Tori and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Seiuli&lt;/span&gt; timeline:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st email/online contact: June 21, 2001&lt;br /&gt;1st online chat: June 25, 2001&lt;br /&gt;1st phone call: June 27-28, 2001&lt;br /&gt;1st real life meeting: July 5, 2001&lt;br /&gt;Tori moved to Utah: Aug. 4, 2001&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Sei&lt;/span&gt; and Tori eloped to Vegas: Sept. 14, 2001&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a30/anniepok/tori.gif" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24427204-7538999720128702948?l=swampbrat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swampbrat.blogspot.com/feeds/7538999720128702948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24427204&amp;postID=7538999720128702948&amp;isPopup=true' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24427204/posts/default/7538999720128702948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24427204/posts/default/7538999720128702948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swampbrat.blogspot.com/2009/02/love-is-in-air.html' title='Love is in the air...'/><author><name>Tori :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14963896000691417017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T-QJAcn94mY/TeJ79LuTdFI/AAAAAAAAFcc/aRZ7D0faM5U/s220/swampbratthumbnail-2.png'/></author><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24427204.post-3738562901167681430</id><published>2009-02-12T07:12:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T14:01:50.882-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Looky what I did?? And Livie pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, the big question is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;WILL I REALLY HAVE MORE FUN?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Get it? Because I went &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;blonde&lt;/span&gt;...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bChnMuOsQw4/SZQglNzzEII/AAAAAAAAFGM/N74AIdG6LMY/s1600-h/DSCN5123.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301898485056082050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bChnMuOsQw4/SZQglNzzEII/AAAAAAAAFGM/N74AIdG6LMY/s400/DSCN5123.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301898800285171490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bChnMuOsQw4/SZQg3kIRPyI/AAAAAAAAFGU/UJ3vRlA918Y/s400/DSCN5120.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What do y'all think?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;----------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Why I love &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Livie&lt;/span&gt;... This is my attempt to take her picture with my camera &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(that I found to be the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.buy.com/specialty_store_6/weekly_deals/62329.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;best buy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; on buy.com)&lt;/span&gt; for some Valentine picture frames we were making:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301898476142346050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bChnMuOsQw4/SZQgksmmP0I/AAAAAAAAFF8/1ieDzzkPo_4/s400/Feb2009+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301898471825675506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bChnMuOsQw4/SZQgkchbFPI/AAAAAAAAFF0/Ft1g8VlRV-Q/s400/Feb2009+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bChnMuOsQw4/SZQgkzuzbZI/AAAAAAAAFGE/D0BMOUITtX8/s1600-h/Feb2009+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301898478055812498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bChnMuOsQw4/SZQgkzuzbZI/AAAAAAAAFGE/D0BMOUITtX8/s400/Feb2009+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My personal fave:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301898461387830514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bChnMuOsQw4/SZQgj1o2NPI/AAAAAAAAFFs/FQusMcsn4KY/s400/Feb2009+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, in honor of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Vday&lt;/span&gt; which is on Saturday, I will post an email from when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Sei&lt;/span&gt; and I &lt;a href="http://www.swampbrat.net/2006/03/sohowd-yall-meet.html"&gt;met online&lt;/a&gt;. It won't be as hot as &lt;a href="http://www.aubreyannie.com/2009/02/sex-tip.html"&gt;Aubrey's advice&lt;/a&gt;. THAT is hot. Scandalous! We're &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;WaaaaaaaY&lt;/span&gt; beyond waffle recipes now! I think I am blushing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a30/anniepok/tori.gif" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24427204-3738562901167681430?l=swampbrat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swampbrat.blogspot.com/feeds/3738562901167681430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24427204&amp;postID=3738562901167681430&amp;isPopup=true' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24427204/posts/default/3738562901167681430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24427204/posts/default/3738562901167681430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swampbrat.blogspot.com/2009/02/looky-what-i-did-and-livie-pics.html' title='Looky what I did?? And Livie pics'/><author><name>Tori :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14963896000691417017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T-QJAcn94mY/TeJ79LuTdFI/AAAAAAAAFcc/aRZ7D0faM5U/s220/swampbratthumbnail-2.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bChnMuOsQw4/SZQglNzzEII/AAAAAAAAFGM/N74AIdG6LMY/s72-c/DSCN5123.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24427204.post-1244399316250581391</id><published>2009-02-10T20:28:00.011-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T14:04:17.660-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Things that have bugged me lately EDITED***</title><content type='html'>I don't think I'm a person that really gets bugged that easily. I mean, yes, things will bug me but I get over it pretty quickly. But I need to get these &lt;s&gt;3&lt;/s&gt; FOUR things off my chest:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Livie,&lt;br /&gt;I know you can't read this, but you can read your name and you know that this present is yours:&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301366764480256962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bChnMuOsQw4/SZI8_AToW8I/AAAAAAAAFFc/ZbETX9G5QhA/s320/Feb2009+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt; You can open it when you poop in the potty. This holding-it-in-and-pooping-in-your-panties-all-thru-out-the-day crap is about to drive me insane. I change you more than the babies I watch. PLEEEEAAASSSSEEEE- I am begging and bribing you- please poop in the potty or "coilet" or whatever you wanna call it. Just sit on it and poop. It's not rocket science and you are so smart. So, please? Mommy is going crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ♥ you.&lt;br /&gt;Mommy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;----------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Dear Pau Gasol&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; (loser Laker),&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please shave that crap off your neck. A beard is ok, and even a beard going onto your neck that is neatly trimmed is ok &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(although I wouldn't want to be kissin' on it).&lt;/span&gt; But the pub-y lookin' hair under your chin running down your neck is gross. You're paid &lt;em&gt;how much&lt;/em&gt;? And you still look like a homeless guy who found a Lakers jersey in the trash &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(where it belongs.)&lt;/span&gt; Please- shave it. I'd appreciate it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-Mavs Fan&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301361469178943842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 352px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bChnMuOsQw4/SZI4KxxamWI/AAAAAAAAFFU/1VleWSxbvIg/s400/paugasol.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;---------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Dear Editor(s) of this commercial,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301361472560652850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bChnMuOsQw4/SZI4K-XrYjI/AAAAAAAAFFM/07zBuSrwGeo/s400/your2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;How many people did this commercial go thru before it was put on the air? Do you not realize you used the wrong form of "your" not once, but TWICE in the commercial? &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301361471174721586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bChnMuOsQw4/SZI4K5NPwDI/AAAAAAAAFFE/z7OgWX7T-9w/s400/your.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Yep, makes me wanna call and get the card I am "instantly approved" for- sheesh. And no, I'm not a grammar queen, but I know that Y-O-U-apostrophe- R-E means "You are." Y-O-U-R means "Your." Get it right and please fix your commercial so future episodes of "Beverly Hills 90210" are not ruined for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;Tori :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Start at :12)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/veTVnroZ7OQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/veTVnroZ7OQ&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;I forgot one:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Step-mother to my children,&lt;br /&gt;When you email Isabel or any of the other children, please try to use correct grammar. I don't want to have to un-teach any &lt;em&gt;more&lt;/em&gt; things they may learn from you. One thing I notice when you email me and the kids is that you write "Would of" instead of "would have" or "would've." As in, "&lt;em&gt;I would of liked to have been there&lt;/em&gt;" as opposed to "&lt;em&gt;I would have liked to have been there&lt;/em&gt;." I know most people pronounce it like "would of" but seriously, you are a&lt;em&gt; school teacher&lt;/em&gt;. You must know that it's not "would of," right? Or... maybe you don't. In fact, I am pretty sure you don't going by your track record with common sense, basic knowledge, etc... I apologize. Carry on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-The real mom&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-----------------------&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ok- NOW I feel better.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-------------------------&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Check out upack.com where you can find all the moving help you need including &lt;a href="http://www.upack.com/about/moving-companies.asp"&gt;moving companies&lt;/a&gt;, supplies, etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a30/anniepok/tori.gif" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24427204-1244399316250581391?l=swampbrat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swampbrat.blogspot.com/feeds/1244399316250581391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24427204&amp;postID=1244399316250581391&amp;isPopup=true' title='27 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24427204/posts/default/1244399316250581391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24427204/posts/default/1244399316250581391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swampbrat.blogspot.com/2009/02/things-that-have-bugged-me-lately.html' title='Things that have bugged me lately EDITED***'/><author><name>Tori :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14963896000691417017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T-QJAcn94mY/TeJ79LuTdFI/AAAAAAAAFcc/aRZ7D0faM5U/s220/swampbratthumbnail-2.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bChnMuOsQw4/SZI8_AToW8I/AAAAAAAAFFc/ZbETX9G5QhA/s72-c/Feb2009+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>27</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24427204.post-5204615428045702456</id><published>2009-02-09T12:09:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T22:49:18.487-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Is there really such a thing as random?</title><content type='html'>So, this is gonna be a random post like most of mine are. But that got me thinkin'- is there really such a thing as random? I mean, I start the post thinking "Random" but then I edit, delete, etc... so is it really random? How's that for a random question?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I don't write about my ex that often on here. Sometimes I do but I try to avoid it because... well honestly because I don't want him to find my blog and use something I said against me. It already happened with Sei's ex-wife. But can I just &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SCREAM&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;REALLY LOUD&lt;/span&gt;? Please? I knew there were idiots in the world. My Officer Gorgeous deals with them on a daily basis at work. But seriously, how do these people find each other? MatchIdiots.com? I am so frustrated. I don't speak "Idiot." I'm frustrated with Sei's ex right now too, but she reads my blog on occasion so...&lt;br /&gt;Moving on....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* This weekend was full of basketball games. Alec won 40 to 9. And we didn't even press. Wow, he must have rad coaches... ;) And Izzy's team lost 10-4, but my little Isabel scored all 4 points. Boo ya! And her coach STILL took her out and kept his daughter in the ENTIRE game. I just think that's wrong especially considering:&lt;br /&gt;1) It's a rec league.&lt;br /&gt;2) I coach Alec along with my dad and we don't keep Alec in the entire game even though he's the best point guard.&lt;br /&gt;3) Izzy is way cuter to watch.&lt;br /&gt;But whatev.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;* Tristan's bball coach has a blog that he posts stuff about their schedule, etc... I told Tristan I left the comment "&lt;em&gt;Who do you think is the cutest player?"&lt;/em&gt; and signed in as, "Tristan's Mom." He was &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;dying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. I didn't really leave the comment, but Tdog's reaction was classic.&lt;/p&gt;* I chatted with a friend from jr. high and high school. What's funny is we were good friends when we weren't fighting over my ex. We chatted about our brain damage. I'm so glad to NOT be in high school anymore. While chatting she mentioned Sei looked like this guy from "The Secret Life of an American Teenager." What do you think. I think he's hot and so is my husband.:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300869303461152898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 224px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bChnMuOsQw4/SZB4i9mTCII/AAAAAAAAFE8/LUyVraWvpqE/s320/sei.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I've lost 11 pounds in a month without the use of a &lt;a href="http://www.researchdietpills.com/"&gt;diet pill&lt;/a&gt;. I've started using the stairclimber at the gym. It's like a mini-escalator. Can I just tell y'all that is KILLS me???!!! I watched an episode of "The Biggest Loser" where they were on an escalator and had to walk on it for as long as possible. I didn't see what the problem was.&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; I AM SO SORRY FOR MAKING FUN OF YOU BL CONTESTANTS!!&lt;/span&gt; I was doing 30 min. on the stairclimbere the other day and I was about to cry the last 5. Seriously. It was bad. And I don't weigh 300 pounds. I think my calf muscles FELL OUT of my legs. Ow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* That's all I've got today. Happy Monday!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a30/anniepok/tori.gif" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24427204-5204615428045702456?l=swampbrat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swampbrat.blogspot.com/feeds/5204615428045702456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24427204&amp;postID=5204615428045702456&amp;isPopup=true' title='29 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24427204/posts/default/5204615428045702456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24427204/posts/default/5204615428045702456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swampbrat.blogspot.com/2009/02/is-there-really-such-thing-as-random.html' title='Is there really such a thing as random?'/><author><name>Tori :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14963896000691417017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T-QJAcn94mY/TeJ79LuTdFI/AAAAAAAAFcc/aRZ7D0faM5U/s220/swampbratthumbnail-2.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bChnMuOsQw4/SZB4i9mTCII/AAAAAAAAFE8/LUyVraWvpqE/s72-c/sei.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>29</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24427204.post-2575804874961738665</id><published>2009-02-07T15:21:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T22:51:48.445-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='piano players are hot'/><title type='text'>Seiuli Saturday</title><content type='html'>Today for &lt;a href="http://www.swampbrat.net/search/label/piano%20players%20are%20hot"&gt;Seiuli Saturday&lt;/a&gt;, Seiuli is playing MY favorite song. And since it's MY favorite song, I got to "sing" along. Forgive me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed name="FLVPlayer" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" src="http://www.onetruemedia.com/share_view_player?p=" width="408" height="382" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" wmode="transparent" salign="LT" flashvars="&amp;amp;p=804a154d98ec55d39fe30e&amp;amp;skin_id=701&amp;amp;host=http://www.onetruemedia.com"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------&lt;br /&gt;Totally off the subject... North Carolina is beautiful. It really is. I found a great site that shows oceanside rentals on the &lt;a href="http://www.carolinadesigns.com"&gt;Outer Banks&lt;/a&gt;. Check it out if you're going to be in the area.