<?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-6481683503381066122</id><updated>2012-01-25T14:47:50.766-08:00</updated><title type='text'>!!Warning!! Real Life Rants</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://warningrealliferants.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481683503381066122/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warningrealliferants.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>skinnylattemama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03241254488386863144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vFP3lNvS4M4/SV-Ho6-VAYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dIYVAx35GZ8/S220/RetroGlamour.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>31</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6481683503381066122.post-2013660107357670060</id><published>2011-01-11T14:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T14:34:28.908-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Man</title><content type='html'>Now, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; let the title of this post fool you, I DO NOT have a new man:) But I REALLY NEED a Rent-a-Man!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just need someone to fix the broken &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;cabinet&lt;/span&gt; in the kitchen, fix the very bad water pressure in my shower, shovel this disgusting snow, and clean up the basement that just flooded because of my washer!!! (which is off balance:))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; get me wrong, I will do my part, I will make him meals, clean the house, take care of the kids and give him his weekly sex:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; take this personally, but I do not want a relationship with this man, more like a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;partnership&lt;/span&gt;!! Like 2 adult &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;business&lt;/span&gt; like people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, one more thing, he MUST be good at doing homework with the kiddos because let me tell you, I think #5 &amp;amp; #7 go to school just so I can have an hours worth of homework to do every night!! You know, after I have worked all day, cooked dinner, cleaned my house, did our laundry and bathed the kids!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i44.tinypic.com/2vw7ol5.png" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6481683503381066122-2013660107357670060?l=warningrealliferants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://warningrealliferants.blogspot.com/feeds/2013660107357670060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6481683503381066122&amp;postID=2013660107357670060&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481683503381066122/posts/default/2013660107357670060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481683503381066122/posts/default/2013660107357670060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warningrealliferants.blogspot.com/2011/01/new-man.html' title='New Man'/><author><name>skinnylattemama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03241254488386863144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vFP3lNvS4M4/SV-Ho6-VAYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dIYVAx35GZ8/S220/RetroGlamour.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i44.tinypic.com/2vw7ol5_th.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6481683503381066122.post-7682815933825414208</id><published>2011-01-09T21:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T14:36:04.499-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Status Confrence</title><content type='html'>So, I guess tomorrow #33 (yea, he had a birthday) and I have a status conference. We &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; have to be there, only our lawyers. I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;still not&lt;/span&gt; 100% sure what its for. I really &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;just&lt;/span&gt; wish we could have a court date and get it over with. #33 is FINALLY agreeing to the divorce instead of fighting me so hopefully we can get through this quicker!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we have talked about a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;dissolution&lt;/span&gt; instead of a divorce but there are still some key issues we cant agree on. Actually we cant talk for longer then 30 seconds without getting into a fight &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;of&lt;/span&gt; some kind!! We are 2 totally different people!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,my pastor (wannabe) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;texted&lt;/span&gt; me today, first time he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;has contacted&lt;/span&gt; me since the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;courts&lt;/span&gt; ordered #33 out &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;of the&lt;/span&gt; house in August!! I have called and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;texted&lt;/span&gt; him with no response and then he has the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;nerve&lt;/span&gt; to text me today to let me know that the Lord has put me on his heart today. SERIOUSLY?!?! (is that even spelled right? It's late and my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;brains&lt;/span&gt; not working!! Ha Ha) So it took almost 4 months for you to return a call or a text?? Please do not text me today and act like you care!! He says people in the church are talking about me, you know &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;because im&lt;/span&gt; just out drinking, partying, living "the" life!!! Ha Ha!!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;That's&lt;/span&gt; all I can say! First of all, STOP TALKING ABOUT ME!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; pretty sure the Bible covers gossip and second of all, I am SO NOT living the life!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; barely working, trying to get a second job,my house is in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;foreclosure&lt;/span&gt;, I have no freaking clue what &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; doing half of the time but yea &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;sooooooo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;freakin&lt;/span&gt; happy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, one of the church goers must of read something that I posted on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt; and went and told on me, yea, grow up!!! Focus on your own sorry life and backup off of mine. Pastor Wannabe had the nerve to call me "Happy Amy" I guess its what I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;portray&lt;/span&gt; on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Fb&lt;/span&gt;, well, take a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;freakin&lt;/span&gt; look, I am not "Happy Amy"!! I am "Pissed off, everything I worked for in my life is going down the tubes Amy"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; glad I got that off my chest!!! Anyway, in a few words I told him he was no longer my pastor and to please refrain from talking about me with patrons from the church. He then informed me that he will remain my pastor until I join a new church. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Ummmm&lt;/span&gt;, yea, I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; think so!