<?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-30717882</id><updated>2012-02-16T06:42:01.246-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ruiz's Pieces</title><subtitle type='html'>Mmm, candy covered crazy, my favorite!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afigmentofyourowncreation.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30717882/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afigmentofyourowncreation.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06242016871399709307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SzGWuAlmvgw/SAEfbqpwIaI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NWSWZymi0E0/S220/042.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>49</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30717882.post-576718202820797139</id><published>2008-09-16T21:09:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T21:12:25.116-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Punched in the eye?!?</title><content type='html'>One of my students punched me in the eyeball today. My eye is swollen and I have a scratch under my eye. Fun fun. I'm tired of dealing with this. I'm looking for a new job. I'm tired of the system. I'm tired of the parents. I'm tired of being paid less than someone because I haven't finished my degree. F that noise. Someone makes double what I make an hour but I have to train them. That is just not right. I'm sick of it. The bad thing is, now that I'm in the unit, I don't have much of a way out. People aren't lining up to get this job. I'm an asset, which means they won't let me go to another department. I may have to quit completely and start over. We can't afford that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah the joys of employment. Not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30717882-576718202820797139?l=afigmentofyourowncreation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afigmentofyourowncreation.blogspot.com/feeds/576718202820797139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30717882&amp;postID=576718202820797139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30717882/posts/default/576718202820797139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30717882/posts/default/576718202820797139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afigmentofyourowncreation.blogspot.com/2008/09/punched-in-eye.html' title='Punched in the eye?!?'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06242016871399709307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SzGWuAlmvgw/SAEfbqpwIaI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NWSWZymi0E0/S220/042.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30717882.post-6682993255807618206</id><published>2008-08-22T17:04:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T17:14:41.939-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ch-Ch-Ch-Changes</title><content type='html'>Well, life has been stressful this last week. School started (yay and boo), Jose got a mark down on his EPR, which sucks but it's being thrown out. So that's not too bad. The really crappy news: Jose found out he is number 40 on the non-selectee list to go on a remote (one year away from the family). Since Elizabeth is a Junior this year, that would mean that he would most likely miss her entire Senior year. We decided that we would rather do this on our time and not the Air Force's time. He put in for his remote yesterday. If he gets selected, he will be in place no later than February 2009. Yes, a few short months from now, we could be saying goodbye to him for a year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, as a family, we could move to his follow on. We made a "dream sheet" list of six bases we want to go to. We are hoping to get back to Cali close to the family. That way I would have a great support system during the year he is gone. Cross those fingers! One choice would be to stay here and live here till he gets back to assist us in the move to wherever we go. That would mean we would leave here three months before E graduates High School. Not good. So, I would move four kids, a dog, a turtle, and three vehicles across country. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our choices are limited. We want Jose to go when we choose. We are really torn apart about making this decision. There is never a good time for a husband/father to leave for a year. Sigh. There is just sadness going on right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30717882-6682993255807618206?l=afigmentofyourowncreation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afigmentofyourowncreation.blogspot.com/feeds/6682993255807618206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30717882&amp;postID=6682993255807618206' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30717882/posts/default/6682993255807618206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30717882/posts/default/6682993255807618206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afigmentofyourowncreation.blogspot.com/2008/08/ch-ch-ch-changes.html' title='Ch-Ch-Ch-Changes'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06242016871399709307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SzGWuAlmvgw/SAEfbqpwIaI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NWSWZymi0E0/S220/042.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30717882.post-4818394999094854775</id><published>2008-08-17T13:43:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T16:41:37.063-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Grrr! #*@#@!!!</title><content type='html'>Getting Alejandro's hair cut is a bigger deal than getting Elizabeth's hair cut. He is 14 and according to him, he's never had a good hair cut. Sigh. I swear. He likes looking like a mop, but going to get it "cleaned up" is an ordeal of epic proportions. Why must my son be this way? He drives me bananas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School starts tomorrow and you'd think that I want him to have a bowl cut by the way he is acting. He doesn't dry his hair, it's wavy and just plain old messy. He looks like a girl. Getting something done to it that would make him a little more masculine is a fight. Sigh. I'm about ready to give up and say "screw it".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll see how it comes out, the fellas are off to the barber shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edited to add: The haircut went well. Everyone came home smiling, there was no upset teen with a slamming door. LOL. He looks great and will hopefully keep up with actually styling his hair now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30717882-4818394999094854775?l=afigmentofyourowncreation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afigmentofyourowncreation.blogspot.com/feeds/4818394999094854775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30717882&amp;postID=4818394999094854775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30717882/posts/default/4818394999094854775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30717882/posts/default/4818394999094854775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afigmentofyourowncreation.blogspot.com/2008/08/grrr.html' title='Grrr! #*@#@!!!'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06242016871399709307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SzGWuAlmvgw/SAEfbqpwIaI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NWSWZymi0E0/S220/042.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30717882.post-1273149457001552584</id><published>2008-08-15T16:52:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T16:59:38.244-04:00</updated><title type='text'>School is starting again, and other stuff.</title><content type='html'>Today was the day the younger two got to meet their teachers. Meaning, I got to meet their teachers. They both seem really nice. I am hoping the kids get along well with them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met MY new teacher today too. She is just out of college and has never worked with Autism kids before. She seems really nice and sweet. She also seems like she is really trying to learn about Autism. I also found out that I would not be working with the woman that was abusive to the kids last year. Whew! I'm so thankful for that. I am now in a better mood about returning to school. YAY! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I quit as a Mod on the board I've been a part of for a long time (8 yrs). I feel it was the best thing to do. I wish that things could be different but, they're not. So, I am not going to be an active part of that board anymore. Cliques aren't my thing, too bad it's not handled over there. Oh well. Seems the trolls are coming out of hiding now that the big bad bitch is gone. LOL. Truly pathetic that some people need the approval from people they've never met. It's sad that people buy into the bull of some of those women. What's really sad is that people go there and lie about their "perfect" lives. Or what's worse, lie about their lives being harder than they are, I call that the Cinderella syndrome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough of that. Brings me down. I'm done. I've had some great supportive emails (and a phone call) from some of the women that I will keep in touch with. That has made me really happy. I knew when the chips were down, there were some that were really friends in spirit and not just in words.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30717882-1273149457001552584?l=afigmentofyourowncreation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afigmentofyourowncreation.blogspot.com/feeds/1273149457001552584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30717882&amp;postID=1273149457001552584' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30717882/posts/default/1273149457001552584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30717882/posts/default/1273149457001552584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afigmentofyourowncreation.blogspot.com/2008/08/school-is-starting-again-and-other.html' title='School is starting again, and other stuff.'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06242016871399709307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SzGWuAlmvgw/SAEfbqpwIaI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NWSWZymi0E0/S220/042.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30717882.post-3346690411938450091</id><published>2008-08-14T18:55:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T19:30:12.929-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sally V. Garcia</title><content type='html'>I haven't gotten over here to post about it. I went back to Cali on the 4th of July. The whole way I was worried sick that she would be gone before I got there. I made it. I was warned about what I would see. I was still not prepared. She was emmaciated, and dying before my eyes. She was in so much pain that to even brush her skin with my fingertips, hurt her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During that time, a constant prayer was running in my head. Just a constant, "Please let her live long enough for my Dad to get here and say goodbye." That was it. I did things for her that I have never done for another adult. Things that made me realize what a gift I had been given. To care for her the way she cared for me in my infant and childhood. To be able to be there to say goodbye. To let her know that I was there, that I loved her, that she could go peacefully. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I talked to her, made jokes, and cried. She waggled her eyebrows at me. She let me know that she was aware of me. She opened her eyes and looked at my Dad, then she let go. It was the most peaceful, beautiful, special moment. I was so thankful to be there for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what I posted on antoher site that sums it all up:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got into Sacramento at about 5 on Friday (the fourth) and went straight to my Aunt's house. Gramma looked so bad. I could tell she was almost gone. It's hard to describe what it's like to see someone you love so much wasted away like that. She was breathing erratically. She wasn't on any tubes or anything except oxygen. I went in, told her I loved her, that I was there. Cracked some jokes (as hard as that was) when I laughed, she waggled her eyebrows at me. She was on a lot of morphine and methadone for the pain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so strange, we only found out about the Cancer two weeks ago. Two weeks. I really believe once she heard that, she was done. She couldn't fight it and decided to quit. So, I spoke with her on the phone Sunday (she was still walking then) her voice was tired but she was still getting around. I spoke with her last Tuesday, she was very weak, couldn't speak well, super tired, no longer mobile. I got there Friday, she was completely out of it. She did open her eyes once to look at me, and was still waggling her eyebrows at my off color jokes. Saturday she had very labored breathing. I told her to please hold on, Dad was coming in at one. I called my MIL and she came with the Deacon to give Last Rites. Dad pulls up, comes in, she opens her eyes and sees him. Closes her eyes, takes one last breath and is gone. There was no gasping or fighting for air. I was so blessed to be there for that. It was so beautiful and peaceful. After all the pain she was in, God took her gently. We cried and prayed over her. She was at peace. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, I KNOW she waited for my Dad to get there before she let go. She chose her time. I am heart broken that my beautiful Gramma is gone. I mourn the time I missed with her. I mourn that I didn't get to see her more in the last two years. I mourn that my children didn't get a chance to know this amazing woman. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am blessed that I got to help her in her time of need. One aunt and her husband had been caring for Gramma. An uncle had helped out a lot. I was there to help turn and change her. I was there to do for her what she had done for me when I was a baby and child. I am so thankful that I got that time with her. I am on a journey to continue her kindnesses. She would feed people that came to the door, she would always offer a place of comfort and rest. She had 9 living children, and 42 grand and great grandchildren combined. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She told someone that when she died she was coming back a blonde. LOL She is my Gramma.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30717882-3346690411938450091?l=afigmentofyourowncreation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afigmentofyourowncreation.blogspot.com/feeds/3346690411938450091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30717882&amp;postID=3346690411938450091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30717882/posts/default/3346690411938450091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30717882/posts/default/3346690411938450091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afigmentofyourowncreation.blogspot.com/2008/08/sally-v-garcia.html' title='Sally V. Garcia'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06242016871399709307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SzGWuAlmvgw/SAEfbqpwIaI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NWSWZymi0E0/S220/042.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30717882.post-7055581868175403600</id><published>2008-07-03T12:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T12:02:18.568-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Gramma Chole`</title><content type='html'>I'm sad. I hate being so far away. I hope she makes it till I can get there to visit. It's been two years since I've seen Gramma. I talked to her yesterday and she doesn't sound good at all. Three to six months is too short a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think she is ready to go though. I don't think she wants to deal with the pain. She wants to see her friends again. She is one of the last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart breaks for my Dad. My heart breaks for the Gramma I remember. Pray for her. Please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called to give her comfort and instead she gave blessings to my family. We are blessed to have known this wonderful, loving, caring, sweet woman. My memories give me comfort. So, so many memories to keep me warm in her love. So many precious memories. It's all we have left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jamie, remember sleeping with Gramma in her bed, we'd give back rubs to the person in front, then she'd tell us all to roll over and we'd get backrubs too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember her chasing us around the yard with the metal flyswatter? Remember the kool aide that was so sweet it would make our teeth hurt? I remember learning to ride my bike in the parking lot across the street from her house, with her sitting yelling encouragement from the yard. I remember her always giving the best hugs. Telling us "tatterpillers" that she loved us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gramma is a butterfly, flying away from us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30717882-7055581868175403600?l=afigmentofyourowncreation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afigmentofyourowncreation.blogspot.com/feeds/7055581868175403600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30717882&amp;postID=7055581868175403600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30717882/posts/default/7055581868175403600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30717882/posts/default/7055581868175403600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afigmentofyourowncreation.blogspot.com/2008/07/gramma-chole.html' title='Gramma Chole`'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06242016871399709307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SzGWuAlmvgw/SAEfbqpwIaI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NWSWZymi0E0/S220/042.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30717882.post-959892989296116644</id><published>2008-05-28T21:56:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T22:02:30.207-04:00</updated><title type='text'>School's out for summa!