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24427204-2575804874961738665?l=swampbrat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swampbrat.blogspot.com/feeds/2575804874961738665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24427204&amp;postID=2575804874961738665&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24427204/posts/default/2575804874961738665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24427204/posts/default/2575804874961738665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swampbrat.blogspot.com/2009/02/seiuli-saturday.html' title='Seiuli Saturday'/><author><name>Tori :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14963896000691417017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T-QJAcn94mY/TeJ79LuTdFI/AAAAAAAAFcc/aRZ7D0faM5U/s220/swampbratthumbnail-2.png'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24427204.post-6129123985429853809</id><published>2009-02-06T11:09:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T22:49:18.487-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I forgot to put a title when I posted this so I am not adding a title. This is a long post because I've got a lot to say. :)</title><content type='html'>First things first- Everyone go wish &lt;a href="http://busybeelauren.blogspot.com/"&gt;Lauren&lt;/a&gt; a very HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!! She is a woman. She is 21. HAPPY BIRTHDAY non-sister-in-law-that-should-have-been. :)&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Go see Nobo and congratulate her on her &lt;a href="http://nobodycalledtoday.blogspot.com/2009/02/to-my-bestest-favoritist-anonymous-evoh.html"&gt;1st MEAN ANONYMOUS COMMENT&lt;/a&gt;. Yesssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss. She said it was her bestest comment evoh- but I beg to differ. I'm pretty sure I leave the bestest comments evoh- always. But that's ok...&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y'all are lucky I am able to post. I totally lost my voice last nite yelling at Tristan's game. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(haha- I am so funny.)&lt;/span&gt; Anyway... They were up by 9 at half and by the end of the game they were about to lose. We had 3 steals on our press and got us within 1. With like 40 seconds left this kid on our team got fouled. He never makes his freethrows - or any other shot for that matter- but the kid made BOTH of his freethrows to put us up by 1. Anyway... in the end there was 6 seconds left and the other team's ball. This kid drives and totally shoots his layup over the rim. It didn't touch anything and our kid rebounded it and.... &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;WE WON!!&lt;/span&gt; I was so stoked! Like, psycho-stoked! I turned around to their crowd- who were totally obnoxious btw- and was all like, "&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Boo- ya!!!"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(My poor kids...)&lt;/span&gt; But seriously y'all - their crowd was BAD. I don't like it when the adults are bangin' on the bleachers tryin' to make these 13 yr olds miss their freethrows. Not cool.&lt;br /&gt;And so was this kid on their team. His name was "Go Conner!" or maybe just "Conner" but this lady kept yelling "&lt;em&gt;Go Conner!!"&lt;/em&gt; I called him "Crybaby" because I am cool like that. He was whining and throwing fits over everything. Granted- the old man ref was kinda lame, but he was lame both ways for the most part. There was this one time when Go Conner was called for a foul. He was stompin' around and gripin' and someone yelled, "&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Horrible call Ref!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and Go Conner turns around to the crowd and yells, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Amen Brutha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;" Amen Brutha? I was embarrassed &lt;em&gt;for&lt;/em&gt; him. So, being the mature person I am everytime he started whinin' I'd start going, "&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Whaa. Whaa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;!" like a baby. Later the ref was basically tellin' him to shut up and I said, "&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;That's right ref! Give 'im his paci!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Get it- because babies use pacifiers? I crack myself up.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry, but whining and bad sportsmanship on the court is one of my pet peeves. I told Tristan if I ever saw him whining around like that on the court I'd go to his coach and tell him to take him out because obviously it was past his bedtime. I would too and Tristan knows it. I can be obnoxious in the crowd, but I wasn't EVER on the court. I never even really talked smack. It was more fun to watch the other team get all bent out of shape while I kept shootin' nuthin' but net. Anyway... Go Conner's team lost and I was happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299733756498057378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 119px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bChnMuOsQw4/SYxvxbg2mKI/AAAAAAAAFE0/Koe2j0S4yzU/s320/nowimps.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kind of like it when kids act certain ways so I have examples to show my kids. Like there's this one kid on Alec's team who is pretty much the wimpiest kid I've ever met. My dad, God bless him, is so patient. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Now that he's coaching his GRANDkid's team and not mine.)&lt;/span&gt; He works with this kid and encourages him to not be wimpy in a nice way. But one time during a time out he was putting this kid in and he said, "&lt;em&gt;Now are you gonna get in there and rebound!?!"&lt;/em&gt; like all pumped up and this kid just looked at him like he said it in French. So, my dad said it again, "&lt;em&gt;Are you gonna get in there and rebound?!"&lt;/em&gt; and the kid said, "&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm not really that good at jumping and stuff..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Ok MY reaction would have been, "&lt;em&gt;Then take your butt back to the bench."&lt;/em&gt; but my dad said, "&lt;em&gt;The most important thing to THINKING you can do it!! Get in there and tell yourself I CAN REBOUND."&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(I am positive if I had told my dad what this kid said when he was coaching ME his reaction would have been, "&lt;em&gt;Then take your butt back to the bench..."&lt;/em&gt; but whatev.)&lt;/span&gt; After the game I told my kids, "&lt;em&gt;If I EVER hear you tell your coach you don't think you can do it I will take you home right then and sign you up for chess club. I DO NOT have wimpy kids!! Got that&lt;/em&gt;??"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The same kid fell in a game and limped all dramatic off the court. My dad told him to not sit down and walk it off during 1/2 time so his leg didn't get stiff. What did Wimp Boy do? He walked over to his mommy in the crowd, sat down and cried. OMGosh. I was DYING. DYING y'all. I don't do wimpy. I don't. Ask Sei. I am the most unsympathetic caregiver ever. When Kelsea and Karlea were little EVERYTHING made them cry. They'd fall, a lot, and I'd say the same thing I do with my kids, "&lt;em&gt;Hop back up. You're ok."&lt;/em&gt; and they were. They were fine. But the minute Daddy got home from work, 5 hours after they fell, they would run to him, crying about their huge "injury." DROVE ME CRAZY. I think Sei thought I was mean, but I wasn't. I just wasn't gonna say, "&lt;em&gt;Oh. Did you get a boo boo? Ooh, let me a &lt;s&gt;waste&lt;/s&gt; put a Hello Kitty bandaid on &lt;s&gt;NOTHING!!&lt;/s&gt; that massive boo boo. Poor poor poor poor baby!" &lt;/em&gt;Not gonna happen. And you know what? Now those girls fall and bounce back up like it's nobody's business! I take credit for that. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Not the falling, just the getting up.) &lt;/span&gt;I also moved the stool from the potty for them because they didn't need it, had them stop sleeping in pullups and clean up their own wet sheets which in turn helped to sleep thru the nite without wetting their pants and I showed them they could indeed open the door like their cousin who was 18 months younger than them. I let them try, explore and yes, get skinned knees, and they are awesome and more independent because of it. They just needed someone to not hold their hand in every little thing. I think kids need that. They need someone to tell them to be tough. It's like Izzy. This is her 1st year playing basketball and when she runs on the court she runs all timid and like something is stuck in her butt. I told her that. I told her, "&lt;em&gt;You can beat all the boys in your class at school. You are so fast and so athletic. So why do you run like a pencil is in your butt on the court?"&lt;/em&gt; She didn't cry. She laughed. And she practiced running hard and being tough. See- she's not warped. And that didn't really have anything to do with the wimpy boy on Alec's team. I am rambling...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, anyway... I am thankful for wimpy kids, whiney kids, bad teen drivers, etc... that I can point out to my kids and say, "That kind of behavior is not gonna cut it." So, thank you parents who let your kids act like wimps, babies, etc... so I can show my kids what not to be.&lt;br /&gt;Can I get an "&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;AMEN &lt;s&gt;Brutha!!&lt;/s&gt; Sista!!"&lt;/span&gt; ????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or am I mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a30/anniepok/tori.gif" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24427204-6129123985429853809?l=swampbrat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swampbrat.blogspot.com/feeds/6129123985429853809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24427204&amp;postID=6129123985429853809&amp;isPopup=true' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24427204/posts/default/6129123985429853809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24427204/posts/default/6129123985429853809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swampbrat.blogspot.com/2009/02/first-things-first-everyone-go-wish.html' title='I forgot to put a title when I posted this so I am not adding a title. This is a long post because I&apos;ve got a lot to say. :)'/><author><name>Tori :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14963896000691417017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T-QJAcn94mY/TeJ79LuTdFI/AAAAAAAAFcc/aRZ7D0faM5U/s220/swampbratthumbnail-2.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bChnMuOsQw4/SYxvxbg2mKI/AAAAAAAAFE0/Koe2j0S4yzU/s72-c/nowimps.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24427204.post-2974658467525563113</id><published>2009-02-04T07:45:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T16:35:17.803-06:00</updated><title type='text'>No more poop talk</title><content type='html'>Well, after my TMI post from yesterday I thought I would lighten things up a bit. Oh- and for the record... I know I am lucky I didn't get some crazy infection that killed me and NO, I don't CONTINUE to hold "it" for days or weeks. Hello- women don't poop. At all. Atleast that's what I have Sei believing... I just have to make sure he doesn't read &lt;a href="http://busybeelauren.blogspot.com/2008/10/poop.html"&gt;Lauren's blog&lt;/a&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;So, the other day Livie was playing and decided to crawl under my bed. I could hear a muffled, "HELP ME!! MOM! HELP ME!!" I playfully said back, "Where are you? What do you need?" and she answered,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Please! AYUDENME!!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, my daughter is trilingual. She can ask for help in English, ASL and now, thanks to Dora, Spanish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Check out wholesaleinsurance.net for great &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wholesaleinsurance.net/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;term life insurance rates&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a30/anniepok/tori.gif" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24427204-2974658467525563113?l=swampbrat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swampbrat.blogspot.com/feeds/2974658467525563113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24427204&amp;postID=2974658467525563113&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24427204/posts/default/2974658467525563113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24427204/posts/default/2974658467525563113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swampbrat.blogspot.com/2009/02/no-more-poop-talk.html' title='No more poop talk'/><author><name>Tori :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14963896000691417017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T-QJAcn94mY/TeJ79LuTdFI/AAAAAAAAFcc/aRZ7D0faM5U/s220/swampbratthumbnail-2.png'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24427204.post-6584833454324474852</id><published>2009-02-03T14:44:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T09:45:54.370-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Down in the dumps</title><content type='html'>Ok- not really. I'm not down in the dumps. It was a play on the word "dump." This post is about pooping and if you have a weak stomach or love me and don't want to stop loving me then DO NOT READ IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298678241907891810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 308px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bChnMuOsQw4/SYivyZQC3mI/AAAAAAAAFEs/aGM0Yc5cKhM/s320/toilet_manners.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, you were warned. Last nite Sei and I are lying in bed, um, talking, and out of the blue Sei says, "&lt;em&gt;I hate going to the bathroom at work&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um, ok. I'm a dork and I asked why and he starts explaining how it's a pain to take off his pants with his belt/gun attached and with his radio hooked to the thingy over his shoulder, blah, blah, blah. Oh- gotcha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I answered this simple solution, "&lt;em&gt;Well, just hold it til you get home&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;I can't HOLD it for hours!!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I'm gonna brag y'all. I told y'all about my &lt;a href="http://www.swampbrat.net/2008/12/starts-out-with-thanksgiving-and-then.html"&gt;mad bladder control skillz&lt;/a&gt;. Well, it's not just bladder control. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked Sei, "&lt;em&gt;Why can't you, you weirdo?! I held it for like 3 weeks&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;THREE WEEKS??&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Um, yeah&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Why?? That is so bad for you."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Because I was in juvie for like 10 days and I never knew when they were gonna do checks and I'm not gonna be sittin' on my toilet, takin' a dump, when they peek in the window. And then we only got like 2 minutes to shower, so I didn't have time then&lt;/em&gt;..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I wonder if it was weirder for Sei to hear me say, "&lt;em&gt;I was in juvie..."&lt;/em&gt; or the whole&lt;em&gt; "3 weeks"&lt;/em&gt; thing...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sei was lookin' at me like I was crazy as I continued,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;And from there I got sent to *Anasazi and I wasn't real comfortable with takin' a dump behind a tree, so I held it for over a week..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's a true story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, when I was going to Anasazi they took me to a doctor 1st to have some tests run and I needed to pee in a cup. I couldn't. I drank. And drank. And drank. Hadn't peed in hours and I COULD NOT pee. I held up the whole group for 3 hours until I finally peed. I am so surprised my kidneys, bladder, intestines, what have you, are not totally screwed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*Anasazi is a wilderness survival camp for troubled teens. You can read more about my time &lt;a href="http://www.swampbrat.net/2007/05/because-you-asked-warning-freakin-long.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a30/anniepok/tori.gif" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24427204-6584833454324474852?l=swampbrat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swampbrat.blogspot.com/feeds/6584833454324474852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24427204&amp;postID=6584833454324474852&amp;isPopup=true' title='29 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24427204/posts/default/6584833454324474852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24427204/posts/default/6584833454324474852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swampbrat.blogspot.com/2009/02/down-in-dumps.html' title='Down in the dumps'/><author><name>Tori :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14963896000691417017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T-QJAcn94mY/TeJ79LuTdFI/AAAAAAAAFcc/aRZ7D0faM5U/s220/swampbratthumbnail-2.