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i44.tinypic.com/2vw7ol5.png" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6481683503381066122-7682815933825414208?l=warningrealliferants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://warningrealliferants.blogspot.com/feeds/7682815933825414208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6481683503381066122&amp;postID=7682815933825414208&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481683503381066122/posts/default/7682815933825414208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481683503381066122/posts/default/7682815933825414208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warningrealliferants.blogspot.com/2011/01/status-confrence.html' title='Status Confrence'/><author><name>skinnylattemama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03241254488386863144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vFP3lNvS4M4/SV-Ho6-VAYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dIYVAx35GZ8/S220/RetroGlamour.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i44.tinypic.com/2vw7ol5_th.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6481683503381066122.post-8352462214849054646</id><published>2010-12-29T16:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T16:22:59.689-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heres A Little Humor For Our Hump Day</title><content type='html'>A Couple Of Things I learned As An Adult&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I think part of a best friend's job should be to immediately clear your computer history if you die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Nothing sucks more than that moment during an argument when you realize you're wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I totally take back all those times I didn't want to nap when I was younger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. There is great need for a sarcasm font.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. How the hell are you supposed to fold a fitted sheet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Was learning cursive really necessary?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Map Quest really needs to start their directions on # 5. I'm pretty sure I know how to get out of my neighborhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Obituaries would be a lot more interesting if they told you how the person died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. I can't remember the last time I wasn't at least kind of tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Bad decisions make good stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. You never know when it will strike, but there comes a moment at work when you know that you just aren't going to do anything productive for the rest of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Can we all just agree to ignore whatever comes after Blue Ray? I don't want to have to restart my collection...again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. I'm always slightly terrified when I exit out of Word and it asks me if I want to save any changes to my ten-page technical report that I swear I did not make any changes to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. I keep some people's phone numbers in my phone just so I know not to answer when they call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. I think the freezer deserves a light as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. I disagree with Kay Jewelers. I would bet on any given Friday or Saturday night more kisses begin with Miller Lite than Kay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. I wish Google Maps had an "Avoid Ghetto" routing option.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. I have a hard time deciphering the fine line between boredom and hunger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. How many times is it appropriate to say "What?" before you just nod and smile because you still didn't hear or understand a word they said?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. I love the sense of camaraderie when an entire line of cars team up to prevent a jerk from cutting in at the front. Stay strong, brothers and sisters!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Shirts get dirty. Underwear gets dirty. Pants? Pants never get dirty, and you can wear them forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Sometimes I'll look down at my watch 3 consecutive times and still not know what time it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Even under ideal conditions people have trouble locating their car keys in a pocket, finding their cell phone, and Pinning the Tail on the Donkey - but I'd bet everyone can find and push the snooze button from 3 feet away, in about 1.7 seconds, eyes closed, first time, every time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. The first testicular guard, the "Cup," was used in Hockey in 1874 and the first helmet was used in 1974. That means it only took 100 years for men to realize that their brain is also important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i44.tinypic.com/2vw7ol5.png" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6481683503381066122-8352462214849054646?l=warningrealliferants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://warningrealliferants.blogspot.com/feeds/8352462214849054646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6481683503381066122&amp;postID=8352462214849054646&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481683503381066122/posts/default/8352462214849054646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481683503381066122/posts/default/8352462214849054646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warningrealliferants.blogspot.com/2010/12/heres-little-humor-for-our-hump-day.html' title='Heres A Little Humor For Our Hump Day'/><author><name>skinnylattemama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03241254488386863144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vFP3lNvS4M4/SV-Ho6-VAYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dIYVAx35GZ8/S220/RetroGlamour.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i44.tinypic.com/2vw7ol5_th.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6481683503381066122.post-7324740299372707381</id><published>2010-12-28T19:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T19:31:29.865-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Monster-In-Law</title><content type='html'>I just thought I would add that my monster in law, soon to be ex monster in law is not such a monster after all!! Ha Ha She actually got me a Christmas present this year,which shocked me!! I mean she always gets me something but since I am divorcing her son,I just figured that no one on that side of the family would do anything for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, she got me a super soft fuzzy bath robe,I mean, I have like 3 of them already but I love them!! Anyway, I guess she does have a nice bone in her body after all!! Ha Ha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We always try to keep the level of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;communication&lt;/span&gt; open due to the kids, so I will continue to be cordial......as long as I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; have to spend or talk to her longer then 5 min!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i44.tinypic.com/2vw7ol5.png" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6481683503381066122-7324740299372707381?l=warningrealliferants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://warningrealliferants.blogspot.com/feeds/7324740299372707381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6481683503381066122&amp;postID=7324740299372707381&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481683503381066122/posts/default/7324740299372707381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481683503381066122/posts/default/7324740299372707381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warningrealliferants.blogspot.com/2010/12/monster-in-law.html' title='Monster-In-Law'/><author><name>skinnylattemama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03241254488386863144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vFP3lNvS4M4/SV-Ho6-VAYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dIYVAx35GZ8/S220/RetroGlamour.