</title><content type='html'>Well, today was the last day of school. It was a tad pleasant with a bit of unpleasant. I am happy that I will no longer have to see a few of the parents that we had this year. I'm sad to see the back of the kids. :( I'll get to see a few of them in summer school (if I get to work). I haven't found out yet if I'm working summer school, that starts in three weeks! Geez. Budget cuts are deep this year. Sigh. Hopefully since I work through a grant, I will not be cut. Fingers crossed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad should be driving down here at the end of next month or so. When Elizabeth gets her license, Dad will drive down the car he is giving her. I'm kinda afraid. I have a kid that can drive! Gulp! I have two kids in high school! Gulp, gulp! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alyssia is going into fourth grade, she got a good report card overall. YAY! Juanito did really well, lots of E's and S's. His handwriting was an N though. He is just like his Papa. Why do you think that handwriting is graded? It's something that is individual to each person, right? Doctors make hecka money and their writing can get people KILLED! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We won't find out about the older two kids grades for a week or so, they get mailed. So, their doom is coming. Dun, dun, dun. Nah, they are both doing well, at least they were as of progress reports. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that's all on the eastern front. Wass up? Comment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30717882-959892989296116644?l=afigmentofyourowncreation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afigmentofyourowncreation.blogspot.com/feeds/959892989296116644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30717882&amp;postID=959892989296116644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30717882/posts/default/959892989296116644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30717882/posts/default/959892989296116644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afigmentofyourowncreation.blogspot.com/2008/05/schools-out-for-summa.html' title='School&apos;s out for summa!'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06242016871399709307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SzGWuAlmvgw/SAEfbqpwIaI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NWSWZymi0E0/S220/042.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30717882.post-2117908263267763669</id><published>2008-05-11T14:43:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T14:48:10.788-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Mother's Day!</title><content type='html'>It's that day again. You know, the one that says Mom's get to be spoiled rotten by either doing nothing or planning everything. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went out to dinner on Friday night, just Jose and I for sushi. Last night we went out as a family to hibachi. The kids LOOOOOOOVE Mother's day. LOL. We had a great time out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today after church Jose brought out the kids and presents. Elizabeth wrote me a letter and it made me cry. It was so sweet. Telling me how happy she is that I'm her Mama. Sniff. Alyssia made me a tiny candle holder with a tea candle in it. Too cute. Juanito decorated a flower pot with a flower in it. I hope I can keep that sucker alive, I seriously have a black thumb. Alejandro said he wrote me a poem but didn't have time to finish it. I don't think he loves me much. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told the kids the only thing I wanted for Mother's day was to have the van cleaned inside and out. They spent a good bit of time out there cleaning the inside. We are supposed to get some severe storms later today so they will wash it after school this week. I really would rather have their time than money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A casual day is the perfect gift.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30717882-2117908263267763669?l=afigmentofyourowncreation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afigmentofyourowncreation.blogspot.com/feeds/2117908263267763669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30717882&amp;postID=2117908263267763669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30717882/posts/default/2117908263267763669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30717882/posts/default/2117908263267763669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afigmentofyourowncreation.blogspot.com/2008/05/happy-mothers-day.html' title='Happy Mother&apos;s Day!'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06242016871399709307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SzGWuAlmvgw/SAEfbqpwIaI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NWSWZymi0E0/S220/042.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30717882.post-3802225023594430782</id><published>2008-05-06T23:04:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T23:04:36.426-04:00</updated><title type='text'>May 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-right: 2px solid #999999; border-bottom: 2px solid #999999; width: 830px;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-right: 2px solid #666666; border-bottom: 2px solid #666666; margin-right: 1px;"&gt;&lt;div style="border: 1px solid #333333; margin-right: 1px; text-align: center; padding: 5px 10px 10px 10px; background-color: #FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 2px; text-align: left; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Photobucket Album&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v11/famruiz/may08/"&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v11/famruiz/may08/?action=view&amp;current=P5040039.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v11/famruiz/may08/P5040039.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&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/30717882-3802225023594430782?l=afigmentofyourowncreation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afigmentofyourowncreation.blogspot.com/feeds/3802225023594430782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30717882&amp;postID=3802225023594430782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30717882/posts/default/3802225023594430782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30717882/posts/default/3802225023594430782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afigmentofyourowncreation.blogspot.com/2008/05/may-2008.html' title='May 2008'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06242016871399709307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SzGWuAlmvgw/SAEfbqpwIaI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NWSWZymi0E0/S220/042.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30717882.post-7038261367894992967</id><published>2008-05-06T21:34:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T21:37:28.629-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Well she did it.</title><content type='html'>When Elizabeth was 12 she started talking about getting her eyebrow pierced. I said that if she still wanted it when she turned 16, I would take her. We just got home from having her eyebrow pierced. She wanted to have it done on her birthday, but since we were so busy on Sunday, it just wasn't possible. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She had it done and it isn't as terrible as I thought it would be. It isn't what I would want for her. I don't want her to be scarred for life, but it's up to her, it &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;her&lt;/strong&gt; face after all. Sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30717882-7038261367894992967?l=afigmentofyourowncreation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afigmentofyourowncreation.blogspot.com/feeds/7038261367894992967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30717882&amp;postID=7038261367894992967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30717882/posts/default/7038261367894992967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30717882/posts/default/7038261367894992967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afigmentofyourowncreation.blogspot.com/2008/05/well-she-did-it.html' title='Well she did it.'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06242016871399709307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SzGWuAlmvgw/SAEfbqpwIaI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NWSWZymi0E0/S220/042.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30717882.post-5298062791963848114</id><published>2008-05-06T17:15:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T20:00:26.376-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy weekend</title><content type='html'>It all started Friday. I went to school for half the day, left early to drive to Pensacola (far). It's only about 120 miles but it takes three hours because Floridians are idiots that don't know the meaning of highways. Thunder Beach was going on as well, so it took even longer than usual because it was biker heaven. Thunder Beach is when all kinds of bikers come to Panama City Beach to hang out and party. Not so fun for people that live around here, excellent for store owners. I went to Pensacola to pick up my sister. YAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't seen my sister in over two years. It was great to see her, it truly was. It was a short but sweet visit. She got to be here for Alyssia's First Communion and Elizabeth's 16th Birthday. I HAVE A 16 YR OLD!?!?!?!? So she was here for a few great days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday morning I had to get up early and go pick up onions. Our band sold onions as a fundraiser, they are phenom onions, truly. But getting up at 5 am for onions is not my idea of a great morning. Sigh. It's especially gruesome when you have to wait for rude people to show up because they don't know the meaning of being on time. grumble. After we got home (yes, I made Elizabeth go with, it's her dang band!) We took naps. Saturday was pretty lazy, except for me doing laundry all day. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was busy, it was Elizabeth's 16th (party to follow in a few weeks) and Alyssia had her First Communion. The face she made after tasting the wine was truly priceless!! Bleh. LOL. A good friend (I just met a few months ago but we click, ya know??) came to celebrate with us too. I think she just came for the cake though. ;) Then we went to eat lunch at the Gyro Cafe, yummo! We got home and lazed around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday I put the younger two on the bus along with lots of grumbles. My sister was sleeping but heard Juanito complain about having to ride the bus. She laughed when I said, "Yes, your life is so terrible because you have to ride the bus for the second time this school year" ah, the horrors of youth. So I took her back to Pensacola to catch her flight home. $150 in gas this weekend. YIKES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, things have calmed a bit. Tonight we took Elizabeth to an award ceremony. She is one of 34 10th graders who made 4.0 in the first three quarters of the school year. Pretty amazing since there are over 500 students in the 10th grade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's my update. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30717882-5298062791963848114?l=afigmentofyourowncreation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afigmentofyourowncreation.blogspot.com/feeds/5298062791963848114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30717882&amp;postID=5298062791963848114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30717882/posts/default/5298062791963848114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30717882/posts/default/5298062791963848114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afigmentofyourowncreation.blogspot.com/2008/05/busy-weekend.html' title='Busy weekend'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06242016871399709307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SzGWuAlmvgw/SAEfbqpwIaI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NWSWZymi0E0/S220/042.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30717882.post-2303128009457954147</id><published>2008-04-17T17:11:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T17:20:32.779-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm sorry</title><content type='html'>To whomever checks here (ha ha) for not posting, uhm, at all. :) If you do read this though, you know me a bit and know that I'm not good at keeping up with this place. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I've last posted, I got a new job. I work in a Pre-K Autism classroom. It's really an eye opening experience. We have six boys in our class, they all have different levels of Autism. It's really been hard to adjust. I mean, I have a brother who is severely mentally handicapped, this is so much different than that. My brother has never had aggression issues, nor any of the people in his group homes. It's strange being in a class and always having to be on guard. I've really loved working with these kids though. They've gotten under my skin and into my heart. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home life is good. Juanito is playing baseball and loving it. He shows a real talent for sports. We've already signed up for Football for him, that will start this summer. Jose is going to coach. We'll see how that goes. He is a bit nervous. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids are doing really well in school. Alejandro was accepted into the IB program and we had his ceremony on Tuesday night. He is so excited. I'm sure he will do well once he adjusts to the amount of work that will be expected from him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jose is really hating his job, working with the people he has to be around every day has become quite stressful. He handles it well though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to start taking classes again this summer, in addition to working summer school with my Autism kids. I need a few classes for my Bachelors. Everyone at school is pushing for me to finish school so I can teach. I'm not sure that I want to do that yet. I know that I want to teach, but I like being able to walk away as soon as the bell rings. The kids are still my main focus and until I think they can handle me not being around all the time, I will look into teaching. I don't have the time to dedicate to writing IEP's and behavior plans right now. Maybe in a few years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to try and start getting over here to post more often. It helps me remember what is going on in my life. My memory is failing me (another reason I need to finish my degree). :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30717882-2303128009457954147?l=afigmentofyourowncreation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afigmentofyourowncreation.blogspot.com/feeds/2303128009457954147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30717882&amp;postID=2303128009457954147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30717882/posts/default/2303128009457954147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30717882/posts/default/2303128009457954147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afigmentofyourowncreation.blogspot.com/2008/04/im-sorry.html' title='I&apos;m sorry'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06242016871399709307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SzGWuAlmvgw/SAEfbqpwIaI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NWSWZymi0E0/S220/042.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30717882.post-4937688525504602969</id><published>2008-04-12T16:33:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T16:33:58.724-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Disney World April 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-right: 2px solid #999999; border-bottom: 2px solid #999999; width: 830px;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-right: 2px solid #666666; border-bottom: 2px solid #666666; margin-right: 1px;"&gt;&lt;div style="border: 1px solid #333333; margin-right: 1px; text-align: center; padding: 5px 10px 10px 10px; background-color: #FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 2px; text-align: left; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Photobucket Album&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v11/famruiz/disneyworld/"&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v11/famruiz/disneyworld/?action=view&amp;current=DSC03214.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v11/famruiz/disneyworld/DSC03214.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&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/30717882-4937688525504602969?l=afigmentofyourowncreation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afigmentofyourowncreation.blogspot.com/feeds/4937688525504602969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30717882&amp;postID=4937688525504602969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30717882/posts/default/4937688525504602969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30717882/posts/default/4937688525504602969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afigmentofyourowncreation.blogspot.com/2008/04/disney-world-april-2008.html' title='Disney World April 2008'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06242016871399709307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SzGWuAlmvgw/SAEfbqpwIaI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NWSWZymi0E0/S220/042.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30717882.post-1079653789390684455</id><published>2007-06-18T20:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T20:57:51.006-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Been awhile</title><content type='html'>I've been busy but not. You ever have times like that? I feel that time is going crazy fast but nothing is getting done. LOL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father's Day........I miss my Dad a lot. I talked to him a few times on the phone yesterday. I talk to him about four or five times a week, sometimes more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got Jose a digital picture frame, a book (Dangerous stuff or something like that), a keyboard for WoW (sigh), a bluetooth (well, we both got them, tee hee), and lunch out at Chili's yesterday. I even graciously followed him around the sporting goods store with all four kids in tow. Not my idea of fun but hey. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm anxiously awaiting the end of the month so that we can visit my Dad. He has tons of stuff planned for while we are there. I'm just looking forward to seeing him. YAY! The kids are excited too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week Jose is off to school (again) for a week. Right after he gets back we are off to Oklahoma. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My job is going well. I'm bored spitless, but it's a change from being surrounded by kids all day. LOL. It's strange though, I really, really miss the kids and I'm looking forward to school starting again. I so need a vacation though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's my update for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30717882-1079653789390684455?l=afigmentofyourowncreation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afigmentofyourowncreation.blogspot.com/feeds/1079653789390684455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30717882&amp;postID=1079653789390684455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30717882/posts/default/1079653789390684455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30717882/posts/default/1079653789390684455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afigmentofyourowncreation.blogspot.com/2007/06/been-awhile.html' title='Been awhile'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06242016871399709307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SzGWuAlmvgw/SAEfbqpwIaI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NWSWZymi0E0/S220/042.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30717882.post-6055714247942925539</id><published>2007-06-09T22:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-09T22:39:48.525-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Do I look younger to you?</title><content type='html'>Today we visited the Ponce de Leon Cold Spring in Ponce de Leon Florida. It is about an hour and a few away from our house. We had a great time, except for the FREEZING ass water. The water temp there year round is 68 degrees. Do you know how cold that is? OMGosh! Seriously, it's cold. Your body kind of goes numb with that pins and needles feeling when you get it. You cannot, CANNOT go into the water a bit at a time. You have to dive right in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids caught a crawdad, it was a baby one. I wish I'd have had the camera with me, but I didn't. Alyssia wanted it to pinch her, she Alejandro held it out.....it grabbed onto her finger and she screamed so loud, I swear I about wet myself. She wasn't hurt, it just pinched a bit. She flung that sucker through the air. It was hilarious! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took two coolers with us and had a picnic lunch at the park. It was beautiful there. I swear it's a hillbilly holiday though. We saw more people that needed dental work than I've seen in one place in a LONG time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next time we'll have to take Sammie (our dog) we didn't know that dogs are welcome there. :( Next time she's coming with us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out the slide show for pics of our day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30717882-6055714247942925539?l=afigmentofyourowncreation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afigmentofyourowncreation.blogspot.com/feeds/6055714247942925539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30717882&amp;postID=6055714247942925539' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30717882/posts/default/6055714247942925539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30717882/posts/default/6055714247942925539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afigmentofyourowncreation.blogspot.com/2007/06/do-i-look-younger-to-you.html' title='Do I look younger to you?'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06242016871399709307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SzGWuAlmvgw/SAEfbqpwIaI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NWSWZymi0E0/S220/042.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30717882.post-362547787307666318</id><published>2007-06-09T22:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-09T22:33:01.287-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ponce de Leon Cold Springs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-right: 2px solid #999999; border-bottom: 2px solid #999999; width: 830px;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-right: 2px solid #666666; border-bottom: 2px solid #666666; margin-right: 1px;"&gt;&lt;div style="border: 1px solid #333333; margin-right: 1px; text-align: center; padding: 5px 10px 10px 10px; background-color: #FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 2px; text-align: left; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Photobucket Album&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v11/famruiz/cold%20springs/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v11/famruiz/cold%20springs/soccerandcoldspring047.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&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/30717882-362547787307666318?l=afigmentofyourowncreation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afigmentofyourowncreation.blogspot.com/feeds/362547787307666318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30717882&amp;postID=362547787307666318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30717882/posts/default/362547787307666318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30717882/posts/default/362547787307666318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afigmentofyourowncreation.blogspot.com/2007/06/ponce-de-leon-cold-springs.html' title='Ponce de Leon Cold Springs'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06242016871399709307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SzGWuAlmvgw/SAEfbqpwIaI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NWSWZymi0E0/S220/042.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30717882.post-2057175757516855933</id><published>2007-05-22T22:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T22:42:57.936-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a number cruncher!</title><content type='html'>My new job consists of crunching numbers! I hate numbers. Bleh. This is great job experience though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a call today from the school where I work. They want me to work summer school. I had to tell them no. :( It would have been more money, closer to home, less days a week, but.........I already obligated myself to this job, so I feel I should follow through. Sigh. It was a tough call. I'm really enjoying not spending all day with kids though, it makes me appreciate my kids more. I actually want to spend time with my kids now. Tomorrow we are going to the beach. YAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've decided to go back to the school in the fall though. I love being on the same schedule. I think I've talked about this already though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are going to Oklahoma to see my Dad in July. We leave here the end of June and will be gone for two weeks. I'm so excited!! It will have been just about a year since I've seen my Dad. I'll also get to see Sally. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are all ready for a break from the daily grind. I didn't even get a day off between jobs. I just started Monday and school ended Friday. Whew, I'll be glad for a break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad has all kinds of fun stuff lined up for the time we'll be there. A ball game on the 4th of July, a trip to the go carts (which we all LOVE), the zoo, and lots of other stuff. We don't need to be entertained, we want to spend time with him! He totally digs on doing this stuff though. I think we'll even take the kids to the Oklahoma City Memorial again. They don't remember going since it was right after we moved there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to bed, work in the am. Dang sometimes being a grown up is a drag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, wish us luck, results for Master come out in two weeks. Cross those fingers for us, please!! We really, really need this. If Jose makes Master, we get to move right into base housing. YAY. So, please, say those prayers for us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30717882-2057175757516855933?l=afigmentofyourowncreation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afigmentofyourowncreation.blogspot.com/feeds/2057175757516855933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30717882&amp;postID=2057175757516855933' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30717882/posts/default/2057175757516855933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30717882/posts/default/2057175757516855933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afigmentofyourowncreation.blogspot.com/2007/05/im-number-cruncher.html' title='I&apos;m a number cruncher!'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06242016871399709307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SzGWuAlmvgw/SAEfbqpwIaI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NWSWZymi0E0/S220/042.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30717882.post-8333760602685591730</id><published>2007-05-13T16:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-13T16:59:39.336-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Mother's Day</title><content type='html'>We celebrated yesterday because Jose is off to Little Rock for six days. A military thing, shh, don't ask. If I told you why he's there, I'd have to kill you and I don't have enough air miles. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was really thrilled with my Mother's Day. We had a great day. I got a few things I really wanted, a few things I didn't know I wanted till I had, and a great meal at the Hibachi. Mmm. The kids love days we celebrate me. LOL. They get to eat out on those days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to get up and take Jose to the airport (if you can call it that) and he said to me, "What a great Mother's Day, you get to drive me to the airport." It made me sad because my Mother's Day was yesterday and he felt that he had somehow done something wrong by leaving today. I love that man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't called my Mother yet. I dread it. When I talk to her I feel that I have to entertain her. Keep her laughing so I don't have to hear how "sad and lonely" she is. Self inflicted lonliness should not count. PERIOD. I don't want to hear that her life is shit. I'm sorry, it's hard enough to keep myself floating above depression without hearing about hers and being backhandedly blamed for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY world. Ha ha. My life is a comedy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30717882-8333760602685591730?l=afigmentofyourowncreation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afigmentofyourowncreation.blogspot.com/feeds/8333760602685591730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30717882&amp;postID=8333760602685591730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30717882/posts/default/8333760602685591730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30717882/posts/default/8333760602685591730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afigmentofyourowncreation.blogspot.com/2007/05/happy-mothers-day.html' title='Happy Mother&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06242016871399709307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SzGWuAlmvgw/SAEfbqpwIaI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NWSWZymi0E0/S220/042.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30717882.post-4627968335193067103</id><published>2007-05-06T14:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T14:29:22.323-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Random musings</title><content type='html'>1. Why do the Mario characters on Super Smash Brothers look like The Village People in training?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Why are Doritos's so dang addicting?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Why do I have to crave chocolate when my period is coming? Why can't I crave exercise or water? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Why does it feel like a school year lasts an eternity?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Why can't some people give up control of a NON-Profit organization? Especially after lamenting to any and all people that they're tired of it? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Why can't some people grow up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Why isn't it legal to retire (shoot) people whose gene pools are too shallow to procreate?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Why can you not give up your monthlies once you are done having kids? I'd like to donate mine to a woman who can't have them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Isn't it funny that it is ILLEGAL to talk on your cellphone while driving, yet I see police doing it all the time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Why is racial profiling and legislated racism okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Why do people say the United States is the greatest country in the world, then COMPLAIN about some of the freedoms we DO have?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30717882-4627968335193067103?l=afigmentofyourowncreation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afigmentofyourowncreation.blogspot.com/feeds/4627968335193067103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30717882&amp;postID=4627968335193067103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30717882/posts/default/4627968335193067103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30717882/posts/default/4627968335193067103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afigmentofyourowncreation.blogspot.com/2007/05/random-musings.html' title='Random musings'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06242016871399709307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SzGWuAlmvgw/SAEfbqpwIaI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NWSWZymi0E0/S220/042.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30717882.post-3165643861315549477</id><published>2007-05-02T17:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T17:28:38.475-04:00</updated><title type='text'>And another thing &gt;:(</title><content type='html'>I get really pissed at people on a certain site that think the entire universe revolves around them. Never there for anyone else, never reply to people, yet come to this place and expect people to fawn all over them. WTH?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that life is feeling more and more like a year in Elementary school? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone has issues, hell, I'm toting a bag full of them myself. 99% of my life is kept inside this house we pay an ungodly amount of money to live in till we get base housing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just don't get the whole: I'm going to spill my guts to the universe about every bowel movement, issue/non issue in my life. Are people that bored? Are they that insecure? Are they that needy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being something of a loner, I don't get it. I rarely open myself to true friendship, when I do, it's for life. I'm like one of those animals that mate for life I guess. Once I've taken you into my confidence, you're in. A few exceptions to that rule would be people that change after you get to know them. The honeymoon ends and they are psycho bitches or something. There is only room for one psycho bitch in my friendships and I've CORNERED that market, thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back on tangent. I start to distance myself from certain places online because I want to say something extremely mean and hurtful in the hopes that some will go away forever. So....let me wave my magic wand and beat the shit out of people with it. Will that work for you? No? Well, at least it makes ME feel better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30717882-3165643861315549477?l=afigmentofyourowncreation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afigmentofyourowncreation.blogspot.com/feeds/3165643861315549477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30717882&amp;postID=3165643861315549477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30717882/posts/default/3165643861315549477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30717882/posts/default/3165643861315549477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afigmentofyourowncreation.blogspot.com/2007/05/and-another-thing.html' title='And another thing &gt;:('/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06242016871399709307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SzGWuAlmvgw/SAEfbqpwIaI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NWSWZymi0E0/S220/042.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30717882.post-6430625828986138304</id><published>2007-05-02T15:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T15:38:16.107-04:00</updated><title type='text'>11.5 days left, repeat, 11.5 days left</title><content type='html'>We have that many days left of school. YAY! I'm one of those weird parents that likes when the kids are home from school. I love the fact that I won't have to get up and rush around yelling at the kids to get out the door. I love that we'll get to visit my Dad, who I miss so much I hurt. I love the fact that we are now in a place where we can drive down the road a few miles and sit on a white sand beach all day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like the fact that I will not have an income during the summer. Yikes! That really scares me. I'm trying to find something that will get me through the summer, I just haven't yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are crazy busy around here. Between soccer for two kids, Band Boosters (which I am President of), end of year activities at three schools and work, I am flat out exhausted. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I am home one night a week. I want to sit here and not have the phone ring. Is that too much to ask?