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bChnMuOsQw4/SYivyZQC3mI/AAAAAAAAFEs/aGM0Yc5cKhM/s72-c/toilet_manners.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>29</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24427204.post-5553566464235592406</id><published>2009-02-02T11:54:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T13:35:23.276-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Because I don't like to be boring</title><content type='html'>On Facebook there's been a "tag" going around. It's a "25 Things About Me" tag. I did it and now I've decided my list was BOR-ING. Everyone else's lists have been great. Mine was boring. So... I'm doing it again- only on my blog and not on Facebook. So... here we go- some things about me that are more interesting than the things I wrote about before. If you are not on Facebook then you are missing out. :D Oh, and I probably won't make it to #25 today. I'm not THAT interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I don't really like milk. I'll drink it in cereal, but I don't drink it other than that.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I got braces in March of 6th grade and had them removed in January of 8th grade. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I double pierced my ears on my own with a needle in 9th grade.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My jr. year I skipped Geometry so much in high school that I lost credit. But I still made a B. Yes- I am awesome.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My geometry teacher's son was in jail for murder. He always stared at the board or at his &lt;a href="http://www.buy.com/dept/Books_Bestsellers_Online_Bookstore/106.html"&gt;books&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My algebra II teacher had 1/2 a tongue. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;This Saturday I was getting so bugged at Izzy's coach because he plays his daughter the entire game and she hogs the ball like Kobe. She is NOT a team player. Well, Izzy was dribbling and I think she double-dribbled or something. I yelled, "&lt;em&gt;It's ok Izzy. It's hard to know how to dribble when you never get a chance too!!&lt;/em&gt;" I don't know if the coach heard me, but he took his daughter out the last 2 minutes of the game and had Isabel play point guard....&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Thanks to &lt;a href="http://rapidfamily.blogspot.com/"&gt;Amanda&lt;/a&gt; I have decided to take an online course to become a Medical Transcriptionist. I started it this weekend. My goal is to be finished and have a work-from-home job by 2010. Thanks again Amanda!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I LOVE basketball season. I love watching my kids play. But it depresses me at the same time. I wish I was playing.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I miss Utah. A lot. I still don't feel like I "live" in Texas. Probably because the only places I go are Walmart, my gym and bball games.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I don't really like dogs, cats, etc... And I'm scared of wild animals. But I think it would be cool to work at a zoo or Sea World.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If I had to be in a talent show I can't think of one talent I could do onstage.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We had a lesson at church about simplifying our lives and all I can think about is selling all our stuff and moving to an island. Can't get much simpler than that...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I once got poison ivy or oak or something all up my legs after a weekend escapade. It was bad and itchy and sucked...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A coach at my jr. high told me I was the best female athlete he had ever worked with. Maybe it was his 1st year???&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;To be continued... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;**EDITED TO ADD: Please check out the post before this one. I thought I posted it but apparently I just saved it. Go be in the top 5!! Hurry!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a30/anniepok/tori.gif" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24427204-5553566464235592406?l=swampbrat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swampbrat.blogspot.com/feeds/5553566464235592406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24427204&amp;postID=5553566464235592406&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24427204/posts/default/5553566464235592406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24427204/posts/default/5553566464235592406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swampbrat.blogspot.com/2009/02/because-i-dont-like-to-be-boring.html' title='Because I don&apos;t like to be boring'/><author><name>Tori :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14963896000691417017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T-QJAcn94mY/TeJ79LuTdFI/AAAAAAAAFcc/aRZ7D0faM5U/s220/swampbratthumbnail-2.png'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24427204.post-6451184156624152305</id><published>2009-02-02T10:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T12:57:18.118-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Will you be in my 5???</title><content type='html'>Lucky You!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got this from &lt;a href="http://scfulk5.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mikelene&lt;/a&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check it out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucky you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first five people to respond to this post will get something made by me! My choice. For you. This offer does have some restrictions and limitations:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I make no guarantees that you will like what I make!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What I create will be just for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. It'll be done this year. {might be a little while}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. You have no clue what it's going to be. It may be a story. It may be poetry or maybe even some creation I haven't even invented yet (but Heaven knows it will most likely be super shiny or look like it got attacked by a bedazzler). I may draw or paint something. I may bake you something and mail it to you. Who knows? Not you, that's for sure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I reserve the right to do something extremely strange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The catch? Oh, the catch is that you must repost this on your blog and offer the same to the first 5 people who do the same on your blog. The first 5 people to do so and leave a comment telling me they did win a FAB-U-LOUS homemade gift by me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Oh, and be sure to post a picture of what you win when you get it!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a30/anniepok/tori.gif" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24427204-6451184156624152305?l=swampbrat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swampbrat.blogspot.com/feeds/6451184156624152305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24427204&amp;postID=6451184156624152305&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24427204/posts/default/6451184156624152305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24427204/posts/default/6451184156624152305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swampbrat.blogspot.com/2009/02/will-you-be-in-my-5.html' title='Will you be in my 5???'/><author><name>Tori :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14963896000691417017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T-QJAcn94mY/TeJ79LuTdFI/AAAAAAAAFcc/aRZ7D0faM5U/s220/swampbratthumbnail-2.png'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24427204.post-280970520871769228</id><published>2009-01-31T15:24:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T20:03:55.435-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='piano players are hot'/><title type='text'>Seiuli Saturday</title><content type='html'>I think s--max requested today's song. Sorry it took a few months. Remember- Sei was grounded from Seiuli Saturdays due to his &lt;a href="http://www.swampbrat.net/2008/11/you-mess-with-bull-you-get-horns-omnar.html"&gt;shananigans with Omar&lt;/a&gt;. But now we're back. Today's song is "How to Save a Life" by The Fray.&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy. :)&lt;br /&gt;PS. Just so you know I totally was thinkin' "&lt;em&gt;My husband is hot..." &lt;/em&gt;while he played this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed name="FLVPlayer" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" src="http://www.onetruemedia.com/share_view_player?p=" width="408" height="382" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" wmode="transparent" salign="LT" flashvars="&amp;amp;p=7f83977d725bc8dfcc8bc1&amp;amp;skin_id=701&amp;amp;host=http://www.onetruemedia.com"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a30/anniepok/tori.gif" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24427204-280970520871769228?l=swampbrat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swampbrat.blogspot.com/feeds/280970520871769228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24427204&amp;postID=280970520871769228&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24427204/posts/default/280970520871769228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24427204/posts/default/280970520871769228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swampbrat.blogspot.com/2009/01/seiuli-saturday.html' title='Seiuli Saturday'/><author><name>Tori :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14963896000691417017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T-QJAcn94mY/TeJ79LuTdFI/AAAAAAAAFcc/aRZ7D0faM5U/s220/swampbratthumbnail-2.png'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24427204.post-7729885732165442325</id><published>2009-01-30T08:00:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T08:32:32.124-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Omar's questions answered</title><content type='html'>In keeping with answering questions I am moving on to Omar's. Everyone had great questions but one of his really made me think. A lot. Uh oh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://suburbanjuggernaut.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Omar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; asked these questions:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;- What's your social security number and mother's maiden name?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;123-45-6789 and Nunya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;- Your team's down one with 7 seconds to go and has the ball at midcourt. Does the coach design the play to get you the ball, or to have you set the pick?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm AM Jimmy Chitwood. If you know the movie "Hoosiers" then you know my answer. Actually in high school I think I DID shoot the shot. When I played with women at church there were no plays. I was the only one who could dribble and shoot, so MOST DEFINITELY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;- Which was your easiest child birth experience?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Livie. My water broke. I had no contractions, nada. They hooked me up to pitocin. I started contracting, said "&lt;em&gt;Been there done that. Gimme the drugs&lt;/em&gt;." Watched 'Napoleon Dynamite' for a while, said "&lt;em&gt;Ow."&lt;/em&gt; Told the nurse it was time. Didn't even push. Seriously. Time from 1st contraction to baby - 3 hours 9 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;- When you were 18, how many kids did you envision yourself having&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;5. I always said 5. So, I have given birth to 5, but got 2 freebies. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;- Who's more awesome: me or Lauren?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You are the most awesome male blogger and Lauren is the most awesome should-have-married-my-brother blogger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;- When are you and Sei planning to visit Palmyra, NY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I would absolutely LOVE to visit Palmyra. I'm a huge Joseph Smith Jr. history buff. We were waiting for the kids to be older so they'd appreciate it more. Or older so it's easier to leave them with people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;- Let's say commissioner David Stern calls your house and says, "We're starting a new program to engage our young NBA fans. I can send one NBA player to spend an afternoon at your house." He offers to send Dirk, Kobe, or Steve Nash. Who do you pick, and why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ok, this is the one that made me think, think, think. Now of course Kobe is OUT. Not even an option. Gag. But Nash and Dirk... I love them both. Nash has THE BEST passes and rad ball handling skills. He's a leader. He is awesome. I love watching him play. Dirk is an all-around great player. You wouldn't expect a 7 footer to be dribbling down the court. That's why he stands out. He plays like a guard because that's how the man who trained him taught him to play. Any tall guy can play under the goal or attempt to. But most aren't coordinated enough or expected to shoot from the outside like Dirk does. It's amazing. But who would appreciate my fan-ness the most? Who would think I am rad? Nash is a family man. He only endorses products of responsible companies. He is very charitable. I like him. But on the otherhand Dirk is nice. He has a foundation set up to help poverty in Africa. And he's stayed a Maverick- the team I love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Crap Omar. I don't know. They are good friends. Can I say Dirk and ask him to bring Steve?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a30/anniepok/tori.gif" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24427204-7729885732165442325?l=swampbrat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swampbrat.blogspot.com/feeds/7729885732165442325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24427204&amp;postID=7729885732165442325&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24427204/posts/default/7729885732165442325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24427204/posts/default/7729885732165442325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swampbrat.blogspot.com/2009/01/in-keeping-with-answering-questions-i.html' title='Omar&apos;s questions answered'/><author><name>Tori :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14963896000691417017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T-QJAcn94mY/TeJ79LuTdFI/AAAAAAAAFcc/aRZ7D0faM5U/s220/swampbratthumbnail-2.png'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24427204.post-5720737291908241812</id><published>2009-01-29T13:35:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T14:00:35.872-06:00</updated><title type='text'>5 top songs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bChnMuOsQw4/SYIJ_OsgZpI/AAAAAAAAFEk/FdgIGydTNSA/s1600-h/apple_ipod_nano.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296807093622302354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bChnMuOsQw4/SYIJ_OsgZpI/AAAAAAAAFEk/FdgIGydTNSA/s320/apple_ipod_nano.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;First off- go congratulate &lt;a href="http://swampbaby.blogspot.com/"&gt;my sister&lt;/a&gt;. She just found out she's having a baby GIRL!! She has 3 boys so this is HUGE news!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Also, I've lost 10 pounds on Atkins and without the use of &lt;a href="http://www.weightlosspills.net/"&gt;weight loss supplements&lt;/a&gt;. YAY!! 12 more to go...&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;So, in my last post I asked for some post ideas or questions I could answer. I'll answer a few today for y'all. I know you've been waiting at the edge of your seats for these answers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Suzanne asked:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What are your 5 favorite current songs playing on the radio?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is hard for me to answer because I'm not even sure I know "current" songs on the radio. I'll tell you the last 5 I uploaded to my iPod. You can click on the name and it'll take you to the video on Youtube if you aren't familiar with the song...