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i44.tinypic.com/2vw7ol5_th.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6481683503381066122.post-615929032263174852</id><published>2010-12-26T22:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-26T22:26:05.761-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lets Play Catch Up</title><content type='html'>Well, it has been a super long time since I posted and believe me, its not because I have had little to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My divorce is finally under way! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;As of&lt;/span&gt; Aug 11&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; we had our first court &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;date and&lt;/span&gt; the judge ordered my husband out of our home,gave him &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;visitation&lt;/span&gt; to the kids and ordered him to pay child support and alimony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the one who &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;initially&lt;/span&gt; wanted out of this marriage, you could say I brought this divorce upon myself so I have a lot of mixed feelings about it. We were unhappy for so many years, I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;couldn't&lt;/span&gt; take all of the fighting and arguing anymore and my breaking point was when I saw it affecting my children. I am a gown women and to be honest I could of endured years and years of emotional abuse but my children cant. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;couldn't&lt;/span&gt; let them see that this is what a "normal" marriage was anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So although I have part of the battle over, I have begun a whole new battle. The one of being a single working mother to 3 children trying to maintain a household. It is mentally and physically exhausting. I am soon gonna post more details on all of the proceedings but I just wanted to get you all caught up on the latest with me and my husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He makes it so hard to even miss him due to the fact that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt; we talk on the phone he goes on and on about what an idiot I am. I am not even sure if the man is capable of being nice to me. He claims he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; want to get &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;divorced and&lt;/span&gt; that he wants his family but he has never once asked me back. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Don't&lt;/span&gt; get me wrong, I am not looking for the man &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;to come&lt;/span&gt; back on bended knee and beg for me but he wont even fight a little for me. But he still goes to church 3 times a week in his 3 piece suit playing the victim of "Oh my wife left me". He may be able to fool all of the church people &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;and his&lt;/span&gt; family but he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;does not&lt;/span&gt; fool me or God. He left this marriage long before I filed the papers. As a matter of fact, the only thing he has complained about is how much money he has to pay out a month and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;to be&lt;/span&gt; honest &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt; I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;receive&lt;/span&gt; a check, I just look at it as me getting &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;reimbursed&lt;/span&gt; for the years of abuse I have endured. And no money &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; make it better but I sure &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; feel bad for the man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has already filed to get his child support and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;alimony&lt;/span&gt; lowered. Hey Jim, you could get it lowered if you would of just stood up and fought for your family a little bit!! He thinks &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; out just living life up, going out, drinking, partying, sleeping around, well, guess what?? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; not, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; a mess inside, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; a mess because the family I fought for so much, I can not keep it together!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we got through our first Christmas without eachother, I cant lie,it was rough but thanks to some close friends and family it was better then I expected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i44.tinypic.com/2vw7ol5.png" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6481683503381066122-615929032263174852?l=warningrealliferants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://warningrealliferants.blogspot.com/feeds/615929032263174852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6481683503381066122&amp;postID=615929032263174852&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481683503381066122/posts/default/615929032263174852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481683503381066122/posts/default/615929032263174852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warningrealliferants.blogspot.com/2010/12/lets-play-catch-up.html' title='Lets Play Catch Up'/><author><name>skinnylattemama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03241254488386863144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vFP3lNvS4M4/SV-Ho6-VAYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dIYVAx35GZ8/S220/RetroGlamour.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i44.tinypic.com/2vw7ol5_th.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6481683503381066122.post-3571663542011749042</id><published>2010-04-27T18:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T18:41:17.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Home Sweet Home</title><content type='html'>Not so sure how I feel about the title but it works for now:) Yes, I am living at home with my husband, yes I said husband and 3 children. I think I am going to call the divorce off........for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so sure divorce lawyers are used to clients going back and forth so much, I mean really I have only changed my mind 3 times!! I guess I am entitled. I have invested 11 years of my life into this man  and we have 3 children together. And before you go there, I know, children are not a good reason to stay in the marriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets just say, I have #33 by the balls!! He knows I saw my lawyer, hes knows he would lose the house, lose his money and not see his children as much, so he is kissing the ground I walk on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I do also understand that he is only being so "good" because he is afraid to lose everything he has worked for his whole life. Im not dumb to that. But in the big picture, there is no physical abuse, no affairs, nothing too major big. We are just 2 totally different people living in the same house. We definitely have our issues to work out and I guess, as of now, what im saying is, I am ok with trying this again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, I actually live comfortably for the most part, my bills are paid, gas in my car, clothes on my back and food in my cabinets. So I am willing to get through the terrible fights to hopefully come to the light at the end of the tunnel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, sorry this post kinda sucked, its late, I took a xanax to go to bed and im a little groggy and I barley make sense to myself!! Lol So feel free to post some comments. I do read them, I appreciate them all, even if I dont agree with some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, yea, I got my Internet hooked back up so I will be able to post a lot more often!!! Woo Hoo!