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My IL's want the kids to fly out to Cali ON THEIR OWN. Yeah, not happening. I am not putting my four kids on an airplane with layovers (two) to send them across the country. Just not gonna happen. I'm the big baddie because I won't let my kids fly without an adult present. Elizabeth is too young to have to be responsible for her three siblings like that. Jose has lost his mind and seems to think it's ok. Well, it's not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course I'd like for the kids to be able to visit family, of course I'd like to have time where Jose and I could be alone for a month. Of course I would LOVE to get the kids out there. Just not like this. It would also make it easier for me not to work if they are not here eating us out of the house. I just can't feel good about this in my heart, so the answer is a resounding NO. Am I a bad person? I don't think so. I'd like to think not anyway. I know that I am not a terrific person, but in this I will not waiver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, all I can think about right now is the 11.5 days of work I have left.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30717882-6430625828986138304?l=afigmentofyourowncreation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afigmentofyourowncreation.blogspot.com/feeds/6430625828986138304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30717882&amp;postID=6430625828986138304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30717882/posts/default/6430625828986138304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30717882/posts/default/6430625828986138304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afigmentofyourowncreation.blogspot.com/2007/05/115-days-left-repeat-115-days-left.html' title='11.5 days left, repeat, 11.5 days left'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06242016871399709307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SzGWuAlmvgw/SAEfbqpwIaI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NWSWZymi0E0/S220/042.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30717882.post-7429536930972040493</id><published>2007-04-24T15:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T17:12:33.416-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you ever feel like the words "I love you"</title><content type='html'>don't convey your true feelings? I think that "I love you" is so overused. You know, "I love that" or "love you" just don't show the true depth of your feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's strange but when I think of Jose I get this feeling in my chest, almost a pressure or tightness. No, I'm not having a stroke or heart attack. I find it difficult to explain. I even tell him that what I feel is so much BIGGER than words. I'd still like to find some. Does anyone else feel this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can we have come this far? We started dating when I had just turned 16, seeing each other but not going "steady" since I was 15. Over half of my life has been spent with Jose. I'm truly addicted to him. I just can't get enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so lucky to have found "THE ONE" when I was too young and stupid to realize it. We have each grown and changed, we've had some really difficult times, and yet we always find our way back to each other. Our commitment to each other is bigger than anything else. Our dedication is truly amazing. How can we have gotten this lucky?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get scared sometimes, thinking about what we have. Our lives are blessed. I really do believe that. We may never be able to do everything or have everything that we want, hell, sometimes we don't have the things we need. We find a way to work through every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every new day has piled on the last and it has gotten us to where we are now. To be honest, there were times that we've each wanted to quit. We didn't and don't have that fairy tale life. It's not even a reality to expect or want that fairy tale. Not really. But, what we have I would never change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An ode to my love. Love is bigger than who we are. Love is what we live, every single day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30717882-7429536930972040493?l=afigmentofyourowncreation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afigmentofyourowncreation.blogspot.com/feeds/7429536930972040493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30717882&amp;postID=7429536930972040493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30717882/posts/default/7429536930972040493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30717882/posts/default/7429536930972040493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afigmentofyourowncreation.blogspot.com/2007/04/do-you-ever-feel-like-words-i-love-you.html' title='Do you ever feel like the words &quot;I love you&quot;'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06242016871399709307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SzGWuAlmvgw/SAEfbqpwIaI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NWSWZymi0E0/S220/042.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30717882.post-8709322260441403039</id><published>2007-03-09T21:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-09T21:24:00.638-05:00</updated><title type='text'>So much to do, so little time</title><content type='html'>Jose is away at school in Texas. :( I miss him. I'm tired of being apart so often. Yeah, it's been a year since he got back from the sandbox that isn't fun, but it still seems like we can't have a continuous family life for more than a year. I'm glad it's only three weeks and that he is still stateside, but I miss him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He did go visit my Dad and get to hang out with him. That's cool but I'm jealous. I wanna see my Dad!! ((Stamping foot)) They went to an ice hockey game and hung out doing guy things. Fun!! Oh, and ate at all our favorite places in OKC. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids are doing well, the little two are playing soccer so our weeknights have gotten busy. Our Saturdays are spent at the soccer field instead of the bed, but hey, it's fun!! I love seeing my kids out there running and having fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much death has been around us lately too. A woman I work with died a few weeks ago, it was really sad. Then late Wednesday night, a woman I work with lost her neice in a tragic car accident. The car accident was a three car accident, two cars exploded on impact and three people died. My co-workers neice was 20. So much potential, so very sad. Then my Dad said that a family friend lost her Mother, the funeral was today. My Gramma Chole was friends with the woman. My Gramma is having a harder and harder time, she is losing her friends left and right, there aren't many of them left. Gramma has a pacemaker and is forgetful. I worry about her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry to get off track there. It's just easier for me to spill it all out on the page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned that we must cherish every single moment we are given, we never know when we will lose ourselves or our loved ones. Life is so precious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully the next update will be sooner and a lot more cheerful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30717882-8709322260441403039?l=afigmentofyourowncreation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afigmentofyourowncreation.blogspot.com/feeds/8709322260441403039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30717882&amp;postID=8709322260441403039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30717882/posts/default/8709322260441403039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30717882/posts/default/8709322260441403039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afigmentofyourowncreation.blogspot.com/2007/03/so-much-to-do-so-little-time.html' title='So much to do, so little time'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06242016871399709307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SzGWuAlmvgw/SAEfbqpwIaI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NWSWZymi0E0/S220/042.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30717882.post-5093497030422029437</id><published>2007-02-17T13:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T13:28:24.685-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 8th Birthday Baby Girl!!</title><content type='html'>It's Alyssia's birthday. Wanna know how we are celebrating? By treating her for LICE. Yep, there is a serious breakout at the Elementary school and I saw her scratch her head. I decided to check her, yup, there they are. I only found two live lice and a few eggs. So she hasn't been infected for long. TG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor baby gets to spend her 8th birthday being treated for lice. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She had a great party, we all lived through the sleepover. I'm tired, the kids are tired, but we lived. YAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alyssia got a great scooter for her birthday and money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, there it is. Oh, I didn't have lice. YAY. Every time E got lice at school, I ended up with it too. Not this time. Knock wood. I'll be wearing my hair up for a while at school.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30717882-5093497030422029437?l=afigmentofyourowncreation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afigmentofyourowncreation.blogspot.com/feeds/5093497030422029437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30717882&amp;postID=5093497030422029437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30717882/posts/default/5093497030422029437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30717882/posts/default/5093497030422029437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afigmentofyourowncreation.blogspot.com/2007/02/happy-8th-birthday-baby-girl.html' title='Happy 8th Birthday Baby Girl!!'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06242016871399709307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SzGWuAlmvgw/SAEfbqpwIaI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NWSWZymi0E0/S220/042.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30717882.post-6555719056423512809</id><published>2007-02-16T20:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-16T20:30:26.658-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm either up for Mom of The Year or Insanely Stupid</title><content type='html'>So, Alyssia's birthday is tomorrow, she is having a sleepover tonight. There are two little girls here, along with my four kids. These two girls that are sleeping over are insanely &lt;strong&gt;LOUD&lt;/strong&gt;. These are the girls that at school, will NOT look at you because they are sooooooooo shy. Yeah right. It's all an act. They are running through the house and kitchen (which is a BIG no no in my house) screaming, laughing, and jumping on my furniture. Uh yeah, Alyssia may not live to see birthday number 8 tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have sent them to her room a number of times to hear the shouting through the closed door. My daughter is no angel, in fact she has horns under that luscious brown hair. However, she knows how to behave. Not today. I think she took a dump and her brain fell out her bottom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll try and post an update if I live through the madness, or, if I'm not in jail after mass murder. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30717882-6555719056423512809?l=afigmentofyourowncreation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afigmentofyourowncreation.blogspot.com/feeds/6555719056423512809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30717882&amp;postID=6555719056423512809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30717882/posts/default/6555719056423512809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30717882/posts/default/6555719056423512809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afigmentofyourowncreation.blogspot.com/2007/02/im-either-up-for-mom-of-year-or.html' title='I&apos;m either up for Mom of The Year or Insanely Stupid'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06242016871399709307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SzGWuAlmvgw/SAEfbqpwIaI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NWSWZymi0E0/S220/042.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30717882.post-2482857130484919656</id><published>2007-01-31T21:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T21:50:58.851-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally updating</title><content type='html'>In a sense, I've had a lot going on, but not much that is "blog worthy", lol. I've been working, but I'm getting tired of feeling like I'm not really doing the kids much good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My schedule has changed AGAIN. I now spend 15 minutes with each group, ranging from 4-8 kids, I read with them to get their fluency and comprehension up since that is what is being pushed around here, fluency. But, fluency equals fast reading to the people around here. To me fluency means reading well, not quickly. Another battle for another day. I see these kids daily and it is getting tiring. I am running and running and actually spend more time with kids than the teachers. The teachers have their planning time (45 minutes) while the kids are at "special centers" aka P.E. or Art, then the kids are at lunch for 40 minutes. We are in school from 8 am to 2 pm. So, the teacher is with the kids for about four to four and a half hours. Depends on what else is going on. I just think if the teachers/staff are serious about getting our "grade" up, we need to spend more time working on the fundamentals and less time (3 times a week in art, 2 times a week in PE).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that's my rant for that. I'm sad our school is going from a C to a D. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids are doing well, now that Jandro has pulled his grades up. The little two have been signed up for soccer, that starts in a few weeks. Alyssia's birthday is coming up. Jose's birthday is next week. I'm trying to talk Jose into a Disney World trip for Spring Break. We'll see how that pans out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are finally getting out this weekend to explore some of our surroundings. By surroundings I mean the outlet shops in Destin. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather has been cold here, I think we brought it with us from Oklahoma. Sigh. Where is the sunshine??? Isn't this supposed to be the "Sunshine State"?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30717882-2482857130484919656?l=afigmentofyourowncreation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afigmentofyourowncreation.blogspot.com/feeds/2482857130484919656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30717882&amp;postID=2482857130484919656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30717882/posts/default/2482857130484919656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30717882/posts/default/2482857130484919656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afigmentofyourowncreation.blogspot.com/2007/01/finally-updating.html' title='Finally updating'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06242016871399709307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SzGWuAlmvgw/SAEfbqpwIaI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NWSWZymi0E0/S220/042.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30717882.post-2571555725816450659</id><published>2007-01-11T21:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T21:32:38.198-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll update soon. Just not in the mood right now.</title><content type='html'>Update will be coming this weekend. All about report cards, my twisted ankle, Sally NOT visiting because of a freak ice storm expected this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just not right now. Not like anyone reads this. LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30717882-2571555725816450659?l=afigmentofyourowncreation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afigmentofyourowncreation.blogspot.com/feeds/2571555725816450659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30717882&amp;postID=2571555725816450659' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30717882/posts/default/2571555725816450659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30717882/posts/default/2571555725816450659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afigmentofyourowncreation.blogspot.com/2007/01/ill-update-soon-just-not-in-mood-right.html' title='I&apos;ll update soon. Just not in the mood right now.'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06242016871399709307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SzGWuAlmvgw/SAEfbqpwIaI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NWSWZymi0E0/S220/042.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30717882.post-1432441203040703308</id><published>2007-01-03T10:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T11:07:34.021-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 2007, and other ramblings</title><content type='html'>Well, first off, Happy New Year, blah, blah, blah. I'm really excited about this upcoming year. NOT. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I shouldn't blog first thing in the morning. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Years Eve was uneventful. Jose and I went out to eat at a bar and grille, it was so-so. We watched the 9'ers blow the Bronco's out of playoff contention (SWEET), came home and vegged out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are in a new place, we are so OVER going to a club to bring in New Years. We did in past years in Altus, but, we lived 3 miles from base, had friends to go out with, and a sure ride home. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't DO resolutions, so we won't go there. K?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to go back to work tomorrow. I'm not looking forward to it. I feel like a kid again, I guess that comes with working at an Elementary school. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am looking forward to the kids going to school, too bad for me that means I'm back at the grind too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sally is coming to visit me soon! YAY!! ((She is my best friend and has been for a VERY long time) So, I'm excited about that. I wish I had some money though. LOL. She'll be here for a long weekend. I'm so excited to see her. Last time I saw her she was getting into her car in Oklahoma City and we were both bawling like babies. Well, I was bawling like a baby. I think she was too but I didn't see her face though my tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sally and I met in England. She was married to an AF guy, I was married to Jose. We lived in Beck Row where we had bought our house and they were renting around the corner. Alejandro was three and had just started in British school. Her son Nathan had also started there. Our boys have been friends since three years old. Sally and I became friends then too. She divorced and moved to Snyder, OK. We stayed in England. We transfered to Altus AFB in OK, just twenty miles from Snyder. So, that was good. :) For five years we talked, went shopping, talked, hung out, etc. She saved my sanity! lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now, I live in Florida and I miss her like crazy. I am so happy that she's coming to see me. We'll go to the outlet mall, hang out, and time will go way too fast.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30717882-1432441203040703308?l=afigmentofyourowncreation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afigmentofyourowncreation.blogspot.com/feeds/1432441203040703308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30717882&amp;postID=1432441203040703308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30717882/posts/default/1432441203040703308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30717882/posts/default/1432441203040703308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afigmentofyourowncreation.blogspot.com/2007/01/happy-2007-and-other-ramblings.html' title='Happy 2007, and other ramblings'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06242016871399709307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SzGWuAlmvgw/SAEfbqpwIaI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NWSWZymi0E0/S220/042.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30717882.post-2543983525519734354</id><published>2006-12-26T13:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-26T13:35:26.310-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas has come and gone</title><content type='html'>I love Christmas. I love our traditions that we've had since the beginning of our marriage. The going to pick and cut down our own tree, eating Chinese food on Christmas Eve, the memories that come with unpacking and decorating our tree. It's such a joyful time of year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then of course comes the "I want" phase. I truly despise how commercialized Christmas has become. I loathe the Christmas decorations in stores that start before Thanksgiving. I don't like the Christmas music that starts in early November. I don't like how adults and children everywhere start to create lists of things they want for Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love seeing our kids faces when they wake up Christmas morning and see that Santa has come. Seeing them tear into the presents with glee. I don't like that after there is a huge mess to clean up and the let down that comes after Christmas. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a great Christmas. The kids got the Wii (it is a ton of fun) and a few games to go with. Jose is loving it too, he turns into a big kid when a game system is around. LOL. I love that his computer has been silent for a few days. No WoW, yay!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate that Jose feels that my Christmas was lacking because I didn't have a ton of stuff to open. I loved my Christmas. I didn't/don't care that I didn't have a ton of stuff. I love the shopping and giving for others. I loved seeing the kids faces when they opened the Wii (it was the very last gift). Seeing their excitement and joy, it is the best gift of all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I too wish that I could have given Jose a ton of stuff. I know that his Christmas's as a child weren't great. He mainly got socks and underwear as gifts. I wish that I could show him how much he is appreciated and loved by having a room full of presents for him. We just don't have the means. Jose feels that by not having lots of stuff for me that he isn't supporting us, or that he doesn't make enough. He feels that he isn't providing enough. I wish that he could see inside my heart to know that he is the best gift I could ever have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having him home this year is the best gift. Last year was a sad, sad Christmas for us. He was deployed to Kyrgyzstan and we were in Oklahoma without him. This year we are in Florida and we are together. I just wish he knew in his heart how important that is to us all. Being a complete family is the best gift of all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've had no serious illness this year, we have a home, two vehicles, we are provided for, we have love. These are the things that I wish people would focus on during the holidays. How lucky we are! There are other Military families grieving and suffering right now. People who's lives are torn apart. We are whole. We are together. We are blessed. We truly are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings for peace and joy in the year to come to everyone! I wish everyone a year of gladness and peace. If only people would realize how truly wonderful it can be to have a smooth life. Some might say uneventful, I say otherwise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30717882-2543983525519734354?l=afigmentofyourowncreation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afigmentofyourowncreation.blogspot.com/feeds/2543983525519734354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30717882&amp;postID=2543983525519734354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30717882/posts/default/2543983525519734354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30717882/posts/default/2543983525519734354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afigmentofyourowncreation.blogspot.com/2006/12/christmas-has-come-and-gone.html' title='Christmas has come and gone'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06242016871399709307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SzGWuAlmvgw/SAEfbqpwIaI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NWSWZymi0E0/S220/042.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30717882.post-2495273312606595795</id><published>2006-12-18T22:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T22:28:21.495-05:00</updated><title type='text'>WoW an addiction that may end Jose's life.</title><content type='html'>I am so sick of WoW. I'm tired of it being a constant battle to get him to the dinner table. I'm just sad now. Sad that I can't hold his attention. Sad that he'd rather be on there ALL the damn time. That instead of living, he is playing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, it could be a lot worse. He could be a drinker, cheater, or have a hobby that takes him outside the house and away. But really, he is away already. I have to repeat myself to be heard. I have to shout at him to pay attention to me or the kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish WoW would just disappear. I don't help things though, he is getting the expansion in January, I bought it for him as a Christmas present. I might as well get it myself and call it a present, he'd have bought it for himself anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just so over it. Sigh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30717882-2495273312606595795?l=afigmentofyourowncreation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afigmentofyourowncreation.blogspot.com/feeds/2495273312606595795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30717882&amp;postID=2495273312606595795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30717882/posts/default/2495273312606595795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30717882/posts/default/2495273312606595795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afigmentofyourowncreation.blogspot.com/2006/12/wow-addiction-that-my-end-joses-life.html' title='WoW an addiction that may end Jose&apos;s life.'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06242016871399709307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SzGWuAlmvgw/SAEfbqpwIaI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NWSWZymi0E0/S220/042.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30717882.post-116637834610134222</id><published>2006-12-17T12:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T12:59:06.113-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh LORD, I'm Scared. I'm afraid, I'm, I'm, I'm.....going crayzay!</title><content type='html'>Friday was a half day at school/work. I am now home alone with ALL FOUR monsters, er, crazymakers, er, uh, demons...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jose will make his daily escape to work at 6:20 am and not return to the pits of hell (aka home) till almost 5. I asked him last night if he could take some leave to "spend time with the family" (aka save me from the insanity of being left alone with these four we spawned). He said he'd see what he could do. I don't hold much hope. I KNOW his plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would LOVE to be on unpaid vacation without the kids. It'd be just like before I started working. Ah, the days. Sadly, they are long gone and I am no longer a lady of leisure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The plan for the next few weeks is to throw the kids out of the house as often as possible. I am so happy that we are in Florida now, where throwing them out in December is NOT considered abuse or neglect. Tee hee. It is to reach a balmy 79 degrees today. Ahhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, if certain "friends" would stop persuading me to spend MONEY we'd be just fine. They shall remain nameless. Unless I have to get ugly. Cough, cough, friend in LV, cough, cough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FREE isn't always free. Dang MM board. :P I love you ladies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to do laundry. Where is that fairy Godmother when you want her???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30717882-116637834610134222?l=afigmentofyourowncreation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afigmentofyourowncreation.blogspot.com/feeds/116637834610134222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30717882&amp;postID=116637834610134222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30717882/posts/default/116637834610134222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30717882/posts/default/116637834610134222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afigmentofyourowncreation.blogspot.com/2006/12/oh-lord-im-scared-im-afraid-im-im.html' title='Oh LORD, I&apos;m Scared. I&apos;m afraid, I&apos;m, I&apos;m, I&apos;m.....going crayzay!'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06242016871399709307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SzGWuAlmvgw/SAEfbqpwIaI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NWSWZymi0E0/S220/042.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30717882.post-116544193887159328</id><published>2006-12-06T16:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T17:43:01.236-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I've come to some realizations</title><content type='html'>I don't like to clean, so I rarely do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like the sound of my children's high pitched screams, but love the sound of their giggles and belly laughs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like the fighting that ensues the MINUTE they are together, but the minute I'm ready to punish them, they band together to protect the innocent and guilty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should have had just one, nah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dislike this time of year because last night I had to sit through an excrusiating 2.5 hour Band/Chorus Christmas Concert for 6,7,8th graders. The Band director was an embarassment. He has no control over those kids. Seriously, the kids were getting up during the concert to use the restroom. WTH??? This is why Band/Music should be a requirement for ALL children through 8th grade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this time of year because you see more people in generous giving moods. Some of them anyway. I don't get the grumpiness some people have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dislike the attitude my 14 year old has most of the time. I LOVE how she is a giving person to others (mostly outside of the family, sigh). We're working on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dislike that I don't get as much time with Jose as I'd like. I love it when we can sneak away and go out for wings and beer, or just out for time together, doing nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dislike that I got him to try Mocha Frapps and now he MUST have them every time I want one. :P I love that now I don't have to feel guilty when I bring it up about getting one. He brings it up a lot too. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dislike working because I'd rather be home. I love being at the school, seeing my younger two throughout the day. I love making a difference in some kids lives by helping, by caring, by being there for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate AF. There is no good side to that. My baby making days are over, AF can take a one way hike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script language="JavaScript" id="387660&amp;usernum=" src="&lt;a href=" type="text/javascript" cpv="2"&gt;http://pub22.bravenet.com/counter/code.php?id=387660&amp;usernum=1803902368&amp;amp;cpv=2&lt;/a&gt;"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30717882-116544193887159328?l=afigmentofyourowncreation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afigmentofyourowncreation.blogspot.com/feeds/116544193887159328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30717882&amp;postID=116544193887159328' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30717882/posts/default/116544193887159328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30717882/posts/default/116544193887159328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afigmentofyourowncreation.blogspot.com/2006/12/ive-come-to-some-realizations.html' title='I&apos;ve come to some realizations'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06242016871399709307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SzGWuAlmvgw/SAEfbqpwIaI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NWSWZymi0E0/S220/042.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30717882.post-116494042210971676</id><published>2006-11-30T21:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T21:33:42.116-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Geez</title><content type='html'>I'm truly surprised that people actually read this drivel. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this last month has seen a bit of action. Thanksgiving was kind of low key. Usually we have single Airmen over to the house to celebrate with us. Since we've moved recently, we didn't know any single Airmen that we could invite. Since Jose's squadron is small and mainly civilian, there was nobody that fit that category. It was sad. I guess in a way it was a blessing since I've been sick for going on  three weeks. Thank you Elizabeth! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This cold I've had is going strong. I swear I have no drive to do anything but lay around and be miserable. E had it for a month, I hear that's about the average for this nasty ass-kicking bug. I'm congested and it doesn't want to come out of my nose. It drains down the back of my throat till I'm gagging. Then since it's so thick, it has to be hacked out along with half my lung.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and joy of all joys. Since I have given birth four times, my body can no longer hold my bladder and cough deeply. Yay, I've become incontinent. I thought that was something that I'd get to look forward to in my 60's and 70's. Nope, lucky me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My birthday was Sunday. It was a really, really good day, save the cold of course. &gt;:[ Jose and the kids really went out of their way to make it special. I got to sleep in till 11 (but then again so did Jose and the older kids). I got a Starbucks coffee grinder, a bag of beans (also from Starbucks) some of my favorite yummy lotion, and Zoo Tycoon (all three), my Sister got me a $40 gift card to Bath and Body which is being saved for the after Christmas sale ;). My Mom sent me a ginormous jewelry chest, which is strange, I don't own much jewelry. She is such a HSN addict. Sigh. So, it was a wonderful day. The only blemish was the laundry that needed to be done that day. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you ever wish that you could just step out of your life for a day? I mean, I LOVE my kids, my husband (most of the time) but...............having that certain freedom to do as you please and not answer to anyone is sometimes so tempting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I didn't mention that my Dad forgot my birthday. It was kind of strange, I think he's getting old. LOL. I mean, I know he has been forgetting things lately, but this was strange. I didn't say anything to him because he already does so much for us. I finally told him on Tuesday that he forgot. He felt like shit. Which is why I didn't want to tell him but Jose told me that Dad would have felt so much worse had I not told him at all and he finally remembered himself. So now Dad is beating himself up. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas is coming and money is more than tight, which sucks. Ah, the joys of Military life. :P We're doing the best we can. Hopefully the little ones won't realize that they have less this year. Once again Dad stepped in to save the day. He sent money for the kids presents. What a great Grandpa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that's about it for now. I've been lazy. Mea culpa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30717882-116494042210971676?l=afigmentofyourowncreation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afigmentofyourowncreation.blogspot.com/feeds/116494042210971676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30717882&amp;postID=116494042210971676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30717882/posts/default/116494042210971676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30717882/posts/default/116494042210971676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afigmentofyourowncreation.blogspot.com/2006/11/geez.html' title='Geez'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06242016871399709307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SzGWuAlmvgw/SAEfbqpwIaI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NWSWZymi0E0/S220/042.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30717882.post-116266204553775085</id><published>2006-11-04T12:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T20:42:12.626-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ironman</title><content type='html'>Today was the Ironman competition here in Panama City Beach. I volunteered because it sounded like fun. Little did I know that I'd be getting up at o'crack thirty. :P I was sent an email saying that I would be marking athletes with their numbers and that show time was 4:30. YIKES! Of course it was FREEZING cold. I'm talking 41 degrees when I left the house at 4 am. So, I'm all bundled up. Duh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know what to expect because I'd never done anything like this before. I get out there and I'm handed a huge Sharpie and sent on my way. So, my job is to write the athletes number on their biceps, front of thighs, and their age on their back right calf. Oh, and it's still dark, and still way cold. BRR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt kind of bad for the poor athletes, they have little to no body fat and we were making them get half naked to mark them. LOL. I had a great time and I've decided that it wasn't so bad being out there that early because I beat the traffic and was home in time to catch a nap. The best part was telling some good looking men with GREAT bodies to drop their pants. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so nice because they were so appreciative of the volunteers being there to help out. Jose and Elizabeth were out there later in the bike farm. After the first leg of the race (the swim) the people would come through to get their bikes for the 112 mile ride. Geez!! They had just finished swimming 2.5 miles, then they were riding for 112, and then a full marathon at the end of that. They have some endurance. Whoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so neat to meet so many different people. People from all over the world were here to compete. Jose and Elizabeth would hand their bikes to the people as they were coming through the bike farm. They've both said they are doing it again next year. It's so exhilarating to do something like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds weird but it really made me feel connected to everyone around me out there. I love the rush you get from volunteering!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm off to the grocery store, snore, what a buzz kill. :P Ah, such is my life. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgot to add, there were a couple of people that really inspired me. There was a blind man who was in the race with a partner. The blind man swam 2.4 miles, when we left, he was getting on a tandem bike with his race partner. It was truly touching. So many people that are handicapped and able alike, use excuses to live their lives. Here was this man, doing things that most sighted people dare not do. There was also a 72 year old man running his first Iron Man. I swear it was the most amazing sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People never fail to amaze me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30717882-116266204553775085?l=afigmentofyourowncreation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afigmentofyourowncreation.blogspot.com/feeds/116266204553775085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30717882&amp;postID=116266204553775085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30717882/posts/default/116266204553775085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30717882/posts/default/116266204553775085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afigmentofyourowncreation.blogspot.com/2006/11/ironman.html' title='Ironman'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06242016871399709307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SzGWuAlmvgw/SAEfbqpwIaI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NWSWZymi0E0/S220/042.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30717882.post-116241599140115403</id><published>2006-11-01T16:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T16:19:51.413-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't believe it's been almost a month since I posted!</title><content type='html'>Things have been going really well. If we could get out of our mountain of debt from moving here, we'd be doing great. Jose is settling in to work quite well. He is enjoying a few aspects of it now. Which is always a bonus. Now if I could get him off of WoW, that'd be wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am settling in to my job nicely. I get a little ruffled working with some of these kids. It seems like there is no support at home and yet they expect miracles from school. Sigh. There are quite a few kids that I'm growing attached to. They are the ones that you can TELL don't get attention/love/affection at home. They are like stray animals, going to anyone that will look at them. I have to be careful and not become attached to them too much. My Dad keeps telling me that I can't save everyone. I know that it's true but to look at these kids and not feel something is just not me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids are doing great in school. E had a Marching Band competition and they got straight Superiors for the 38th year in a row. Talk about pressure! YIKES. She is excited that concert season is starting. She'll get her french horn now. She wants us to buy one, but for $4000 I can think of other things that come first. Jose told her that we'd buy her one for HS graduation. We'll have to see about that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other kids are doing well too. It seems that the bullying has pretty much stopped for Jandro. He said they found new kids to pick on. :( I am saddened that another kid is going through what he went through. But, I'm happy that my kid is no longer their focus. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home is still getting settled. We have boxes that are not unpacked. I'm hoping that we'll get into base housing before long. We'd really like to buy a house, we'll have to see what we can do about that. Unfortunately we are in a lease for a year, the only way out is to get base housing or finish the year. Housing isn't readily available though. I keep crossing my fingers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to play Mama Taxi again. I'm almost looking forward to E being able to drive. ALMOST.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30717882-116241599140115403?l=afigmentofyourowncreation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afigmentofyourowncreation.blogspot.com/feeds/116241599140115403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30717882&amp;postID=116241599140115403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30717882/posts/default/116241599140115403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30717882/posts/default/116241599140115403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afigmentofyourowncreation.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-cant-believe-its-been-almost-month.html' title='I can&apos;t believe it&apos;s been almost a month since I posted!'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06242016871399709307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SzGWuAlmvgw/SAEfbqpwIaI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NWSWZymi0E0/S220/042.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30717882.post-116052673405736691</id><published>2006-10-10T20:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T20:32:14.056-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Juanito the artist</title><content type='html'>Juanito won an award county wide this week. The trophy is a foot and a half tall and reaches his waist. LOL. His face when he was awarded this trophy was amazing. He was called to the ITV room where the daily announcements are broadcast though CCTV into all the classes. Since I work at the school I got to see his face. He was STUNNED and so very happy. I cried. It was truly a gift to be able to see him get the award. He went up against over 1500 kindergarteners and got second place!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found out about it yesterday and had the hardest time not telling him. After school he walked to me and he was just smiling his face off. It was so great. Looks like we have another artist on our hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His drawing was of a train full of animals. I will get a pic loaded up as soon as he brings the art home. I was talking with his teacher and I was saying how proud of him I was. She told me that I had to share him now, that he belonged to her too. She is so sweet. She really adores him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:) This move is really shaping up to be the best thing that has happened to our family in a LONG time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30717882-116052673405736691?l=afigmentofyourowncreation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afigmentofyourowncreation.blogspot.com/feeds/116052673405736691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30717882&amp;postID=116052673405736691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30717882/posts/default/116052673405736691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30717882/posts/default/116052673405736691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afigmentofyourowncreation.blogspot.com/2006/10/juanito-artist.html' title='Juanito the artist'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06242016871399709307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SzGWuAlmvgw/SAEfbqpwIaI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NWSWZymi0E0/S220/042.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30717882.post-116052642833611873</id><published>2006-10-10T20:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T20:27:08.336-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I have a JOB!</title><content type='html'>I was hired as a Para-Professional at the school my younger two kids attend. I'm so happy! I will be on the exact schedule that my kids are on. This is more than I could have ever, EVER hoped for. Finally my education is paying off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sad that the kids I work with don't have great foundations in education. Their parents don't check their work, give them their meds for ADD and ADHD, or get interested at all. This is so different than the schools my kids have gone to before. We are always in small communities that are Military heavy. Which means there are a lot of volunteers and helpers at the schools. I have found out that it isn't that way in the "real" world.  Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get to see my younger two kids every day in the halls. It is a fantastic feeling to be able to know that I'll always be there for the kids, just a few seconds away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting into a routine at school. I have a space of my own. The kids come to me for their lessons. I'm meeting new people. None that I'd really consider to be friend material. Maybe that's just because I'm still new and considered an outsider. Hopefully that will get better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait till I get my first check!! Whoo hoo. It will be so nice not to worry about money every second of every day. Maybe I'll start sleeping better! lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30717882-116052642833611873?l=afigmentofyourowncreation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afigmentofyourowncreation.blogspot.com/feeds/116052642833611873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30717882&amp;postID=116052642833611873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30717882/posts/default/116052642833611873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30717882/posts/default/116052642833611873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afigmentofyourowncreation.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-have-job.html' title='I have a JOB!'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06242016871399709307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SzGWuAlmvgw/SAEfbqpwIaI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NWSWZymi0E0/S220/042.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30717882.post-116052613802319284</id><published>2006-10-10T20:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T20:22:18.033-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Jandro, the bullies, and a broken nose</title><content type='html'>Sigh. I hate to even type this out. My loving, wonderful, caring son is being bullied on the bus and at school. He has to run to classes because he can't walk peacefully down the halls. This makes me so angry. His grades are slipping, his girlfriend dumped him (because he got into a fight defending himself) and his nose was broken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday he had his nose reset because the break was bad. Well then he swells up like a goodyear balloon. I rush him to the ER and find out that it's an allergic reaction. First ER said it was a reaction to the meds, either the antibiotic or the pain med. We get him home after four hours and two shots (one epi one bendryl for the boy who is petrified of needles). Well it takes the swelling down for a few hours. At 1 am Jose checks on him and he is majorly swollen again. Jose takes him to a different ER and four hours and 2 shots and an iv later, they say that his reaction is to the tape or splint that held his nose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next morning he is swollen up AGAIN, not as bad, but still not great. So, I finally get a lightbulb moment and decide that everything the tape touched (his glasses DUH MAMA) and all of his bedding get washed. He is still on benedryl every four hours but the swelling is way down and the redness is almost gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My poor son. I swear I lost 5 years of life with this kid. Mama bear wants to come out and rip those kids apart. He says it's getting better because the other kids have found another kid to bully. In a way that makes me REALLY sad, another part of me is glad that my kid isn't the focus any more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just so saddened that those kids feel the need to bully at all. I'm saddened by the fact that any child in this day and age is bullied. Why are there parents out there that just don't care what their kids do? The parents of the one that caused Jandro's broken nose were supposed to meet up with us for a conference at the school, they never showed. They were supposed to call and talk with us, they never did. :( Just plain sad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30717882-116052613802319284?l=afigmentofyourowncreation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afigmentofyourowncreation.blogspot.com/feeds/116052613802319284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30717882&amp;postID=116052613802319284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30717882/posts/default/116052613802319284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30717882/posts/default/116052613802319284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afigmentofyourowncreation.blogspot.com/2006/10/jandro-bullies-and-broken-nose.html' title='Jandro, the bullies, and a broken nose'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06242016871399709307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SzGWuAlmvgw/SAEfbqpwIaI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NWSWZymi0E0/S220/042.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30717882.post-115921262012830023</id><published>2006-09-25T15:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T15:30:20.176-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Gotta get serious</title><content type='html'>Ok, since Jose has gotten home, I've gained back all the weight I lost when he was deployed. Sigh. It's time for me to get back on the ball and lose this damn weight. I am so sick of the ups and downs of fatness. Bleh. I'm sick of myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time for me to get serious again. I've started doing Pilates again but I got sick last week and slacked off that. I figure if I post it on here, I'll be reminded to stay on top of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jose took the kids to the beach on Saturday afternoon. I was sick so he went with the younger 3. Wiz stayed home because she had a ton of homework to catch up on. Her band went to a game that was over an hour away. The IB program is a lot more work than she's used to. She'll get the hang of it soon. She does like to complain. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jandro is doing good. He seems to be taking the advanced classes pretty well. He isn't into doing hard work though. I refuse to be a parent that forces him to excell. I had too much of that crap growing up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alyssia seems to be enjoying 2nd grade a lot more than first. Just goes to show what a great teacher will do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nito is starting to READ. It was so amazing. He is really proud of himself. He came home and read to every member of the family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I applied for a job. I'm hoping to be called tomorrow. I've applied for a Para position at the smaller two's school. Cross those fingers for me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30717882-115921262012830023?l=afigmentofyourowncreation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afigmentofyourowncreation.blogspot.com/feeds/115921262012830023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30717882&amp;postID=115921262012830023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30717882/posts/default/115921262012830023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30717882/posts/default/115921262012830023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afigmentofyourowncreation.blogspot.com/2006/09/gotta-get-serious.html' title='Gotta get serious'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06242016871399709307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SzGWuAlmvgw/SAEfbqpwIaI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NWSWZymi0E0/S220/042.