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PtQderzYYvk"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Gives You Hell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt; by The All American Rejects. I really like that song a lot. It's like a big middle finger to people who treated you like crap. Nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zf2vImbuH54"&gt;"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zf2vImbuH54"&gt;Declaration&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;/span&gt; by David Cook. He has a sexy voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mO1S1Yq-u2U"&gt;I Miss You&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;/span&gt; by Incubus. This is an older song, but my sister just introduced it to me. I like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AeDUyreZgpk"&gt;Foolish Games&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;" by Jewel- again, totally NOT a current song. I like the piano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Bb0cRq-DZE4"&gt;Unbelievable&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;" by EMF. I think that came out like my Sophmore year... And it bugs me because whoever uploaded the song to the program I use totally spelt "you're" wrong. They typed "Your Unbelievable." I didn't notice it until I looked at my iPod the other day and I haven't had a chance to go correct it. To quote Ross from 'Friends': "&lt;em&gt;Y-o-u-apostrophe-r-e means YOU ARE. Y-o-u-r means YOUR&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;Just a little history behind that last song. I remember watching the video and thinking the lead singer was absolutely GORGEOUS because of how he leaned on the microphone. Apparently my standards weren't very high for gorgeousness back then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So there ya have it. What songs have y'all uploaded recently? I'm always looking for songs to add to my iPod.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a30/anniepok/tori.gif" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24427204-5720737291908241812?l=swampbrat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swampbrat.blogspot.com/feeds/5720737291908241812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24427204&amp;postID=5720737291908241812&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24427204/posts/default/5720737291908241812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24427204/posts/default/5720737291908241812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swampbrat.blogspot.com/2009/01/5-top-songs.html' title='5 top songs'/><author><name>Tori :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14963896000691417017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T-QJAcn94mY/TeJ79LuTdFI/AAAAAAAAFcc/aRZ7D0faM5U/s220/swampbratthumbnail-2.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bChnMuOsQw4/SYIJ_OsgZpI/AAAAAAAAFEk/FdgIGydTNSA/s72-c/apple_ipod_nano.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24427204.post-913920663721153677</id><published>2009-01-28T09:48:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T13:31:14.218-06:00</updated><title type='text'>5 am text message</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"All D______ ISD schools are CLOSED today due to inclement weather. All activities are CANCELED."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yep, I received this text yesterday at 5:40 am and today at 5am. We've had 2 "snow days" minus the snow. The roads were suppose to be icy yesterday afternoon so they canceled school so kids wouldn't end up stranded. What a waste of a snow day. It didn't get icy until last nite. The roads are horrible right now and my poor husband had to drive 10 miles to work. It took him almost an hour. That's the downside of being a cop- you have to go to work during crappy weather so you can help with all the accidents. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's been nice having my kiddos home. I've been lazy hanging out in my bed. The kids playing their PS2 or &lt;a href="http://www.buy.com/cat/playstation-3-games-accessories-and-ps3-systems/63113.html"&gt;PS3&lt;/a&gt; or whatever we have. I finally had time to thread my sewing machine. Yesssssssssssssss. I was a wannabe &lt;a href="http://nancysnonsenseofnothingness.blogspot.com/"&gt;Nancy&lt;/a&gt; yesterday. I hemmed 2 pairs of Izzy's pj pants, fixed Alec's bedspread, made a hippie vest out of a fringed tie-dye shirt for hippie day at school and made headbands out of the material I cut off Izzy's pants. Yeah. I'm pretty awesome- as long as you don't look closely at the stitching...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So... I've been a lame blogger. What are some things you'd like to know about me? Gimme some ideas. This is like my 850th post when you take out all the blog ads &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(which I have been doing. If you go back in my blog I've deleted a TON.)&lt;/span&gt; So, for my "about 850th post" I'd like to ask YOU to ask me questions or suggest topics to post about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;GO MAVS! They play tonite and I'm tired of them suckin' it up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a30/anniepok/tori.gif" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24427204-913920663721153677?l=swampbrat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swampbrat.blogspot.com/feeds/913920663721153677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24427204&amp;postID=913920663721153677&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24427204/posts/default/913920663721153677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24427204/posts/default/913920663721153677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swampbrat.blogspot.com/2009/01/5-am-text-message.html' title='5 am text message'/><author><name>Tori :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14963896000691417017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T-QJAcn94mY/TeJ79LuTdFI/AAAAAAAAFcc/aRZ7D0faM5U/s220/swampbratthumbnail-2.png'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24427204.post-8796158202120059520</id><published>2009-01-27T09:44:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T10:07:24.177-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;This weekend was pretty busy. We had basketball games, sleepovers and Livie's 3rd birthday!!! I can't believe my baby girl is 3. She definitely has been more than a handfull that last year, but I think I see a tiny lite at the end of the tunnel. The last 2 days she's been pretty mellow. No- she's not the type to sit in the corner and read a book, but if she was she wouldn't be my Livie. She's fiesty and entertaining and silly and tough and prissy and loud... very loud and inquisitive and so so smart. And I think she's awesome. And even though somedays I wanna go hide in my closet because she is driving me crazy, I am so thankful she is mine. I can see her doing great things after we get thru the teen years... ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For her bday she wanted a "Balloon Party." So while Daddy took her for a short walk we filled the living room with 70 blown up balloons and 30 helium filled balloons. She wasn't sure what to think at first, but it didn't take long to get the party started. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-70eff8a4d455e845" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v21.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D70eff8a4d455e845%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330216972%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3FC189C26DA154B8DCBE6F8DB466096A9CFA5058.7CEB424C2963533E5558C22A7EC32B6A53B7D32C%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D70eff8a4d455e845%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DXFA6iHEndK-uj2xEl2ez-0mLEX4&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v21.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D70eff8a4d455e845%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330216972%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3FC189C26DA154B8DCBE6F8DB466096A9CFA5058.7CEB424C2963533E5558C22A7EC32B6A53B7D32C%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D70eff8a4d455e845%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DXFA6iHEndK-uj2xEl2ez-0mLEX4&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don't float away Livie!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296002188797671650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bChnMuOsQw4/SX8t7mj5-OI/AAAAAAAAFDg/F1ls-7RWwZE/s400/Liv%27s+3rd+bday+2009+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Livie put all 24 candles onto her one cupcake. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bChnMuOsQw4/SX8t7951poI/AAAAAAAAFDo/PK2VAbC4zhg/s1600-h/liv%27s+3rd+bday+2009+006+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296002195063678594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 242px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bChnMuOsQw4/SX8t7951poI/AAAAAAAAFDo/PK2VAbC4zhg/s400/liv%27s+3rd+bday+2009+006+(2).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; You didn't think she'd KEEP her pants on, did you??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296002198598933618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bChnMuOsQw4/SX8t8LEtXHI/AAAAAAAAFDw/uwVDeTglyUM/s400/Liv%27s+3rd+bday+2009+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY my BIG 3 YEAR OLD! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Remember, 3 year olds poop in the potty!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a30/anniepok/tori.gif" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24427204-8796158202120059520?l=swampbrat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=70eff8a4d455e845&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swampbrat.blogspot.com/feeds/8796158202120059520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24427204&amp;postID=8796158202120059520&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24427204/posts/default/8796158202120059520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24427204/posts/default/8796158202120059520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swampbrat.blogspot.com/2009/01/busy-weekend.html' title='Busy weekend'/><author><name>Tori :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14963896000691417017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T-QJAcn94mY/TeJ79LuTdFI/AAAAAAAAFcc/aRZ7D0faM5U/s220/swampbratthumbnail-2.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bChnMuOsQw4/SX8t7mj5-OI/AAAAAAAAFDg/F1ls-7RWwZE/s72-c/Liv%27s+3rd+bday+2009+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24427204.post-5129604099495900717</id><published>2009-01-22T09:54:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T10:13:43.791-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Some of this and that</title><content type='html'>* So, I've decided as much as I hate sleeping alone, I was slightly spoiled when my husband was on weekend nite shift. Now he's on weekday day shift. M-W and every other Thursday he is gone from around 6:30am until 7:30pm or later if he gets stuck at a call. Tuesday and Wednesdays are the busiest evenings of our week. We have scouts, basketball practice, choir practice, "safety squad", etc... This means to pick up Izzy late after school from choir or safety squad I have to load up Taj, Liv, Baby 1, Baby 2, 4 yr old boy and sometimes Baby 3 all into the car - all in carseats- to travel 12 minutes round trip. Pain in the butt. And then there are the times when all 3 kids have 3 different places to be at the same time. That's always fun...not. And now instead of working out in the morning or early evening I have to go about 8pm at nite. Suck. So, I am officially withdrawing my complaint of the weekend nite shift. Sei should be switching back to it in about 5 months and I will be happy. But ONLY weekEND nite shift. WeekDAY nite shift would not help me at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* You know how I post links in my posts for extra money. Well, I don't get to choose the links. I've been having a hard time figuring out how to fit the topic of &lt;a href="http://www.amazing-solutions.com/creme.html"&gt;vaginal dryness&lt;/a&gt; into my posts. But I guess I just kind of did, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I'm thinking of starting a blog where I ask anyone who reads it to donate a penny to me. I saw a story about a college student that did this and he received enough for tuition. If I started a site would you donate? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Did I tell y'all that the asst. chief at Sei's department won $13 million in the lottery? She did. And she's not married, no kids, nada. I'm thinking of letting her adopt Sei.  Sei and I get a lottery ticket occasionally just to be dorks. We didn't get one this past weekend, but I had told him the numbers we should use. I saved this fortune I got in Vegas like 5 years ago and it has numbers on it.  If we had bought a ticket, you know what? We would have matched 4. Suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I MIGHT get to learn to surf this summer when we go to Florida. I am so stoked to go. My parents take turns taking kids with them and this summer it's MY turn (and my husband and kiddos.) It will be the 1st family vacation we've taken since before Taj was born. We went to Cali when I was 8 months pregnant with Taj. Picture that- a BIG pregnant woman walking around Sea World with three 4 year olds, a 6 yr old and an 8 year old- and we all piled out of a minivan with Utah license plates...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* That is all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a30/anniepok/tori.gif" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24427204-5129604099495900717?l=swampbrat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swampbrat.blogspot.com/feeds/5129604099495900717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24427204&amp;postID=5129604099495900717&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24427204/posts/default/5129604099495900717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24427204/posts/default/5129604099495900717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swampbrat.blogspot.com/2009/01/some-of-this-and-that.html' title='Some of this and that'/><author><name>Tori :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14963896000691417017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T-QJAcn94mY/TeJ79LuTdFI/AAAAAAAAFcc/aRZ7D0faM5U/s220/swampbratthumbnail-2.png'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24427204.post-8163619953475404191</id><published>2009-01-21T10:33:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T10:47:29.823-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I regret to inform you that...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Tori:) will not be posting today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;She is too busy trying to embrace what is right- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;because she is white. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://mascowbell.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;NCS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; I sure hope you can stick around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Yes- I went there.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;img class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a30/anniepok/tori.gif" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24427204-8163619953475404191?l=swampbrat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swampbrat.blogspot.com/feeds/8163619953475404191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24427204&amp;postID=8163619953475404191&amp;isPopup=true' title='44 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24427204/posts/default/8163619953475404191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24427204/posts/default/8163619953475404191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swampbrat.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-regret-to-inform-you-that.html' title='I regret to inform you that...'/><author><name>Tori :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14963896000691417017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T-QJAcn94mY/TeJ79LuTdFI/AAAAAAAAFcc/aRZ7D0faM5U/s220/swampbratthumbnail-2.png'/></author><thr:total>44</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24427204.post-1434668652025507435</id><published>2009-01-20T15:06:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T15:22:08.961-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Idiots and Pee</title><content type='html'>The Presidential inauguration is today. I am still learning to "fake it" like Annie has explained in &lt;a href="http://anniethology.blogspot.com/2009/01/how-to-be-happy-or-at-least-fake-it.html"&gt;her awesome post&lt;/a&gt;. I will be praying for our country and for the success of our new President. I will say that the disrespect shown to Pres. Bush makes me sick. Apparently everything &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;IS&lt;/span&gt; bigger in Texas- including the idiots. There will be a protest in Dallas against him moving back to Texas. Give me a freakin' break. I am so embarrassed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, on to something else. So... Livie has been pottytraining as I've mentioned. She still so does NOT have the poop thing down. She will ask me, "&lt;em&gt;Mom, where does poop go&lt;/em&gt;??" in her "Mom" voice. And I'll say, "&lt;em&gt;I don't know?!"&lt;/em&gt; and she'll say, "In the &lt;em&gt;COILET&lt;/em&gt;!" Yes- "coilet." Sometimes she says "potty" but Sei taught her toilet so now it's "coilet." I decided since I didn't have any babies to watch yesterday that I would take Taj and Liv to Burger King. I like BK because it's rarely busy and they have a smaller play area making it easier to get my kids out when it's time to go. Liv told me 6 times she needed to go potty. And I KNOW she needed to. But the toilets were "eww, yucky" and she didn't wanna sit on them so she kept holding it. She was having fun up in the playplace when all the sudden I hear the little girl she was playing with yell,&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh no! What is this girl doing? She's taking off her clothes!