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i44.tinypic.com/2vw7ol5.png" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6481683503381066122-3571663542011749042?l=warningrealliferants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://warningrealliferants.blogspot.com/feeds/3571663542011749042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6481683503381066122&amp;postID=3571663542011749042&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481683503381066122/posts/default/3571663542011749042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481683503381066122/posts/default/3571663542011749042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warningrealliferants.blogspot.com/2010/04/home-sweet-home.html' title='Home Sweet Home'/><author><name>skinnylattemama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03241254488386863144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vFP3lNvS4M4/SV-Ho6-VAYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dIYVAx35GZ8/S220/RetroGlamour.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i44.tinypic.com/2vw7ol5_th.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6481683503381066122.post-7686590863406776266</id><published>2010-04-13T19:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T19:43:34.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ok Really Quick</title><content type='html'>So, I dont have Internet at home and i havnt for awhile, hopefully soon though. Well drum roll please...................................I went back to, well, actually hes #33 now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, i did it, im not proud of myself but he made it sound sooooo good. He gave the whole, I can except you for who you are, I can love you for you, you know all the stuff us women just thrive on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And let me tell you, he did love me for who I was, he did except me for me...........................for about 2months. Now we are back to me being not right with God, me being a slut even though ive been very faithful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets just say we had a little or big tornado run through my house last night, I like to call them "Rage Blackouts" Yes, #33 destroyed everything that means anything to me. He didnt just throw my stuff around, he broke my stuff!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, they say a leopard never loses its spots, or was it a cheetah, i dont know but you get the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yes I am still cleaning for the rich and famous and I dont see myself quitting for a long time, Yes, I still wear my pants, Yes I am still being me!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I am probably going to see my lawyer tomorrow so wish me luck and who knows, maybe after the 6th or 7th time of leaving him, it will actually stick!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i44.tinypic.com/2vw7ol5.png" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6481683503381066122-7686590863406776266?l=warningrealliferants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://warningrealliferants.blogspot.com/feeds/7686590863406776266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6481683503381066122&amp;postID=7686590863406776266&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481683503381066122/posts/default/7686590863406776266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481683503381066122/posts/default/7686590863406776266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warningrealliferants.blogspot.com/2010/04/ok-really-quick.html' title='Ok Really Quick'/><author><name>skinnylattemama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03241254488386863144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vFP3lNvS4M4/SV-Ho6-VAYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dIYVAx35GZ8/S220/RetroGlamour.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i44.tinypic.com/2vw7ol5_th.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6481683503381066122.post-46113774484298733</id><published>2009-10-07T11:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T11:49:24.338-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Heres A Long Rant....I Mean Update</title><content type='html'>Ok, I am going on something like 5 months of leaving my husband. Have I had my doubts?.........Hell Yea!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I always seem to be reminded, by him, that i made the best decision for me and my family. That man is STILL trying to control me. This time through money. He has always been the one to support our family, by his choice, so when I left, he cut me off of everything!!! Which some of you may be thinking, i deserve that but we do have 3 children together, so when he cuts me off, he cuts them off, and thats what I need to get through his big head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our first court date is coming up in a week. Its a temporary hearing to get him out of the house and me and our 3 children back in. Also for him to start paying child support and alimony. On a side note, I wasn't gonna take him for alimony but since he decided that he couldnt even help out with diapers or gas money once in awhile, im going to get whats mine then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would think that a real man would have just left the house and let his wife and 3 very young children stay in it, even if hes not the one doing the leaving, but no, not my husband. He straight up told me that he was not leaving the house or paying any money till he was court ordered to. So, go ahead #32, or however old you are now, the courts are just gonna see that as you not taking any responsibility, so be my guest, plead my case for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next court date is not till January, so something tells me, this divorce is going to be a lot longer then I bargained for. But it's worth the wait. i have been unhappy for 10 years. We have not had a 6 month stretch in 10 years that has gone good. I am ready to be me again, whoever that is. I used to think people who said "I have to find myself" were crazy, I mean how could you not know who you are, what you like? But now I understand.  Thats right where I am at. I don't know anything about myself.  So throughout this blog, I might confuse you, but dont worry, your not alone, I confuse myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I gotta go. i am going to be posting more now, so I will keep all of you updated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heres the truth for today. I would not wish being alone on anyone!! Thats got to be the worst part. Going to bed alone. There is nothing anyone can say or do to make the feelings go away, I just have to go through it and get through it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i44.tinypic.com/2vw7ol5.png" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6481683503381066122-46113774484298733?l=warningrealliferants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://warningrealliferants.blogspot.com/feeds/46113774484298733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6481683503381066122&amp;postID=46113774484298733&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481683503381066122/posts/default/46113774484298733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481683503381066122/posts/default/46113774484298733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warningrealliferants.blogspot.com/2009/10/heres-long-ranti-mean-update.html' title='Heres A Long Rant....I Mean Update'/><author><name>skinnylattemama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03241254488386863144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vFP3lNvS4M4/SV-Ho6-VAYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dIYVAx35GZ8/S220/RetroGlamour.