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30717882.post-115862311166302105</id><published>2006-09-18T19:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-18T19:45:11.680-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally settling down, a bit</title><content type='html'>Well, things have settled down a bit. Our trip to Cali was nice. It could have come at a better time, but it is what it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got home and started unpacking boxes. Took a few days to find the dang telephones. Sigh. The packers did a crap job of packing it all up. I hate that we are in a place in our lives where we are trying to buy nice (or nicer than we used to buy) and people that move us treat it like dog crap. Our brand new bedroom set has scratches all over it. Our cedar chest that my Dad bought us is scratched and chipped. I found garage items in with my clothes. It was just not nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least we haven't had any real breaks yet. We do have stuff missing, but that is to be expected. Stuff is always stolen. Gotta love Military contractors. Ex-criminals are the ones moving and packing our stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids are settling in nicely. The schools are good. E's is REALLY awesome. She is doing some amazing stuff in Marching band. We are so proud of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jandro is really taking a shine to PE. Now that his feet are in good shape and it doesn't hurt to walk/run, he is really doing well. He is such a good, kindhearted young man. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alyssia is doing SO much better now that she has a teacher that gives a crap. She is excelling. I love, LOVE that there isn't a fight each morning to go to school. The dread she felt each day last year is GONE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juanito is loving Kinder, his teacher is as old as the hills, but she loves him so much. She tells me what a sweet little boy he is. Aww!! My wittle man! He is coming home with some raging attitude some days though. I think he is tired. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jose is settling down into his job nicely. I think he likes it. He likes that it's different than anything he has done before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feebly attempting to find a job. I'd love to stay home but it is so much more expensive here. I feel like I have to contribute some monetarily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really miss my Dad and my best friend Sally. Things just aren't the same. Which is good in a way. We were ready for a change. I just wish that Dad and Sally could have moved with us. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30717882-115862311166302105?l=afigmentofyourowncreation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afigmentofyourowncreation.blogspot.com/feeds/115862311166302105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30717882&amp;postID=115862311166302105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30717882/posts/default/115862311166302105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30717882/posts/default/115862311166302105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afigmentofyourowncreation.blogspot.com/2006/09/finally-settling-down-bit.html' title='Finally settling down, a bit'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06242016871399709307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SzGWuAlmvgw/SAEfbqpwIaI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NWSWZymi0E0/S220/042.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30717882.post-115582655361850008</id><published>2006-08-17T10:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-17T10:55:53.663-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally got a minute to update!!</title><content type='html'>Wow, it's been an experience!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got to Florida a three days, staying two nights on the road. It wasn't that bad of a trip at all. We actually had a great trip, it's so different to enjoy a trip and not rush to get somewhere.  The kids were great. I think it had a lot to do with the new van's dvd player. LOL. We had a portable one in the Envoy, but it is so much nicer in the van. I do miss the Envoy though. Hard to look cool in a minivan. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are loving the area. We got the kids enrolled in school and until we get into our rental house I have to drive the kids and pick them up. It's hard getting used to the school hours here. They all start at different times. E starts high school at 7:30, gets on her bus at 6:15 am (YEOWCH). I take the youngest two, they start at 7:50 am, then drive A who starts at 8:30. Then I have to pick the little two up at 1:50, drive to get E who gets out at 2:30, then A is out at 3. I'm a taxi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't gotten into school yet, I'm waiting till next semester, it really would have been too difficult to enroll myself right now too. We'll get settled, then I'll go back. Hopefully to State.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took the kids to Bonita Bay, a bay that is right on the base here. It was amazing, while we were there we saw TWO DOLPHINS. The kids had been finding hermit crabs, crabs, snails, etc and I look up and there are two dolphins. It was so amazing I almost cried. The kids were so excited. What a welcome to Florida!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend we went to Mexico Beach, a little south of the base and went to the ocean. The kids loved it, except for the burning water in their eyes. :P The beach is beautiful. White sand, clean beaches, gorgeous, gorgeous, gorgeous. We are going back this weekend. I'm going to buy some boogie boards for the kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jose is enjoying his new job. It's so much different that what he usually does that he has a lot to learn. Working with all civillians is much different too. He is liking the newness though. After being somewhere for 5 years, any change is hard to adjust to. He is such a creature of habit. LOL. He doesn't like the traffic. ((Roll eyes))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all love it here though. I just can't wait till we are connected to the internet again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to talk about E's school program though, we are so excited. It is called the International Bachlorriate program. She is a freshman and it is sort of a school within a school. There are only 100 other freshmen in her program. When she completes this program she'll get a free ride room and board to college. And, she could study anywhere in the world. I'm so proud of her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A is also in a gifted program now. In Oklahoma they said his grades weren't good enough for gifted classes, but he was bored and didn't care. Here they looked at his test scores and immediately placed him in the gifted program.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The younger two are also enjoying their classes. Kinder is amazing here. The second grade teacher for A is great, so much better than what she had last year in OK. She is blooming with this teacher. They are all making friends and seem to be adjusting well. I'm so very proud of them all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm having a hard time, I really miss my Dad. I loved having him so close by. A two hour trip and we were there. I guess part of the issue is him having such a hard time adjusting to us being gone. I talk to him every day on the phone. Hopefully it will get easier. He is and always has been my biggest parental support.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to go. I'll try and update more later. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30717882-115582655361850008?l=afigmentofyourowncreation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afigmentofyourowncreation.blogspot.com/feeds/115582655361850008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30717882&amp;postID=115582655361850008' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30717882/posts/default/115582655361850008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30717882/posts/default/115582655361850008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afigmentofyourowncreation.blogspot.com/2006/08/finally-got-minute-to-update.html' title='Finally got a minute to update!!'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06242016871399709307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SzGWuAlmvgw/SAEfbqpwIaI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NWSWZymi0E0/S220/042.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30717882.post-115394607016183706</id><published>2006-07-26T16:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T16:34:30.173-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy, busy, busy</title><content type='html'>Even though we have movers come and pack everything up and haul it all away, there is a ton of stuff that we have been doing. Cleaning out our clothing, kids clothes, stuff that has been packed away and forgotten. Things we don't need/use anymore that could put us over the weight limit for the move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cleaning the garage and getting everything broken down for the movers to take has been a pain. Packing everything that we are going to need to keep with us, and making sure to keep it in a special spot so the movers don't pack it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've also (re: I) have been looking up Realtors online, looking for places to rent once we get there. It's difficult to find a place there that we can afford. We have to decide if we want to live closer to base and the ocean and pay a lot more money, or move farther out and have Jose drive 30-40 minutes to Tyndall every day. Looking at pics online is ok, but we need to be there and walk through the houses to make a better decision. There is one that has a built in pool, that really is appealing to me. We'll have to wait and see next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our internet is being turned off tomorrow morning early, so this is it for a while. I might be able to post a bit from the road if I can find someone that doesn't have a secure network or we have free internet at one of the hotels along the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll see how my sanity holds up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30717882-115394607016183706?l=afigmentofyourowncreation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afigmentofyourowncreation.blogspot.com/feeds/115394607016183706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30717882&amp;postID=115394607016183706' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30717882/posts/default/115394607016183706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30717882/posts/default/115394607016183706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afigmentofyourowncreation.blogspot.com/2006/07/busy-busy-busy.html' title='Busy, busy, busy'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06242016871399709307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SzGWuAlmvgw/SAEfbqpwIaI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NWSWZymi0E0/S220/042.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30717882.post-115350855857286906</id><published>2006-07-21T14:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T15:02:38.580-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving very soon!</title><content type='html'>Well Jose scheduled the movers. They are coming next week. Thursday to pack, Friday to take all of our stuff away. I called and scheduled the phone/internet to be turned off on Thursday, same with DirectTV. Wow, it all seems like it just kind of snowballed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we move usually from overseas, we have tons of time. The movers come and pack us out and take it all away two months before we leave, we have six months notice that we would return stateside. Now, it's crazy. We are going to move 1000 miles away and we should have our stuff within a week or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hoping we get there pretty quickly since school starts for the kids on the 2nd. I know we won't make that though. Not with Jose's final out on the 1st. Just not possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm having a hard time with not being so close to my Dad. He is having a hard time too. We have been getting ready to face it, but now that it's staring at us, within a week even, it's hard to come to terms with not seeing him whenever we want to. Sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to miss seeing him. We have bonded so much more since we moved here. Dad has gotten to see the kids grow over the last five years. He has gotten to see their unique personalities, etc. Now, we are going to be far away again. Even though we are still in the US, we might as well be overseas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm torn. We hate this place, but I love being close to Dad. I'm so excited about going to Florida, living in such a beautiful place, the new surroundings, etc. I'm heartsick about not being within two hours of my Dad. What if he gets sick again? What if the Diabetes acts up? What if he has another heart attack?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just have all of this running through my head. Sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30717882-115350855857286906?l=afigmentofyourowncreation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afigmentofyourowncreation.blogspot.com/feeds/115350855857286906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30717882&amp;postID=115350855857286906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30717882/posts/default/115350855857286906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30717882/posts/default/115350855857286906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afigmentofyourowncreation.blogspot.com/2006/07/moving-very-soon.html' title='Moving very soon!'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06242016871399709307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SzGWuAlmvgw/SAEfbqpwIaI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NWSWZymi0E0/S220/042.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30717882.post-115333401845388250</id><published>2006-07-19T14:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-19T14:33:38.466-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Whirlwind trip to Cali</title><content type='html'>Over the fourth of July weekend, J's mom was put in the hospital. Her heart stopped three times, they couldn't find a reason and sent her home. Last week, she had a stress test, failed miserably. I mean, she was hooked up, stood on the treadmill, and FAILED. The doctor admitted her and wanted to run an angiogram to see if there was blockage in her heart. We knew there wouldn't be, she is very health conscious. There was no blockage. Her bp was so weak they thought she would die but she's ALWAYS had low bp. They decided to put a pacemaker in, to regulate her heartbeat and it would also control the amount of beats per minute. Friday the pacemaker was put in and Jose and I decided we needed to be there. We flew out Saturday morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We get there and she is pale, weak, and looking very, very bad. We knew we did the right thing by flying out. We couldn't take the kids and didn't really want them to see her like that, which was best actually. She got home from the hospital the day we arrived because she would not stay at the hospital. We got to the house before she got home from the hospital. She walked in with help from Chava (Jose's dad) and looked at us. She started to SOB. It was so gut wrenching. We knew that the expense and hardship were worth that moment alone. She clung to him like a child. She looked so small and sad. I realized her mortality at that moment. She just wouldn't let go of him, she was sobbing and it was so hard. We were all crying after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent the next two and a half days telling her to STOP trying to take care of everyone else and rest. That her body needed her to slow down. She looked better each day. When we left she was walking better than we had seen her walk in a while. She had color in her skin again, she wasn't as tired. We knew it was the best she'd been in a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is so hard to realize is, she isn't that old. She is only in her 50's, she shouldn't be this sick. It has always been Chava that had the heart problems, the one we thought we'd get that midnight call about. Now we have to readjust our view of them. Chava is taking care of Cuca now, he even cooks her meals. It is a huge change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We came home and are trying to get ready to move out of here and get to Florida. Things are so chaotic right now. We just need to get this move done. With this new added worry, it's difficult to move further away from Cali.