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Yeah. Just the thing you wanna hear at Burger King. And here comes my sweet almost 3 year old running out of the playplace butt-naked from the waist down. No pants. No panties. No socks. No shoes. She had on a shirt and that's it. I guess she couldn't "hold it" any longer and finally peed. In her pants. In the yellow car thing at the top of the playplace. Great. Her poor little friend brought me Liv's soggy pants and told me where she peed. Thankfully I had extra pants for Livie actually IN the BK so I wasn't running thru the main lobby with my little flasher out to my car. I slipped the pants on her and then thought, "Crap." I went to the counter and told the manager my girl had an accident in the playarea. She told one of the workers to get a mop. "&lt;em&gt;Uh, no. It's actually UP in the playplace. Like in the yellow car&lt;/em&gt;." (Yellow. How appropriate.) "&lt;em&gt;I can clean it up if you have some cleaner and paper towels. I don't want someone else having to clean up her pee&lt;/em&gt;." The manager wasn't sure what to do. I convinced her to let me do it. So, here I go, navigating my way thru a playplace made for kids 42 inches and under. It was interesting. I found the puddle and made sure to clean it really well. Then I had to decide between coming down the same way I came up or going down the slide. I chose the slide. You should have seen the looks on the kids faces at the bottom of the slide. They were so confused. It was rad.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... that's my potty training story of the day. A day in the life of a mom. Why I rarely go out. :)&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a30/anniepok/tori.gif" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24427204-1434668652025507435?l=swampbrat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swampbrat.blogspot.com/feeds/1434668652025507435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24427204&amp;postID=1434668652025507435&amp;isPopup=true' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24427204/posts/default/1434668652025507435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24427204/posts/default/1434668652025507435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swampbrat.blogspot.com/2009/01/idiots-and-pee.html' title='Idiots and Pee'/><author><name>Tori :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14963896000691417017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T-QJAcn94mY/TeJ79LuTdFI/AAAAAAAAFcc/aRZ7D0faM5U/s220/swampbratthumbnail-2.png'/></author><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24427204.post-1929420847330259489</id><published>2009-01-17T10:13:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T10:38:34.163-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='piano players are hot'/><title type='text'>The Return of Seiuli Saturday!!</title><content type='html'>Today's Seiuli Saturday features a special guest singer- other than just me. Taj is going to sing along to "Fall for You" by Secondhand Serenade. You'll have to excuse the rather abrupt ending. Sei forgot how the rest of the song goes and we couldn't get our star singer to return to redo it. It's awesome nonetheless. I dedicate this to my cousin, &lt;a href="http://sparrowspace.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kimberly&lt;/a&gt; who LOVES Secondhand Serenade. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.onetruemedia.com/share_view_player?p=7dd1184f3546e6de7885e8" quality="high" scale="noscale" width="408" height="382" wmode="transparent" name="FLVPlayer" salign="LT" flashvars="&amp;p=7dd1184f3546e6de7885e8&amp;skin_id=701&amp;host=http://www.onetruemedia.com" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="margin:0px;font:12px/13px verdana,arial,sans-serif;line-height:20px;padding-bottom:15px;width:408px;text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.onetruemedia.com/share_player_link?p=7dd1184f3546e6de7885e8&amp;skin_id=701&amp;source=emplay" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.onetruemedia.com/share_player_link_image/7dd1184f3546e6de7885e8/701.gif" style="border:0px;" width="408" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.onetruemedia.com/landing?&amp;utm_source=emplay&amp;utm_medium=txt2" target="_blank" style="text-decoration:none;"&gt;Photo and video editing at &lt;span style="text-decoration:underline;"&gt;www.OneTrueMedia.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24427204-1929420847330259489?l=swampbrat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=17d73f26e4fedefa&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=448754e710675c09&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swampbrat.blogspot.com/feeds/1929420847330259489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24427204&amp;postID=1929420847330259489&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24427204/posts/default/1929420847330259489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24427204/posts/default/1929420847330259489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swampbrat.blogspot.com/2009/01/return-of-seiuli-saturday.html' title='The Return of Seiuli Saturday!!'/><author><name>Tori :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14963896000691417017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T-QJAcn94mY/TeJ79LuTdFI/AAAAAAAAFcc/aRZ7D0faM5U/s220/swampbratthumbnail-2.png'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24427204.post-6315646370790706194</id><published>2009-01-16T08:24:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T14:06:14.845-06:00</updated><title type='text'>TODAY!! **UPDATED**</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bChnMuOsQw4/SXCrq723yjI/AAAAAAAAFBw/9LQdnjKAxwY/s1600-h/DSCN0021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291918316271028786" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bChnMuOsQw4/SXCrq723yjI/AAAAAAAAFBw/9LQdnjKAxwY/s200/DSCN0021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The &lt;a href="http://joneslife.net/blog"&gt;Jones Quintuplets&lt;/a&gt; are coming today. They are scheduled for around noon Texas time. Please keep Casey, Ethan, Eliot and those 5 lil babies in your prayers!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;**UPDATE:** The babies are here and all 5 are healthy. Mom is doing good too. That's all I know so far... PRAYER WORKS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a30/anniepok/tori.gif" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24427204-6315646370790706194?l=swampbrat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swampbrat.blogspot.com/feeds/6315646370790706194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24427204&amp;postID=6315646370790706194&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24427204/posts/default/6315646370790706194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24427204/posts/default/6315646370790706194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swampbrat.blogspot.com/2009/01/today.html' title='TODAY!! **UPDATED**'/><author><name>Tori :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14963896000691417017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T-QJAcn94mY/TeJ79LuTdFI/AAAAAAAAFcc/aRZ7D0faM5U/s220/swampbratthumbnail-2.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bChnMuOsQw4/SXCrq723yjI/AAAAAAAAFBw/9LQdnjKAxwY/s72-c/DSCN0021.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24427204.post-4626949629723409891</id><published>2009-01-14T09:57:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T10:41:55.523-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tad Award winner'/><title type='text'>Tad Award time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bChnMuOsQw4/SW4M8H7Nd1I/AAAAAAAAFBQ/cEECKwKunZ8/s1600-h/tad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291180839265990482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 111px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bChnMuOsQw4/SW4M8H7Nd1I/AAAAAAAAFBQ/cEECKwKunZ8/s400/tad.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The time has come for another &lt;a href="http://www.swampbrat.net/search/label/Tad%20Award%20winner"&gt;Tad Award&lt;/a&gt;. If you're new here, the Tad Award is an award I made up for obnoxious, rude, irritating, just plain WRONG individuals or incidences that occur in my life. You are welcome to hand the award out to others on your blog as long as you will please link back to mine. I like to get my props. ;)&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... this "winner" isn't one person in particular, just in general and the post may be all over the place so I apologize. Lately in the last couple of months there have been several people who have been so fake nice to my face and then I learn from others or from a letter from a lawyer or whatever that they are full of crap. Now, I'm not a fan of rudeness so sometimes being somewhat fake in necessary. You may not particularly jive well with a particular person or may think their new haircut is butt, however there is no reason to walk up to them and tell them "&lt;em&gt;Your hair looks like a brown football helmet."&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(What movie is that from?) &lt;/span&gt;But there also is absolutely NO reason to be totally sweet to my face yet flat out lie to someone else about something I did or said- especially when it's over something totally stupid or so not important in my life.  That's just not right. It's kinda like leaving rude anonymous comments. Who does that help? Have you thought about how it makes the blog writer feel to read such ugly stuff? Stop just thinking about yourself. Think about the other people involved and how you may affect their life by your words and actions. The saying "&lt;em&gt;Sticks and stones may break my bones but words can never hurt me&lt;/em&gt;" is a load. Words DO hurt. Actions hurt too. And it hurts more when your actions &lt;em&gt;towards&lt;/em&gt; the person aren't the same as the words and actions you are saying/doing when you aren't with the person.&lt;br /&gt;So, to those of you who say one thing and do the total opposite please take this award, display it on your mantle or whatever full of crap people do and stay away from me.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a30/anniepok/tori.gif" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24427204-4626949629723409891?l=swampbrat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swampbrat.blogspot.com/feeds/4626949629723409891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24427204&amp;postID=4626949629723409891&amp;isPopup=true' title='26 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24427204/posts/default/4626949629723409891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24427204/posts/default/4626949629723409891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swampbrat.blogspot.com/2009/01/tad-award-time.html' title='Tad Award time'/><author><name>Tori :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14963896000691417017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T-QJAcn94mY/TeJ79LuTdFI/AAAAAAAAFcc/aRZ7D0faM5U/s220/swampbratthumbnail-2.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bChnMuOsQw4/SW4M8H7Nd1I/AAAAAAAAFBQ/cEECKwKunZ8/s72-c/tad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>26</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24427204.post-9046414173897794878</id><published>2009-01-12T11:54:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T12:47:04.404-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hodge podge</title><content type='html'>** So... I changed my background and whatnot &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(That's for you &lt;a href="http://nobodycalledtoday.blogspot.com/"&gt;Nobo&lt;/a&gt;.)&lt;/span&gt; What do y'all think??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** Y'all know I am shamefully a &lt;a href="http://www.swampbrat.net/2007/09/reverend-mother-i-have-sinned-what.html"&gt;Rock Of Love&lt;/a&gt; fan right? &lt;a href="http://saysayreality.blogspot.com/"&gt;S&lt;/a&gt; and I are sisters of skank and watch the show. This season it all takes place on tour with Bret Michaels. I watched the premiere and you know what? They may have met my limit of skank for the season in the very 1st episode. I told S that I think I got a blackeye from all the 3-D boobs. Thankfully other shows are back like my beloved "24" so I may be able to pull my eyes away from the ROL train wreck. I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** Liv successfully wore panties to Alec's basketball game on Saturday and to church on Sunday if you don't count her pooping her pants at church. :P Any ideas with getting her to do it in the toilet?? She's got the pee down, just not the #2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** Well, I was totally against going back on Atkins, but I have not budged a pound since mid-November. I have been working out at least 5 times a week for an hour each time, toning with weights 2x week, taking &lt;a href="http://weightloss.sybervision.com/ "&gt;weight loss products&lt;/a&gt; and trying not to eat too horribly and the weight is all still there. And then some. What is up with that? I keep telling myself I've built muscle which is heavier and any day now my thighs and butt will just start melting off. But I'm tired of waiting for that day so I am doing what I know has worked for me in the past. As much as I hate it. I'll letcha know how it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** Remember the &lt;a href="http://www.swampbrat.net/2008/11/quints.html"&gt;Jones family&lt;/a&gt; who are expecting quintuplets? She will probably deliver any day now. She's been in the hospital for a couple of days and will stay til she delivers. They made it past their 1st goal of 28 weeks. Now she is about 29.5 weeks. They would love to make it 32 but it's probably not gonna happen. Please pray for their family. Pray for Casey to feel comfort- she is miserable right now. Pray for the babies to be healthy when they come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** Livie will be 3 on the 25th&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; (&lt;a href="http://brinatty.blogspot.com/"&gt;Millie's&lt;/a&gt; bday).&lt;/span&gt; She informed me she would love a "Balloon Birthday" party. So... we're gonna have balloons all over even though she probably has no clue what she was talking about when she said that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** In July we are taking a family vacation to Florida. I am like already counting down the days. I CAN NOT wait!! I think I probably daydream about hanging out of a beach more than my surfer hubby. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Probably because he gets to run off to Cali and Hawaii on a whim...;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And... that's all I've got. Sorry this is lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a30/anniepok/tori.gif" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24427204-9046414173897794878?l=swampbrat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swampbrat.blogspot.com/feeds/9046414173897794878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24427204&amp;postID=9046414173897794878&amp;isPopup=true' title='36 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24427204/posts/default/9046414173897794878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24427204/posts/default/9046414173897794878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swampbrat.blogspot.com/2009/01/hodge-podge.html' title='Hodge podge'/><author><name>Tori :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14963896000691417017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T-QJAcn94mY/TeJ79LuTdFI/AAAAAAAAFcc/aRZ7D0faM5U/s220/swampbratthumbnail-2.png'/></author><thr:total>36</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24427204.post-1632445798717941091</id><published>2009-01-09T13:10:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T13:51:16.761-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The New and Old in my life...</title><content type='html'>As I thought back about 2008 there were A LOT of changes. A LOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;NEW:&lt;/span&gt; I moved back to Texas. This was huge. The kids have adjusted well. Sei loves his job. And I am a lard. Obviously I've had the hardest time adjusting. I miss our old neighborhood. I miss our old ward. I miss my friends. But I know we are suppose to be here, so I will continue to adjust the best I can. It has been nice having my family near. The kids deserve to be close to at least one set of grandparents!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;OLD:&lt;/span&gt; My ex still lives in Texas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;NEW:&lt;/span&gt; I started watching kids in my home this year. I actually just started watching 2 more this past Monday. So, now I watch 3 kids everyday and a 4th on Tuesdays. It's been interesting. Thankfully I am now watching an almost 5 yr old boy and Taj loves having a playmate!! The money is very helpful as we pay off debt and save for missions and college and our Florida vacation this year!! The extra kids is why I will not be writing many blog ads anymore. I was tired of blogging because I &lt;em&gt;had&lt;/em&gt; to. I want to blog when I &lt;em&gt;want&lt;/em&gt; to.  