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i44.tinypic.com/2vw7ol5_th.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6481683503381066122.post-7888135487466258121</id><published>2009-08-19T09:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T09:37:12.857-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Still Alive</title><content type='html'>I don't have much time and my Internet is down but just a little update, I left Jim and me and the kids moved in with my mom. He's in the house until I can get him out. I am working with an attorney but it cost a lot of money to get divorced but I am willing to wait and get it done. I am so finished with this chapter in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will write a detailed blog when I have more time. Believe me, I have a million rants ready to go!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i44.tinypic.com/2vw7ol5.png" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6481683503381066122-7888135487466258121?l=warningrealliferants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://warningrealliferants.blogspot.com/feeds/7888135487466258121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6481683503381066122&amp;postID=7888135487466258121&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481683503381066122/posts/default/7888135487466258121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481683503381066122/posts/default/7888135487466258121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warningrealliferants.blogspot.com/2009/08/still-alive.html' title='Still Alive'/><author><name>skinnylattemama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03241254488386863144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vFP3lNvS4M4/SV-Ho6-VAYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dIYVAx35GZ8/S220/RetroGlamour.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i44.tinypic.com/2vw7ol5_th.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6481683503381066122.post-2363239107568322155</id><published>2009-06-20T08:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T08:42:46.411-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So, Life Goes On</title><content type='html'>I really have no idea why I picked that for a title. I guess it just fit:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are still pretty much the same. We have these little text message wars and let me tell you, his cut deep. I get the, "your worthless" "Your a poor excuse for a mother" and so on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He just keeps telling me that I would just repent and get right with the God, everything would get better. I just keep on telling him to focus on yourself and how you can improve and let me focus on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, c'mon, how can he even think about changing when he spends his days thinking of things I need to change or improve. I mean I will admit my faults in this marriage but I am not totally to blame. He plays his part too and unless we BOTH make some changes, we are not going to make it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am just seriously going through the motions of marriage lately. I am half way debating on going back to the lawyer and started a divorce. I mean our divorce will probably take years anyway since he wants the kids, he doesn't want to pay and he won't sign any papers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I will be Dam*** if I let my girls grow up with a man like that. I mean I not one of those feminist or anything close to that but I don't want my girls growing up thinking that at any minute, God can squish you like a bug. I want my kids to get convictions based off their relationship with God, not some man shoving it down our throats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am really not sure what to do. I have tried talking to him but it ALWAYS goes back to, that I just need to repent and get right with God. And i'm not even sure what I am supposed to be getting right!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I work a part-time job, I wear capris and I smoke. And yes, I am not going to church 3 times a week with him. To tell you the truth I can't even stomach walking into that building with him. But I do go on Sunday mornings and Sunday nights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I wish life had an on and off button because I would so hit the off button right now!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please people, tell me something to cheer me up, jokes, stories, ANYTHING!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As always, thanks for listening to me rant:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i44.tinypic.com/2vw7ol5.png" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6481683503381066122-2363239107568322155?l=warningrealliferants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://warningrealliferants.blogspot.com/feeds/2363239107568322155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6481683503381066122&amp;postID=2363239107568322155&amp;isPopup=true' title='25 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481683503381066122/posts/default/2363239107568322155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481683503381066122/posts/default/2363239107568322155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warningrealliferants.blogspot.com/2009/06/so-life-goes-on.html' title='So, Life Goes On'/><author><name>skinnylattemama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03241254488386863144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vFP3lNvS4M4/SV-Ho6-VAYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dIYVAx35GZ8/S220/RetroGlamour.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i44.tinypic.com/2vw7ol5_th.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>25</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6481683503381066122.post-5139506822221307838</id><published>2009-06-17T04:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T04:42:45.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yesterday.....Wow</title><content type='html'>So, here's a little re-cap of yesterday. We both worked and got home around the same time, 5:00. The kids got home and we rested for a about 30 min. Then he decided to go mow the grass and I decided to cook dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So he's outside and I decide to make hamburgers, but we are out of propane and I really want them on the grill so I go out side to ask him, If I can load up ALL 3 of the kids and go buy some propane. He is immediately red in the face and asks me where I am going to get money for it, I politely tell him that I worked all day and I get paid daily, I clean houses, he knows this, he is obviously mad about something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO I asked him what his problem was and he said when he was mowing the grass, he found a cigarette butt. Yes, people, 1 cigarette butt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do have a ash tray that I use but occasionally, one gets away form me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then he goes on and on about this butt in the grass and then tells me that he can't believe our lifestyle, You know, the drugs, alcohol, and sex parties:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, #32 Hmmmm, just because I work a part time job cleaning houses, wear capri pants and smoke cigarettes does not make me the worst person, mother on the face of this earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I gave him the finger and I left, He then sent me a text and told me that "the worst part about me leaving is that I come back, stay gone for good this time."