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My MIL told me she was sorry for all of the years of hardship she gave me. All of the things she said, everything she did to show me that I wasn't good enough, that I wasn't part of the "family". She had been different to me for the last few years (5) anyway, I knew I had worked my way in. But her apologizing, it made me cry. We held each other and I feel like a daughter now. I love her and the past is over, that is what I said to her. It doesn't matter, the past is the past. Jose and his Dad were in tears too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 10 years of marriage I felt the shift from his family. Now it has been 14 years of marriage and I know that we are all on the right path. I feel so loved and accepted now. Even Jose's dad who wouldn't do more than grunt in my direction in the early years, hugs me, talks to me, accepts me. It was a cathartic visit for all of us. I'm so glad that so much healing could happen to us all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I'll blog on this more later, I'm still tired and really just emotionally sore after this weekend. I need to let all of this sink in. It took 10 years to be accepted instead of tolerated. The last four to feel as a fringe relative, to be accepted. I know it will take some time for me to digest this new phase. I'm just really happy right now about the relationships and the way we left them in Cali.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30717882-115333401845388250?l=afigmentofyourowncreation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afigmentofyourowncreation.blogspot.com/feeds/115333401845388250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30717882&amp;postID=115333401845388250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30717882/posts/default/115333401845388250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30717882/posts/default/115333401845388250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afigmentofyourowncreation.blogspot.com/2006/07/whirlwind-trip-to-cali.html' title='Whirlwind trip to Cali'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06242016871399709307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SzGWuAlmvgw/SAEfbqpwIaI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NWSWZymi0E0/S220/042.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30717882.post-115258107266933392</id><published>2006-07-10T21:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T21:24:32.680-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting old.............</title><content type='html'>Last week something new happened in my life. Heartburn. Something I never faced as a pregnant woman. Hard to believe, four pregnancies and not one bout of heartburn. Anyway, last week in the middle of the night, I wake up to a feeling I have NEVER felt before, for a while there I seriously thought I was having a heart attack. Wondered if I could call 911 on myself, the pain was so unbelievable.  The whole middle of my body, all the way around my back felt like I was being stabbed with a hot knife, over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't do anything about it but suffer. At first I thought, it must have been that brownie I ate. I can't possibly have become allergic to chocolate, I considered suicide at that thought. ;O Then I wondered if it were the aforementioned heart attack. I didn't know what was wrong with me, after about 2.5 hours of serious pain (greater than childbirth in some respects) it went away. Whew, big sigh of relief!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days later, I tempted to eat another brownie (liken it to getting pregnant again after a horrible birth, you DO tend to forget). So, no pain. A big sigh of relief from me, I'll tell ya! Then last night, I wake up at about 4 am, again with that horrible pain. I took a flexeril (didn't even take the edge off) waited for about 30 minutes for the pain pill to kick in. Nope, didn't work. Then I took a naproxen, hoping THAT would tame the monster pain. Nope. So I get up and decide to look up heartburn online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank the GODS for google. I type in that handy dandy little box "heartburn relief" and find a few million hits. Well, I start clicking through my pain. I find that peppermint will take care of it. I grab a fuzzy mint from my purse (glad those things were shrink wrapped, but I would have eaten it from the sidewalk to get rid of that pain). In about 10 minutes the horrible pain was GONE. I was amazed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I've realized that after the traumas of pregnancy/birth/lots of good food, etc. My body is starting to hate me. What have I done to you?!?! Haven't I given in to every whim and desire? Haven't I skipped that exercise we both loathe? Haven't I been good to you (in every bad way of course)??? Sigh, time to start taking better care I guess. At least I can put forth an effort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a different note about the same topic. Sally and I took the monsters, errrrr, kids to the pool out by her house yesterday. We were cringing as we watched the kids doing flips off the diving board. We reminisced about doing wild things in our younger days. I never had fear of pain as much as I do now as a grown up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously think that is what stops us as adults from doing physical harm to ourselves, fear! Seriously think about the things you did as a child. Would you do HALF of them now? Not me, I'll tell ya that much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to be fine with driving a car without a seat belt, now I get pissed at strangers for not using theirs. I've turned into a huge MOM. lol. I wouldn't wear a helmet when riding a bike, I would flip off the diving boards, back flip even. I would run across the street not caring if a car was half a block away (or less). I would do many of the things I warn my kids not to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm 32 and I'm old. At least I don't wear my pants up under my boobs (or is it boobs down to the pants? hmmmm......). At least I'm not decrepit yet. YET. Talk to me in a few years. Maybe when I'm 42? lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30717882-115258107266933392?l=afigmentofyourowncreation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afigmentofyourowncreation.blogspot.com/feeds/115258107266933392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30717882&amp;postID=115258107266933392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30717882/posts/default/115258107266933392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30717882/posts/default/115258107266933392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afigmentofyourowncreation.blogspot.com/2006/07/getting-old.html' title='Getting old.............'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06242016871399709307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SzGWuAlmvgw/SAEfbqpwIaI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NWSWZymi0E0/S220/042.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30717882.post-115257852247660712</id><published>2006-07-10T20:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T20:42:02.486-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Leaving the Asscrack of America (for a few days)</title><content type='html'>Jose graduates on Thursday from NCOA. I'm driving down there to spend a few days with him. My dad is taking the kids. This is going to be the last time for a long while that we get to spend some time alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once we move to Florida, there won't be family close by to take them for a day or so. We are used to going off on our own at least once a year. That's going to suck. lol Weird what you get spoiled about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully we'll enjoy our last days alone together. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30717882-115257852247660712?l=afigmentofyourowncreation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afigmentofyourowncreation.blogspot.com/feeds/115257852247660712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30717882&amp;postID=115257852247660712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30717882/posts/default/115257852247660712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30717882/posts/default/115257852247660712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afigmentofyourowncreation.blogspot.com/2006/07/leaving-asscrack-of-america-for-few.html' title='Leaving the Asscrack of America (for a few days)'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06242016871399709307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SzGWuAlmvgw/SAEfbqpwIaI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NWSWZymi0E0/S220/042.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30717882.post-115231259790953265</id><published>2006-07-07T18:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-07T18:49:57.923-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The wound that never heals</title><content type='html'>My best friend had court today to finish hashing out custody of her daughter with her ex (heretofore to be known as Assjuice or AJ for short).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, a little background, I have been friends w/ her for 9 years. She was married to AJ when we first met in England. She left AJ, and  moved to Oklahoma. We later got stationed 20 miles from where she lived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, it has taken five years to settle this issue (it's not settled b/c AJ likes to f*ck with my friends life). So as I sat there listening in court, I just became so down about the whole process. It's so depressing to realize that something so big (marriage) ended this way. With a child being hurt. A child that is afraid to say what she wants. A child that must forever have two different addresses, a life split in half because two people couldn't make their marriage work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I understand that marriages fail all the time. I guess I have a certain insight since I was a child of divorce. It's a wound that never heals. There always has to be sides. The "good" parent and the "bad" parent. And of course there are the rules of play. One parent bashing the other so the child thinks badly about someone who created them. The other parent who is the "fun" parent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being a kid is hard enough without having that added stress. I just want to fast forward her life so that the pain and hurt to come will not leave a scar. I see her future and it's painful to watch from the front row.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try to tell my friend to take the high road (which she does, EVERY SINGLE TIME) that it will get better in time, that E will see with her own eyes and heart what her AJ father is doing to her emotionally. I want to take the pain. I want............ I want to make things better for my best friend and her daughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only is my friend and her daughter being hurt by this, her other children are as well. They are losing out on their sisters time. I wish that I had been given a bigger role in my sister's life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, all I can do is be available to my friend and her daughter. Sometimes life just sucks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30717882-115231259790953265?l=afigmentofyourowncreation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afigmentofyourowncreation.blogspot.com/feeds/115231259790953265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30717882&amp;postID=115231259790953265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30717882/posts/default/115231259790953265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30717882/posts/default/115231259790953265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afigmentofyourowncreation.blogspot.com/2006/07/wound-that-never-heals.html' title='The wound that never heals'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06242016871399709307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SzGWuAlmvgw/SAEfbqpwIaI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NWSWZymi0E0/S220/042.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30717882.post-115219947671886087</id><published>2006-07-06T11:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T11:24:36.730-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleeping in?</title><content type='html'>Why is it that during the school year I must DRAG my younger children (7 &amp; 5) out of bed at 7:00 am but during summer vacation they are up at the crack ass of dawn? Now, that doesn't bother me, what bothers me is them coming in and waking ME up at the crack ass of dawn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't matter what time they go to bed. 7:30 is their normal bedtime. Even if I let them stay up till midnight, they are not sleeping in. What is with that? They refuse to nap (I WANT A NAP!!) and they are cranky as hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They really don't realize that their lives are in jeopardy if I hear that disgusting whine come from them again. (Not really for those of you that don't know me) Seriously though, I wish school would start. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't remember being in the house this much as a kid. A friend and I were talking about this last week. Jose and I also discussed this. He says I'm to easy on the kids, I need to toss them out and that's that. They make excuses to stay in the house. LOL. Excuses such as, "Is it lunchtime yet" or "I haven't eaten yet" that great oldie but goodie, "I'm thirsty" Since there are four of them, they coordinate to constantly have the door swinging open and closed. Never closed for long mind you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Sally and I were discussing this last week, about how we were locked out, handed sandwiches through the window, and had to (gasp!!!) drink from the hose. Since we were girls, we were occasionally allowed in the house to pee, but we were monitored from behind the closed door. As soon as the toilet flushed, we were ushered back to the door, with a loud clicking of the lock hitting home as our sendoff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we are too easy on the kids. They must constantly be entertained. I know some of it is our fault. We lived in England for a long time, it was ugly and cold most of the year. Then we get here to Oklahoma and it's HOT and humid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should try and be more like Mom (DID THAT REALLY COME FROM ME?!?!) and throw them out. Hmm. You know, she doesn't remember ever actually throwing us out. I wonder if my memory will go when I have grandchildren.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to sleeping in, sorry for the digression. LOL. I want to go back to sleep. I guess as soon as I'm old enough to pee with the door closed again, I'll get to sleep in. Too bad I'll be incontinent then and no longer wish to sleep for more than 4 hours at a stretch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy the summer. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30717882-115219947671886087?l=afigmentofyourowncreation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afigmentofyourowncreation.blogspot.com/feeds/115219947671886087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30717882&amp;postID=115219947671886087' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30717882/posts/default/115219947671886087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30717882/posts/default/115219947671886087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afigmentofyourowncreation.blogspot.com/2006/07/sleeping-in.html' title='Sleeping in?'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06242016871399709307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SzGWuAlmvgw/SAEfbqpwIaI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NWSWZymi0E0/S220/042.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30717882.post-115216153048321054</id><published>2006-07-06T00:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T00:52:10.493-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Creation is hard work!</title><content type='html'>I've finally gotten into the whole blog thing. I don't think I'm that interesting actually, so this is a test to see if I can keep up. I know that I'm a fun person to be around, hang out, etc. I just don't know how well that will transfer to a blog. My quick wit and cutting remarks sometimes sound a lot snarky when taken without inflection. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are getting ready to move to Florida. I'm actually quite nervous since we have never moved from one state to another. Whenever we've moved it's been overseas, so this is a whole new issue for us. I'm worried about finding a decent place to rent, a place that will take dogs, we can't live without Sammie girl! We just can't. It's hard enough right now, since she is staying at my Dad's house. We miss her! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jose is still away at school. He graduates next Thursday. I'm so tired of this being apart crap. Life just seems that much harder whenever he is away. It's something we deal with constantly. Part of something that it seems I should be used to after all this time. Unfortunately, it isn't easier. It seems to get harder. Having a man that is not only my husband, but my best friend, my soul mate is wonderful but makes the separations that much harder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Military life is so unglamorous. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that's enough for today. Don't want to bore people. Sorry if I already have, you don't have to subject yourselves to this. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll get some pics posted pretty soon. Still figuring this whole thing out. Re: Still figuring out if this will be worth the effort. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30717882-115216153048321054?l=afigmentofyourowncreation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afigmentofyourowncreation.blogspot.com/feeds/115216153048321054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30717882&amp;postID=115216153048321054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30717882/posts/default/115216153048321054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30717882/posts/default/115216153048321054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afigmentofyourowncreation.blogspot.com/2006/07/creation-is-hard-work.html' title='Creation is hard work!'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06242016871399709307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SzGWuAlmvgw/SAEfbqpwIaI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NWSWZymi0E0/S220/042.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