I will do ads occasionally if the pay is ok, just fyi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;OLD:&lt;/span&gt; I am still doing paid links in my posts. So if I stick in a weird words that don't seem to go with the post, like &lt;a href="http://www.packnboxnow.com/"&gt;shipping boxes&lt;/a&gt;, for example, that's why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;NEW:&lt;/span&gt; I have 7 kids that pee in the toilet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;OLD:&lt;/span&gt; I have &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;6&lt;/span&gt; kids that &lt;em&gt;poop&lt;/em&gt; in the toilet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;NEW:&lt;/span&gt; My new fave song is "Gives You Hell" by The All American Rejects&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;OLD:&lt;/span&gt; I still love &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;orange&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;NEW:&lt;/span&gt; I enjoy exercising again. It's my stress relief and break. And Seiuli has been wonderful about facilitating my time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;OLD:&lt;/span&gt; My big butt. It's still here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;NEW:&lt;/span&gt; I traveled &lt;em&gt;by myself&lt;/em&gt; several times this past year!! I got to go to &lt;a href="http://www.swampbrat.net/search/label/wedding"&gt;Vegas&lt;/a&gt; for my brother's wedding. &lt;a href="http://www.swampbrat.net/search/label/Oregon%20trip"&gt;Oregon&lt;/a&gt; for the highlite of my summer! And &lt;a href="http://www.swampbrat.net/search/label/kansas%20trip"&gt;Kansas City&lt;/a&gt; for the NKOTB concert. Note that 2 out of 3 involved Y'ALL!! Yay!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;OLD:&lt;/span&gt; I came home everytime to my wonderful husband who I love so much. I can't believe I am married to such an awesome man. I mean, I think back on our lives, &lt;a href="http://www.swampbrat.net/2006/03/sohowd-yall-meet.html"&gt;how we met&lt;/a&gt;, etc... and I am just amazed. I know we were meant to be together. He's my lobster. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(What's that from??)&lt;/span&gt; And I didn't mean for this post to get mushy, but Sei went in for an endoscopy today. Basically they stick a camera down your throat and take pics. When he got one 3 years ago he was diagnosed with Barrett's disease which is pre-cancerous. So, today he went in for another and thankfully a lot of the scar tissue has healed and he no longer has Barretts. YAY! I love him and I am thrilled he is getting better. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a30/anniepok/tori.gif" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24427204-1632445798717941091?l=swampbrat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swampbrat.blogspot.com/feeds/1632445798717941091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24427204&amp;postID=1632445798717941091&amp;isPopup=true' title='25 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24427204/posts/default/1632445798717941091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24427204/posts/default/1632445798717941091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swampbrat.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-and-old-in-my-life.html' title='The New and Old in my life...'/><author><name>Tori :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14963896000691417017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T-QJAcn94mY/TeJ79LuTdFI/AAAAAAAAFcc/aRZ7D0faM5U/s220/swampbratthumbnail-2.png'/></author><thr:total>25</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24427204.post-8765214179376644523</id><published>2009-01-09T12:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T14:39:02.990-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Great online shopping</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.shopwiki.com/"&gt;Shopping online&lt;/a&gt; can be great. You don't have to fight the crowds. You can wear your pajamas. And a lot of times you can find really great deals. ShopWiki is the largest online shopping search engine. They have over 200,000 stores and more than 250 million- yes MILLION- products. This is much more than any other shopping comparison site on the internet. And unlike other shopping comparison sites- Shopwiki is not paid for placement. They call it like they see it!&lt;br /&gt;No matter what kind of product you are looking for, ShopWiki can help find great deals including but not limited to jewelry, &lt;a href="http://www.shopwiki.com/wiki/Clothing+for+Girls"&gt;clothes for your children&lt;/a&gt;, home and garden, computers, supplies for babies and toddlers- anything! I have been looking at &lt;a href="http://www.shopwiki.com/search/Girls+4-6X+underwear"&gt;cute underwear&lt;/a&gt; for Isabel now that she's potty training. This cool site also has reviews on the stores and products to help you- the shopper- make the decision that works best for you. How great is that? No more having to shop from site to site or search for promo codes. They have it all right at your fingertips :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a30/anniepok/tori.gif" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24427204-8765214179376644523?l=swampbrat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24427204/posts/default/8765214179376644523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24427204/posts/default/8765214179376644523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swampbrat.blogspot.com/2009/01/great-online-shopping.html' title='Great online shopping'/><author><name>Tori :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14963896000691417017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T-QJAcn94mY/TeJ79LuTdFI/AAAAAAAAFcc/aRZ7D0faM5U/s220/swampbratthumbnail-2.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24427204.post-2707695021841175167</id><published>2009-01-07T10:45:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T14:48:42.018-06:00</updated><title type='text'>And.... I'm back.</title><content type='html'>Yeah, so I kinda took a little unoffical hiatus from blogging. Sorry I didn't let you know, but thanks to those you who emailed and text me checking to see if I was still alive. :) I've just kinda been busy and burnt out and not feeling very creative, so I apologize in advance for a lame post. :) I'm not gonna give a huge Christmas recap because I am lazy. It was a great Christmas, but I'm positive you don't wanna see pics of everything everyone got, etc... I am also about 156 posts behind in reading and I'm pretty sure I'm not gonna read all of them. So... I apologize. I am clearing my reader lists and starting new so I don't feel guilty... I think it's only fair. I mean, I've given y'all one less blog to read for over a week. Right? I provided a community service. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2009&lt;/span&gt; now. Holy cow. For New Years we had a Casino nite with Tristan's new poker set and a bunch of underage gamblers. We had a blast! For some reason I didn't get any pics of the decor, but it was happenin' let me tell ya.&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288589677319477138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bChnMuOsQw4/SWTYSpds15I/AAAAAAAAE80/7tUkVssk31w/s400/New+Years+2009+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Did anyone else just gag at the site of those jerseys??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288589689667782722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bChnMuOsQw4/SWTYTXdxCEI/AAAAAAAAE88/peK7gl8w2xo/s400/New+Years+2009+020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My hubby wearing my sunglasses and brother&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288589695853774258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bChnMuOsQw4/SWTYTugnxbI/AAAAAAAAE9E/K75lj8XKd90/s400/New+Years+2009+022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Please note all the winnings are in front of the person wearing the DIRK jersey and not Kobe. Boo ya!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Then we went outside at midnite to shoot silly string. Even Livie woke up for the party!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288591829044454914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bChnMuOsQw4/SWTaP5Q6ZgI/AAAAAAAAE9M/C4Kl0WgSbW4/s400/New+Years+2009+023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288592258243818642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bChnMuOsQw4/SWTao4KA9JI/AAAAAAAAE9c/ubn5MtumnvA/s400/New+Years+2009+029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288591834044944946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bChnMuOsQw4/SWTaQL5H0jI/AAAAAAAAE9U/jycObphf_Ds/s400/New+Years+2009+034.jpg" border="0" /&gt; For the New Year I have made these 2 resolutions: &lt;p align="left"&gt;1) &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Lose weight/get in shape.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I have NEVER weighed this much in my life other than when I was 7 months pregnant. This move has been kind of tough on me and while Sei is loving his job and losing weight, I've gained his lost weight and then some. So... I have been going to the gym faithfully since mid-November. It's not easy because I have to work around Sei's new work schedule along with all the kiddos sports, etc... but I am going at least 5 days a week working out for at least an hour. I am now working on my eating as well. I wish I didn't love junk food so much. I was going to do Atkins, but I decided I really need to learn to discipline myself and just eat better, control portions, etc... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;2) &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Make my prayers more specific.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; For example, instead of just saying "Bless my family" I am naming specific things each member of my family needs. I feel it makes my prayers more meaningful and I have to think about what I am saying more. I know this will help my relationship with my Heavenly Father grow.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;And that's it, because I'm pretty sure those 2 will be tough enough. It's really hard to be motivated to go work out at 7:30 at nite after watching not only my kids, but 3 other children, taxi-ing kids to and from bball practice, cooking dinner, etc... But I am going to do it. I enjoy that time- once I get there.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;My next post: "The New and Old in my life..." &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(look at me all plannin' ahead...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;---------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I forgot to mention, I won't be doing many blog ads anymore. I may have random links leading to a &lt;a href="http://www.ipromo.com/"&gt;promotional product&lt;/a&gt; or something, but I should very rarely write a complete blog ad. Thanks for being patient with all the ads in the past!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24427204-2707695021841175167?l=swampbrat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swampbrat.blogspot.com/feeds/2707695021841175167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24427204&amp;postID=2707695021841175167&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24427204/posts/default/2707695021841175167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24427204/posts/default/2707695021841175167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swampbrat.blogspot.com/2009/01/and-im-back.html' title='And.... I&apos;m back.'/><author><name>Tori :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14963896000691417017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T-QJAcn94mY/TeJ79LuTdFI/AAAAAAAAFcc/aRZ7D0faM5U/s220/swampbratthumbnail-2.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bChnMuOsQw4/SWTYSpds15I/AAAAAAAAE80/7tUkVssk31w/s72-c/New+Years+2009+013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24427204.post-8430473294236516163</id><published>2008-12-29T10:20:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T14:27:37.736-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hellllloooooo!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hey everyone. I've sucked at commenting around the blogosphere, but I'm hoping y'all haven't noticed because y'all have been having a great holiday! :)&lt;br /&gt;My Christmas was great. I will probably write about it later. I don't have the memory card from my camera so I don't wanna post without pics. I am going to steal a few pics from &lt;a href="http://swampbaby.blogspot.com/"&gt;my sister's blog&lt;/a&gt;. But some highlites were:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** I took a hip hop class on Tuesday at the gym. Yeah, I would just like to confirm once again that I am &lt;em&gt;SO&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;white.&lt;/span&gt; I actually asked 2 girls to dance in front of me so I couldn't see myself in the mirror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** Kelsea and Karlea arrived on Christmas Eve just in time to open gifts and act out the Christmas story. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Thank you again to my Mom and Dad for the airline ticket!!)&lt;/span&gt; Tristan, Alec and Isabel were also able to come from the ex's for a few hours that evening too. It was great. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285249795296386242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bChnMuOsQw4/SVj6r7XY3MI/AAAAAAAAE8k/3336V9BVjwk/s400/christmasstory" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Acting out the Christmas story&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285249797316504706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bChnMuOsQw4/SVj6sC5BbII/AAAAAAAAE8s/Yrb7dug5ACk/s400/family" border="0" /&gt;(Mom, Dad, Swampbaby, Ali, Me, Woogs)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** Sei gave me a sewing machine. I've wanted one, but I don't have a clue how to sew. I can't even load the thread on it yet, but it came with an instructional dvd so I'm thinkin' I will be an awesome seamstress like &lt;a href="http://nancysnonsenseofnothingness.blogspot.com/"&gt;Nancy&lt;/a&gt; and Chel just in time to sew Liv's wedding dress. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(If she marries when she's 30...)&lt;/span&gt; I'm excited!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** Santa learned he will never again bring big boxes of Nerds candy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** Santa DID bring underwear to Taj &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Ironman)&lt;/span&gt; and Livie &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Little Mermaid)&lt;/span&gt; just to spite me for saying underwear was a lame gift. Serves me right I guess. Taj loves his. Liv refuses to wear hers unless they are OVER a diaper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** I bought Sei and Alec "Kobe" jerseys. I seriously nearly throw up a little in my mouth everytime I see them in them. Yuck. I bought Tristan a Kevin Garnett jersey. I should have just got them all a neutral player- like Steve Nash. But instead everytime they put those ball hog, full of himself, makes me think of my ex, player's jersey on, they will think "&lt;em&gt;Wow. My mom/wife really loves me."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** Liv LOVES Christmas lites. We could drive thru our neighborhood and she would yell, "&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It's amaaaaaaazing!! It's amaaaaaaazing!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** I made Sei and the kids watch "It's a Wonderful Life" for the 1st time ever. Tristan's face was so classic when the stars are talking at the beginning. He was like "&lt;em&gt;What the heck Mom?? This is stupid!!"&lt;/em&gt; They all held on and watched the show and loved it. Yessssssssssssssssss. I rule. And I could still quote at least 1/2 of it. "&lt;em&gt;Is this the ear you can't hear on? George Bailey I'll love you til the day I die&lt;/em&gt;..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** Sei is off for 10 days &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(he only had to take 3 days off!!)&lt;/span&gt; and then he will be on weekday day shift!! YAY!! We are all excited to spend time with him. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;----------&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This holiday season use &lt;a href="http://www.luggageuniverse.com/"&gt;Samsonite luggage&lt;/a&gt;. It's the only way to travel. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a30/anniepok/tori.gif" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24427204-8430473294236516163?l=swampbrat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swampbrat.blogspot.com/feeds/8430473294236516163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24427204&amp;postID=8430473294236516163&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24427204/posts/default/8430473294236516163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24427204/posts/default/8430473294236516163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swampbrat.blogspot.com/2008/12/hellllloooooo.html' title='Hellllloooooo!!!'/><author><name>Tori :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14963896000691417017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T-QJAcn94mY/TeJ79LuTdFI/AAAAAAAAFcc/aRZ7D0faM5U/s220/swampbratthumbnail-2.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bChnMuOsQw4/SVj6r7XY3MI/AAAAAAAAE8k/3336V9BVjwk/s72-c/christmasstory' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24427204.post-3837851983835213555</id><published>2008-12-27T23:53:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T00:19:45.120-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Magic Trick</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bChnMuOsQw4/SVcVB6nbrAI/AAAAAAAAE8c/Lu2Y-uzMHZU/s1600-h/1393.