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks #32, I love you too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i44.tinypic.com/2vw7ol5.png" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6481683503381066122-5139506822221307838?l=warningrealliferants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://warningrealliferants.blogspot.com/feeds/5139506822221307838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6481683503381066122&amp;postID=5139506822221307838&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481683503381066122/posts/default/5139506822221307838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481683503381066122/posts/default/5139506822221307838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warningrealliferants.blogspot.com/2009/06/yesterdaywow.html' title='Yesterday.....Wow'/><author><name>skinnylattemama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03241254488386863144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vFP3lNvS4M4/SV-Ho6-VAYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dIYVAx35GZ8/S220/RetroGlamour.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i44.tinypic.com/2vw7ol5_th.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6481683503381066122.post-8175043690113255353</id><published>2009-06-13T11:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T11:29:39.692-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Updated The "Please Read" Section</title><content type='html'>Wow, after looking that section over, it's no wonder no one knew what I was talking about!!!! I had my numbers messed up and my sentences weren't even correct sentences!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, anyway, it's all fixed now, and thank you to everyone who brought that to my attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i44.tinypic.com/2vw7ol5.png" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6481683503381066122-8175043690113255353?l=warningrealliferants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://warningrealliferants.blogspot.com/feeds/8175043690113255353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6481683503381066122&amp;postID=8175043690113255353&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481683503381066122/posts/default/8175043690113255353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481683503381066122/posts/default/8175043690113255353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warningrealliferants.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-updated-please-read-section.html' title='I Updated The &quot;Please Read&quot; Section'/><author><name>skinnylattemama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03241254488386863144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vFP3lNvS4M4/SV-Ho6-VAYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dIYVAx35GZ8/S220/RetroGlamour.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i44.tinypic.com/2vw7ol5_th.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6481683503381066122.post-4415836657787934114</id><published>2009-06-13T05:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T05:58:36.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Drama At The Mall</title><content type='html'>So, last night me and #32 decided to get a baby-sitter and have a fun night out. Which ment going to LongHorn and then shopping at the mall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well we made it through dinner fine, we actually had a great time of laughing and conversation.......................................Then, we went to the mall, *Please cue Twilight music*,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO we are walking and he is walking like a snail, I really was trying not to say anything but I just couldn't take it, so I asked him politely if he could walk a little faster. Boy did that set him off, He then made his little speech about how he should be able to walk anyway he wants to and that, the mall is not ALL ABOUT ME. Ok, #32, as soon as you are done crying like a little baby, maybe we can finish our FUN time at the mall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then I showed him where the men's shoes were and I was looking RIGHT NEXT TO HIM at some nightgowns and the next thing I know he is gone!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have to call his cell phone and he tells me that he left the store and is sitting by the fountain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked him, "You couldn't even come get me when you were done looking?!? We are supposed to be doing this together"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He then tells me that he doesn't want to shop with me because basically I told him how to walk, I'm selfish, I think the mall is all about me, and so on, and so on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I leave him sitting at the fountain and I tell him just to meet me at the car when he is ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO I wait for like 15min for him when he finally decides to come to the car. He's so freaking immature, I just can't stand it!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we get home, I changed into my Capri's because I was going to leave. We had a baby-sitter all night and obviously we can't be alone with each other. So he jumps up, starts yelling at me, blocks the door so I can't leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to push him like 3 times just to get out the door. He was freaking out because I changed into my "hooker" clothes, You know, Capri's and a t-shirt, and I was leaving. And since he's a control freak, he couldn't take it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO even as I am leaving, He is yelling out the window, "Your a piece of Crap!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, #32, You make me really wanna stay here with you now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO anyway, I thought I would share with you our nice romantic night out without kids. You know the one we have about once every 2 months!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks #32, You Suck!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i44.tinypic.com/2vw7ol5.png" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6481683503381066122-4415836657787934114?l=warningrealliferants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://warningrealliferants.blogspot.com/feeds/4415836657787934114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6481683503381066122&amp;postID=4415836657787934114&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481683503381066122/posts/default/4415836657787934114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481683503381066122/posts/default/4415836657787934114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warningrealliferants.blogspot.com/2009/06/drama-at-mall.html' title='Drama At The Mall'/><author><name>skinnylattemama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03241254488386863144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vFP3lNvS4M4/SV-Ho6-VAYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dIYVAx35GZ8/S220/RetroGlamour.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i44.tinypic.com/2vw7ol5_th.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6481683503381066122.post-6563171417444703962</id><published>2009-06-09T04:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T04:36:35.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just A Quickie</title><content type='html'>For those of you who do not know my families secret names, I will share again. All they are, are our ages so if one changes out of the blue, it's because they had a birthday, I will try to update my side bar to match. Here we go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#32 is my husband&lt;br /&gt;#26 is me, but I am soon to be #27&lt;br /&gt;#5 My daughter&lt;br /&gt;#3 My second daughter&lt;br /&gt;#2 My son&lt;br /&gt;Monster-In-Law, My Mother-in-law&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few updates real quick, Jim is back at the house and I started a job, cleaning houses, which I am actually liking very much. Jim hates the fact that I want to work but in order for him to come home, I told him that he needed to accept me for me!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That means that, yes, I smoke, yes I wanna work, yes, I wanna wear what I want to wear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I am not being all out rebellious, I do try to meet him in the middle but I am just ready to be me and if he can't like me for me then we got problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I also bought a car, a 2002 Chrysler Seibring!!! He was not to happy about it but I was tired of on;y having one car and being stuck in the house 24/7, so I did it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For any new readers, my husband is VERY controlling. To the point of what I wear, who I hang out with, what I do all day. So that is why I am taking steps to better myself and hopefully save this marriage!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk to you soon!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i44.tinypic.com/2vw7ol5.png" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6481683503381066122-6563171417444703962?l=warningrealliferants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://warningrealliferants.blogspot.com/feeds/6563171417444703962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6481683503381066122&amp;postID=6563171417444703962&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481683503381066122/posts/default/6563171417444703962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481683503381066122/posts/default/6563171417444703962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warningrealliferants.blogspot.com/2009/06/just-quickie.html' title='Just A Quickie'/><author><name>skinnylattemama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03241254488386863144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vFP3lNvS4M4/SV-Ho6-VAYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dIYVAx35GZ8/S220/RetroGlamour.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i44.tinypic.com/2vw7ol5_th.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6481683503381066122.post-3789739256062357424</id><published>2009-05-19T05:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T05:32:29.048-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Been A Awhile........</title><content type='html'>Well things were actually going really well with family for a long time, if you consider about 4 months a long time. Then on Friday, I kicked out #31, He has messed with my head and played his little games for far to long. I will make a long story short, I will tell you what happened Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had 2 doctors appointments. It was 12:00 and I had to be at the first one by 1:00. My MIL was coming over to babysit for both appt. My second one was at 3:15. #32, yes, hes #32 now, gets off early and calls me to see whats going on, I tell him that his mom is coming over to babysit, and he wants to know what i'm going to do with my 2 hour break in between appt. I told him I didn't know but that I was going to enjoy my afternoon with no kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We hang up and he calls his mom, which she is on her way over, it's like 12:30 now and tells her not to come and calls me back and tells me that. So I asked him, "are you coming home then?" He tells me, "I will be home later" What?!?! I have somewhere to be in like 20 min, you need to come home now. And he's like, well whatever. So I called my mom and his mom both because I need a sitter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, #32 is just so controlling over me that he doesn't want me to have ANY free time!!! Little did I know, that he was on his way home, So he gets here at the same time as his mom and I look like a fool for freaking out and asking her to come back. What an A**Hole!!! He knew all along he was coming back but he wanted to make me sweat it. What kind of person does that?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was the last straw for me. You see over the months anytime I did anything for leisure he would complain to me and get on me that I should be reading my Bible or praying or doing something with the church with my free time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean every time I watched tv or played on the computer he would make little snide comments. I am so over it!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I packed up his stuff and told him to get out. I told him he could take the kids for the weekend, and he did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course I am a little sad, He is all I have ever known since my senior year in high school. We have been married 9 nine years and together 10. But I can't tell you enough how calm it was here this weekend with no one telling me what to do or complaining that the house wasn't perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will write more late but I got a new job and I start today. Guess i'm serious about this. I need an income.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rant some more soon!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i44.tinypic.com/2vw7ol5.png" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6481683503381066122-3789739256062357424?l=warningrealliferants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://warningrealliferants.blogspot.com/feeds/3789739256062357424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6481683503381066122&amp;postID=3789739256062357424&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481683503381066122/posts/default/3789739256062357424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481683503381066122/posts/default/3789739256062357424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warningrealliferants.blogspot.com/2009/05/its-been-awhile.html' title='It&apos;s Been A Awhile........'/><author><name>skinnylattemama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03241254488386863144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vFP3lNvS4M4/SV-Ho6-VAYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dIYVAx35GZ8/S220/RetroGlamour.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i44.tinypic.com/2vw7ol5_th.