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284715810401266690" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 176px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 119px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bChnMuOsQw4/SVcVB6nbrAI/AAAAAAAAE8c/Lu2Y-uzMHZU/s400/1393.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Taj performed an awesome magic trick before he went to bed. He said, "&lt;em&gt;I'm going to make a dice come out of my butt."&lt;/em&gt; Yes, you read that right- &lt;em&gt;out of his butt&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Abracadabra!!!&lt;/span&gt; A die from the "Scene It!" game magically fell right out of his butt. All he needed was a top hat and a &lt;a rel= "no follow" href="http://www.formaltux.com/"&gt;tuxedo&lt;/a&gt;!! He'd been pinching it in his buttcheeks &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(with pjs on)&lt;/span&gt; in order to perform his trick. Then he did it with a candy cane and it just went downhill from there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a30/anniepok/tori.gif" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24427204-3837851983835213555?l=swampbrat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swampbrat.blogspot.com/feeds/3837851983835213555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24427204&amp;postID=3837851983835213555&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24427204/posts/default/3837851983835213555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24427204/posts/default/3837851983835213555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swampbrat.blogspot.com/2008/12/magic-trick.html' title='Magic Trick'/><author><name>Tori :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14963896000691417017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T-QJAcn94mY/TeJ79LuTdFI/AAAAAAAAFcc/aRZ7D0faM5U/s220/swampbratthumbnail-2.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bChnMuOsQw4/SVcVB6nbrAI/AAAAAAAAE8c/Lu2Y-uzMHZU/s72-c/1393.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24427204.post-8489284337831926214</id><published>2008-12-24T23:22:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T23:29:53.737-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/icilgwdHiZg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/icilgwdHiZg&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;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Merry Christmas!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Love to all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a30/anniepok/tori.gif" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24427204-8489284337831926214?l=swampbrat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24427204/posts/default/8489284337831926214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24427204/posts/default/8489284337831926214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swampbrat.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas!'/><author><name>Tori :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14963896000691417017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T-QJAcn94mY/TeJ79LuTdFI/AAAAAAAAFcc/aRZ7D0faM5U/s220/swampbratthumbnail-2.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24427204.post-5422178838889766887</id><published>2008-12-22T07:22:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T11:21:00.906-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Random acts of kindness :)</title><content type='html'>This is a &lt;a href="http://www.swampbrat.net/2006/12/pay-it-forward.html"&gt;recycled post&lt;/a&gt; from Dec. 2006, but I thought with the holiday season it would be a good reminder and a little challenge for everyone. I was reminded about this post when I read &lt;a href="http://mommysnark.blogspot.com/2008/12/kindness.html"&gt;Mommy Snark's post&lt;/a&gt; the other day.&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bChnMuOsQw4/RXskmfJBLdI/AAAAAAAAABI/KQgD6rvywZ0/s1600-h/pay.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5006635654365392338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bChnMuOsQw4/RXskmfJBLdI/AAAAAAAAABI/KQgD6rvywZ0/s320/pay.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday as I was leaving Walmart a saw a mom struggling with her 3 year old &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(I'm guessing) &lt;/span&gt;as she put her in the car. Her daughter was pitchin' a big ole fit. Anyway- the mom turned around to put her cart up when she realized there wasn't a cart return anywhere near by. I could tell she was trying to decide if she should leave the cart or leave her daughter... She probably would have left her cart if I wasn't standing there. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(You know how ya feel weird leaving it when people are watching...)&lt;/span&gt; Anyway- I was loading groceries in my van and I told her, &lt;em&gt;"I'll return it for you. I have 2 carts to put away anyway. Just hook yours to mine&lt;/em&gt;." She looked relieved and thanked me. She even waved and smiled as she drove off. It felt good helping her and it only took a minute. Just last week I was buying things for Sei's youth group home and I had 2 carts. Taj was walking with me as I pulled one cart and pushed the other. As we were leaving the store, things fell out of the back cart, so I let go of the front cart- with Liv sitting in the little baby seat. As I let go, the cart with Liv started rolling out into the parking lot/crosswalk. I didn't notice as I picked the things up that had fallen. This man chased the cart with Liv and caught it. Then he helped pick up things as I chased after Taj who had run off to a pile of snow. The man then pushed one of my carts to my van and made sure I had Taj in the van before he left to his own car. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thank you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; sweet man for helping and for not taking advantage of my vulnerability by raping or killing me!! I hope my "help" for the mom made her feel like the man's help made me feel.&lt;br /&gt;A few weeks ago Sei was in Wendy's getting some lunch. After ordering the cashier, instead of giving his total, said, "&lt;em&gt;Your meal has already been paid for."&lt;/em&gt; She said that to the next person in line also. Apparently someone had given the cashier an extra $10 to pay for the next couple of people in line. I thought that was so neat! I had seen something similar on Oprah when someone gave $20 to the toll booth and said it was for the next 20 cars toll. Anyway- I thought it was really cool. I wanted to do something similar, but with money being a little tight, handing over $10 or $20 at McDonalds wasn't really doable. Today I was in the drive thru at McDonalds and I heard the cashier tell the car behind me "$&lt;em&gt;3.04 at the 2nd window&lt;/em&gt;." I thought, "&lt;em&gt;$3.04- I can do that!!"&lt;/em&gt; So, I told her, "&lt;em&gt;I'd like to pay for the next car too."&lt;/em&gt; Her face was hilarious! "&lt;em&gt;You want to pay for&lt;/em&gt; the next car&lt;em&gt;?!?"&lt;/em&gt; "&lt;em&gt;Yeah. For uh, you know, for Christmas&lt;/em&gt;..." I sounded like a dork as I fumbled over my words. She rang it up and gave me the receipt. Then she said, "&lt;em&gt;I've only had that happen one other time with an old, gross man paying for a cute girl behind him. You're really sweet&lt;/em&gt;." And ya know what, I was stoked!! I was so excited to watch the lady's face in the car behind me when she found out her meal had paid for already! &lt;/span&gt;The point of this post is not to brag on myself. I should do a lot more to help people!! I just want to challenge everyone to do a random act of kindness for someone expecting nothing in return. It feels good. Really good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;** Buy.com carries&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.buy.com/cat/video-cards/61929.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;video cards&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; at extremely affordable prices!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a30/anniepok/tori.gif" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24427204-5422178838889766887?l=swampbrat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swampbrat.blogspot.com/feeds/5422178838889766887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24427204&amp;postID=5422178838889766887&amp;isPopup=true' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24427204/posts/default/5422178838889766887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24427204/posts/default/5422178838889766887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swampbrat.blogspot.com/2008/12/random-acts-of-kindness.html' title='Random acts of kindness :)'/><author><name>Tori :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14963896000691417017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T-QJAcn94mY/TeJ79LuTdFI/AAAAAAAAFcc/aRZ7D0faM5U/s220/swampbratthumbnail-2.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bChnMuOsQw4/RXskmfJBLdI/AAAAAAAAABI/KQgD6rvywZ0/s72-c/pay.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24427204.post-3609261404669235496</id><published>2008-12-22T07:05:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T09:09:43.829-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Flowers!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://tinyurl.com/8r3ved" /&gt;I love when I receive flowers. I love daisies and roses and pretty much any other kind of flower. When my husband and I were dating and we were living in different states, my husband ordered flowers online. At Rosesonly.com.au you can order the most lavish arrangement or a beautiful, strikingly simple one. &lt;a href="http://www.rosesonly.com.au/"&gt;Flowers&lt;/a&gt; ordered thru Rosesonly.com.au can even be ordered and shipped OVERSEA. Their signature boxed flowers are "elegantly presented in the famous Roses Only box, nestled in soft tissue paper, with a box of delicious Lindt chocolates and a small scented candle." Sounds so classy and beautiful. Next time you are looking to order flowers, check out Rosesonly.com.au.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a30/anniepok/tori.gif" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24427204-3609261404669235496?l=swampbrat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24427204/posts/default/3609261404669235496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24427204/posts/default/3609261404669235496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swampbrat.blogspot.com/2008/12/flowers.html' title='Flowers!'/><author><name>Tori :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14963896000691417017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T-QJAcn94mY/TeJ79LuTdFI/AAAAAAAAFcc/aRZ7D0faM5U/s220/swampbratthumbnail-2.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24427204.post-5333453759506263020</id><published>2008-12-18T22:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T22:26:06.595-06:00</updated><title type='text'>To balance out the bragging</title><content type='html'>I know I brag constantly about how smart Livie is. She can sing her ABCs, sign then in ASL, recognize them and even spell a few words. She also sings soooo many songs and is really a genius in a pint size body. All this before she's 3. But I don't want to make other parents feel bad or anything, so I thought I'd post this genius moment caught on film....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bChnMuOsQw4/SUsgeKvlHcI/AAAAAAAAE7c/MYHOUdz_tsE/s1600-h/livienose.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281350690674122178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 385px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bChnMuOsQw4/SUsgeKvlHcI/AAAAAAAAE7c/MYHOUdz_tsE/s400/livienose.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Gotta love her!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a30/anniepok/tori.gif" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24427204-5333453759506263020?l=swampbrat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swampbrat.blogspot.com/feeds/5333453759506263020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24427204&amp;postID=5333453759506263020&amp;isPopup=true' title='25 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24427204/posts/default/5333453759506263020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24427204/posts/default/5333453759506263020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swampbrat.blogspot.com/2008/12/to-balance-out-bragging.html' title='To balance out the bragging'/><author><name>Tori :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14963896000691417017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T-QJAcn94mY/TeJ79LuTdFI/AAAAAAAAFcc/aRZ7D0faM5U/s220/swampbratthumbnail-2.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bChnMuOsQw4/SUsgeKvlHcI/AAAAAAAAE7c/MYHOUdz_tsE/s72-c/livienose.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>25</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24427204.post-1167567913363099564</id><published>2008-12-18T22:12:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T22:16:00.121-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Saab parts</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://tinyurl.com/4ta52d" /&gt;If you are cool like Edward Cullen and own a Volvo or maybe a Saab sometimes finding affordable parts can be hard to do. Check out swedishparts.net. They carry a complete selection of Volvo Auto parts and &lt;a rel= "no follow" href="http://www.swedishparts.net/"&gt;Saab Parts&lt;/a&gt; including many accessories. Not only that, they offer free shipping and have top notch service to compliment their huge inventory and low prices. Everything they sell comes with a full warranty so you have nothing to lose!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a30/anniepok/tori.gif" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24427204-1167567913363099564?l=swampbrat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24427204/posts/default/1167567913363099564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24427204/posts/default/1167567913363099564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swampbrat.blogspot.com/2008/12/saab-parts.html' title='Saab parts'/><author><name>Tori :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14963896000691417017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T-QJAcn94mY/TeJ79LuTdFI/AAAAAAAAFcc/aRZ7D0faM5U/s220/swampbratthumbnail-2.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24427204.post-6729970661505064944</id><published>2008-12-18T09:13:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T22:22:17.870-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A post to embarrass my dad</title><content type='html'>So, I had a random memory yesterday. When I was working at Pizza Hut like 15 years ago a woman that worked there with me named Cheryl saw my dad when he came in to eat once. This was her reaction:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Girl, your daddy fiiiiiiiine. Look at him and his bow-legg-ed self. Mmm."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind that she was talking about my dad, but what does that mean exactly? "&lt;em&gt;Him and his bow-legg-ed self&lt;/em&gt;"?? You know that song "Shoop" by Salt n Pepa? They say it too!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"No, not you. You. The bow-legg-ed one. Yeah, whatch yo name? Da** baby. That sounds sexy!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, does being bow-legged make you hot or what? So are cowboys that walk like they just got off a horse hotter than dentists? Or soccer players are bow-legged a lot. Sei was a soccer player, but I don't think he's bow-legged. Is a bow-legged cop hotter than my husband? I think not. And for the record, my dad is a basketball playing C.P.A.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, anyway.... does anyone know why being bow-legged makes you hotter? Do any of you prefer bow-legged men? (Or women...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a30/anniepok/tori.gif" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24427204-6729970661505064944?l=swampbrat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swampbrat.blogspot.com/feeds/6729970661505064944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24427204&amp;postID=6729970661505064944&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24427204/posts/default/6729970661505064944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24427204/posts/default/6729970661505064944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swampbrat.blogspot.com/2008/12/post-to-embarrass-my-dad.html' title='A post to embarrass my dad'/><author><name>Tori :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14963896000691417017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T-QJAcn94mY/TeJ79LuTdFI/AAAAAAAAFcc/aRZ7D0faM5U/s220/swampbratthumbnail-2.png'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24427204.post-3814898623205684109</id><published>2008-12-17T07:55:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T10:58:20.087-06:00</updated><title type='text'>OCD Tori style</title><content type='html'>* I apologize for my lack of commenting lately. I've been a lazy blogger this week- busy getting Christmas stuff ready and just being lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Yesterday the baby I watch and his mom were in a car wreck. She text me to let me know she was on the way. An hour later I was like, "Ok, this has taken waaaay too long." Then she called to let me know she had been hit, spun around and hit again. I saw pics of her car and it's totalled. I'm glad they were both ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I am trying to make myself more cultured so I checked out "To Kill a Mockingbird" from the library. Someone please shoot me. Everytime I pick it up I fall asleep. I know there is a great story in this book. When do I get to it? I may just have to borrow the movie from my parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I have decided I have a rare form of OCD. Or maybe it's not rare, but I'm the only person I know that has it. When I work out on any form of exercise equipment, I'll say the elliptical for now since that's what I've been using, I could probably end up working out all day on it if it wasn't for sheer willpower to get off of it. See, when I start working out I input a time, say.... 30 minutes. But when that 30 minutes ends I realize the "calories burned" amount is a weird amount, like 212. That bugs me, so I say "I'll work out til it's to 250." Well, when 250 comes around I'm at a weird time like 34 minutes. That's annoying. So, I say "I'll work out to 40 minutes." At 40 minutes the calories are at 306. Do you see where I'm goin' with this?? I like to end at 5 minute intervals and like my calories to be at 25-50 calorie intervals. I don't know why. Yesterday I did 45 minutes on the elliptical and had to force myself off because I was at 351 calories. Soooooo close. Thankfully I don't have OCD when I'm using weights or doing crunches other than that I have to do an even number, so after the elliptical I did leave the gym in a reasonable amount of time. This isn't new either. When I was pregnant with Alec I worked out on a stair-stepper religiously and it was the same deal. I'd be on it for an hour and a half trying to balance out the numbers. It's kind of like when I pump gas into the car. I have to end on an even dollar amount. Sei will get $20.01 just to bug me. Am I weird? Are you weird with me? Or is everyone else weird?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a30/anniepok/tori.gif" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24427204-3814898623205684109?l=swampbrat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swampbrat.blogspot.com/feeds/3814898623205684109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24427204&amp;postID=3814898623205684109&amp;isPopup=true' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24427204/posts/default/3814898623205684109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24427204/posts/default/3814898623205684109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swampbrat.blogspot.com/2008/12/ocd-tori-style.html' title='OCD Tori style'/><author><name>Tori :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14963896000691417017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T-QJAcn94mY/TeJ79LuTdFI/AAAAAAAAFcc/aRZ7D0faM5U/s220/swampbratthumbnail-2.png'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24427204.post-4273968937234117325</id><published>2008-12-14T12:06:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T22:49:18.488-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy Weekend and miscellany</title><content type='html'>* Friday nite Isabel had basketball practice and the boys had a birthday party to go to. I also had to run by the gym to get measured for my bootcamp graduation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Saturday Alec had a game a 8am. But he had to be there at 7:30am for pics. Suck. Anyway... they lost 20 to 13, but Alec scored and he did really well. I think he's definitely one of the best ball handlers on his team. Get your head out of the gutter. BASKETBALL handlers. Izzy had a game too. She scored the 1st 2 points in her game and considering they only got to 7 points, that's pretty good. I was the loudest parent there- of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Bootcamp graduation- I got a tshirt and also learned that I lost 3% body fat and can do 14 more push ups in a minute than I could 5 weeks ago. I went fromo 24 to 38. They are full-body pushups and we had to touch our nose to a step riser so they were legit. Yeah, I'm pretty buff... ;) I didn't lose any weight or inches. I like to think it's because my HUGE muscles are pushing my fat out. I'm sure that's it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Church Christmas party- we decorated cookies to take to neighbors. Plus, Santa came. Livie pooped right before he came so I had to change her.  As I was chasing her to change her she stopped and said, "&lt;em&gt;Swiper, no swiping! Swiper, no swiping! Swiper, no swiping!"&lt;/em&gt; Nerd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Speaking of&lt;em&gt; "Swiper, no swiping&lt;/em&gt;!"  Sei used to think Dora said, &lt;em&gt;"Swiper no swipey!" &lt;/em&gt;I was telling my SIL that and she goes, "Yeah, I used to think that too." Then a couple of minutes later she goes, "&lt;em&gt;I actually thought that's what they said up until like 2 minutes ago when you said that&lt;/em&gt;." LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Sei called me from work last nite and when I answered he said, "&lt;em&gt;Babe, I love you&lt;/em&gt;." That's not good. I mean, it's &lt;em&gt;good&lt;/em&gt;, but not when your husband is a cop. That is a sure sign that something bad has happened. I guess a guy went into a restuarant with an AK-47 and was wanting to kill the manager or something. Sei was one of the 1st officers to respond. Why does my husband have to be a freakin' over-achiever? I've told him if it's a dangerous call to drive sloooooowwww. I know he was nervous because he didn't know what to expect or what the man was thinking. Anyway... the guy left like 20 seconds before Sei got there. They caught him. He was totally armed with tons of ammo and weapons. But he surrendered peacefully, thankfully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I had weird, freaky, possessed-type dreams last nite and I didn't even watch anything weird before bed. I woke up freaked out a few times during the nite. I heard a loud bump upstairs and I was too lazy to go check it out. It's like last weekend, Sei was working and it was just Taj, Liv and me, and I heard something bump into our trashcans outside and kept hearing noises. The cans are close to my bedroom window.  I didn't know if I should call 911 or just wait to die or what. While I was pondering what to do, I dozed off. I guess I was too tired to mess with it. I'm hoping if anyone breaks in to attack me that they will just do it without waking me up. But I guess that's not possible since we have an alarm. Which reminds me- Sei had a short shift a while ago and got off at 3am. He totally set off the alarm when he got home. I heard it, grabbed my cell phone, looked at the clock and thought, "&lt;em&gt;Oh, it's Sei&lt;/em&gt;." He turned it off fast, so I knew it was him, but then I thought, "&lt;em&gt;I should go check on the kids&lt;/em&gt;..." I start walking up the stairs and for a split second I thought, "&lt;em&gt;What if it's not Sei? I am so screwed..."  &lt;/em&gt;It was Sei and he was upstairs comforting Liv and Izzy- the only people that woke up! Nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* That is all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a30/anniepok/tori.gif" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24427204-4273968937234117325?l=swampbrat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swampbrat.blogspot.com/feeds/4273968937234117325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24427204&amp;postID=4273968937234117325&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24427204/posts/default/4273968937234117325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24427204/posts/default/4273968937234117325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swampbrat.blogspot.com/2008/12/busy-weekend-and-miscellany.html' title='Busy Weekend and miscellany'/><author><name>Tori :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14963896000691417017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T-QJAcn94mY/TeJ79LuTdFI/AAAAAAAAFcc/aRZ7D0faM5U/s220/swampbratthumbnail-2.png'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24427204.post-1426146646653721964</id><published>2008-12-12T08:30:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T22:49:18.488-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh the thinks I can think</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I can't remember doing any assigned reading in jr. high or high school. I think we were suppose to read "The Scarlet Letter" but then we were watching the movie in class, so I didn't see the point. Plus, they talk funny in that book. I've never read "Tom Sawyer" or "To Kill a Mockingbird" or any of the other classics. I am uncultured. Oh- I did read the 1st 2 books in "The Little House on the Prairie" series until my sister bumped me while walking home and the book I was reading fell in the gutter/drain thing. I stopped reading it after that. Which book did that boy get stung by bees in?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I can't believe how mean and hateful people can get about the "Twilight" series. Gimme a break. I mean, I love Jacob, I loved the series, but I'm not gonna get my panties in a wad if someone talks bad about Jacob. Good- less competition for me. Not to mention I have a REAL life to worry about.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;On the same note... Why do people treat blogging like high school? It's not a popularity contest. I don't get the whole "Follow me" thing in the sidebar. I didn't put it in mine because I thought it was like &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Vote for Summer!"&lt;/span&gt; If you wanna follow me, good. Do. I use Newsgator, so I don't follow any blogs with the "Follow Me" thing, so don't be offended...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tristan had a basketball game last nite. It was &lt;em&gt;GOOD&lt;/em&gt; game. They came from behind and with 9 seconds left it was tied. We got fouled and had a 1-and-1 shot. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(That means they get to shoot one free throw. If they make it they get a 2nd. If they miss it then it's up for a rebound and the game keeps going.)&lt;/span&gt; Anyway... he made BOTH shots. Yesssss. We were up by 2. The other team chucks the ball down the court and this kid that had made 3 or 4 three pointers in the game takes a shot, the crowd holds it's breath.... MISS! We won by 2!!! I was so loud and obnoxious. My mom said my dad would have been proud. I may or may not have yelled things such as, &lt;em&gt;"Ref- he's campin' in the lane!! He just pitched a tent...." "1, 2, 3... Ref come on. I'm at 10 seconds!!" "Come on Ref. They're gonna touch occasionally!!" "That was a lame call Ref. Lame."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; (It was really quiet when I yelled that... &lt;em&gt;if&lt;/em&gt; I yelled that.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I had fun. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I don't know what to get Sei for Christmas. I make it easy for him- I tell him exactly what I want. 1/2 the time he doesn't take the hint and gets me stuff NOT on my list. Idk why. He's not as helpful. I think this year he told me he wants another set of handcuffs. Our set broke.... Kidding. Just checking if you're paying attention. He really did say he wants a 2nd set of cuffs though. That's an exciting present... not. That's like giving socks and underwear. Isn't that stuff you're suppose to buy your kids anyway? If you didn't buy your kids undies at Christmas would they be goin' commando all the time? I think not. How did I get on this subject?? Did I just offend a lot of people that give their kids undies for Christmas? My bad. That just made me think of this "Friends" episode:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/q--6wtCPHg8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/q--6wtCPHg8&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;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a30/anniepok/tori.gif" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24427204-1426146646653721964?l=swampbrat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swampbrat.blogspot.com/feeds/1426146646653721964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24427204&amp;postID=1426146646653721964&amp;isPopup=true' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24427204/posts/default/1426146646653721964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24427204/posts/default/1426146646653721964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swampbrat.blogspot.com/2008/12/oh-thinks-i-can-think.html' title='Oh the thinks I can think'/><author><name>Tori :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14963896000691417017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T-QJAcn94mY/TeJ79LuTdFI/AAAAAAAAFcc/aRZ7D0faM5U/s220/swampbratthumbnail-2.png'/></author><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24427204.post-2277102872068987417</id><published>2008-12-11T13:55:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T14:01:26.896-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tree up- CHECK!</title><content type='html'>So, we put up our tree the day after Thanksgiving. It was fun- as usual. I'm not real picky about ornaments or whatnot.  We have no set colors, or shapes. In fact, most of my ornaments are hand-me-downs from my parents. I found one from 1986. I think it was a gift at a school party- back when they were CHRISTMAS parties and not "Holiday" parties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Livie bossing us around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278624069356196946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bChnMuOsQw4/SUFwn6zNlFI/AAAAAAAAD30/9WVWKCV2wfI/s320/Picture+026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Izzy cuddling "Speedy Gonzales"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bChnMuOsQw4/SUFwoOya_xI/AAAAAAAAD38/mOCHChFihW0/s1600-h/Picture+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278624074721591058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bChnMuOsQw4/SUFwoOya_xI/AAAAAAAAD38/mOCHChFihW0/s320/Picture+027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tajy putting the star on the tree&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278624057585710050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bChnMuOsQw4/SUFwnO86M-I/AAAAAAAAD3k/H0tPVcY-rKM/s320/Picture+024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Fixing the star&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278624058641126034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bChnMuOsQw4/SUFwnS4ikpI/AAAAAAAAD3s/2PzIuFItGUc/s320/Picture+025.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt; This is what happens when you give Seiuli the camera:&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278624078949560210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bChnMuOsQw4/SUFwoeicr5I/AAAAAAAAD4E/atXsykvSyN4/s320/Picture+028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a30/anniepok/tori.gif" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24427204-2277102872068987417?l=swampbrat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swampbrat.blogspot.com/feeds/2277102872068987417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24427204&amp;postID=2277102872068987417&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24427204/posts/default/2277102872068987417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24427204/posts/default/2277102872068987417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swampbrat.blogspot.com/2008/12/tree-up-check.html' title='Tree up- CHECK!'/><author><name>Tori :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14963896000691417017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T-QJAcn94mY/TeJ79LuTdFI/AAAAAAAAFcc/aRZ7D0faM5U/s220/swampbratthumbnail-2.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bChnMuOsQw4/SUFwn6zNlFI/AAAAAAAAD30/9WVWKCV2wfI/s72-c/Picture+026.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24427204.post-8343571514089128899</id><published>2008-12-10T13:08:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T13:15:18.899-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting into the Christmas Spirit ;)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Christmas is in 2 weeks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I have 7 kids.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Crap.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;That is all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278241851629772882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 248px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 243px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bChnMuOsQw4/SUAU_6z-IFI/AAAAAAAAD3c/lWdOPn8IiTU/s400/ABCoolYule.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a30/anniepok/tori.gif" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24427204-8343571514089128899?l=swampbrat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swampbrat.blogspot.com/feeds/8343571514089128899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24427204&amp;postID=8343571514089128899&amp;isPopup=true' title='25 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24427204/posts/default/8343571514089128899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24427204/posts/default/8343571514089128899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swampbrat.blogspot.com/2008/12/getting-into-christmas-spirit.html' title='Getting into the Christmas Spirit ;)'/><author><name>Tori :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14963896000691417017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T-QJAcn94mY/TeJ79LuTdFI/AAAAAAAAFcc/aRZ7D0faM5U/s220/swampbratthumbnail-2.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bChnMuOsQw4/SUAU_6z-IFI/AAAAAAAAD3c/lWdOPn8IiTU/s72-c/ABCoolYule.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>25</thr:total></entry></feed>