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6481683503381066122.post-5691118487823563452</id><published>2009-01-26T05:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T05:29:24.052-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Little UpDate</title><content type='html'>Ok, so #31 finally fixed my door so I can lock it now. Now, really, only if he could leave it that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things have FINALLY started to look up lately. I feel like #31 is treating me rather well. He's sorta kinda fun to be around. Could this be a REAL change? I sure hope so. I kinda like him like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My kids are still driving me nuts, but i'm not sure that will ever change, at least not for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well give me couple of hours and i am sure i will have a rant about something ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i44.tinypic.com/2vw7ol5.png" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6481683503381066122-5691118487823563452?l=warningrealliferants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://warningrealliferants.blogspot.com/feeds/5691118487823563452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6481683503381066122&amp;postID=5691118487823563452&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481683503381066122/posts/default/5691118487823563452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481683503381066122/posts/default/5691118487823563452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warningrealliferants.blogspot.com/2009/01/little-update.html' title='Little UpDate'/><author><name>skinnylattemama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03241254488386863144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vFP3lNvS4M4/SV-Ho6-VAYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dIYVAx35GZ8/S220/RetroGlamour.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i44.tinypic.com/2vw7ol5_th.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6481683503381066122.post-3049512998674792295</id><published>2009-01-22T08:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T08:07:18.513-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't I have Some Privacy In My Own Closet</title><content type='html'>Now before you think I am loony and have totally lost it, hear me out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#31 broke my bedroom door lock. Yes, he wanted in and I didn't want him in and let's just say, he got in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Now #5, #3 &amp;amp; #2 come in whenever they want to. I have nowhere to go for some Alone time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I am still smoking, and yes  regret it. I smoked for 10 years and it took me forever to quit and then I started back up. Stress is a B****!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any way it's too cold to go outside so I sit in my closet with the window open and smoke out of it. Except now that I can't lock my bedroom door I am always getting company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and that man are going to have some words tonight and he IS going to fix my door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Be Continued..............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i44.tinypic.com/2vw7ol5.png" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6481683503381066122-3049512998674792295?l=warningrealliferants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://warningrealliferants.blogspot.com/feeds/3049512998674792295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6481683503381066122&amp;postID=3049512998674792295&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481683503381066122/posts/default/3049512998674792295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481683503381066122/posts/default/3049512998674792295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warningrealliferants.blogspot.com/2009/01/cant-i-have-some-privacy-in-my-own.html' title='Can&apos;t I have Some Privacy In My Own Closet'/><author><name>skinnylattemama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03241254488386863144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vFP3lNvS4M4/SV-Ho6-VAYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dIYVAx35GZ8/S220/RetroGlamour.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i44.tinypic.com/2vw7ol5_th.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6481683503381066122.post-4117680940980592909</id><published>2009-01-17T12:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T08:54:14.659-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grab my Button</title><content type='html'>My new bloggy friend made me a cute button you can grab, all you have to do is copy and paste the code and my wicked little lady will be lurking on your blog!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope to see you soon ;)......................On your blog!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.warningrealliferants.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i39.tinypic.com/6xtax0.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i44.tinypic.com/2vw7ol5.png" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6481683503381066122-4117680940980592909?l=warningrealliferants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://warningrealliferants.blogspot.com/feeds/4117680940980592909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6481683503381066122&amp;postID=4117680940980592909&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481683503381066122/posts/default/4117680940980592909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481683503381066122/posts/default/4117680940980592909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warningrealliferants.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post_17.html' title='Grab my Button'/><author><name>skinnylattemama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03241254488386863144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vFP3lNvS4M4/SV-Ho6-VAYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dIYVAx35GZ8/S220/RetroGlamour.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i39.tinypic.com/6xtax0_th.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6481683503381066122.post-5083245464238452632</id><published>2009-01-16T12:40:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T12:42:25.166-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Siggy</title><content type='html'>Just trying out my new siggy, I LOVE it!!! I found this lady off of another blog I read. She created custom blog templates for FREE!! You can't get anything for your blog for free. I put her button in my side bar if you are interested. She didn't create my blog but she did make this siggy to match it, and I must say, she did a great job!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i44.tinypic.com/2vw7ol5.png" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6481683503381066122-5083245464238452632?l=warningrealliferants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://warningrealliferants.blogspot.com/feeds/5083245464238452632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6481683503381066122&amp;postID=5083245464238452632&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481683503381066122/posts/default/5083245464238452632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481683503381066122/posts/default/5083245464238452632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warningrealliferants.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post.html' title='New Siggy'/><author><name>skinnylattemama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03241254488386863144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vFP3lNvS4M4/SV-Ho6-VAYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dIYVAx35GZ8/S220/RetroGlamour.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i44.tinypic.com/2vw7ol5_th.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6481683503381066122.post-789910882618103210</id><published>2009-01-16T09:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T12:38:07.133-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful Blog Award</title><content type='html'>My friend &lt;a href="http://www.dovida.blogspot.com/"&gt;Emma&lt;/a&gt; over at &lt;a href="http://www.dovida.blogspot.com/"&gt;Diamonds Are Forever&lt;/a&gt; awarded me with this award, Thank You So Much!!!! I don't really know a lot of people in bloggy land so I will not be giving it back out, but I can't wait to make some new friends!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also it sure does feel good to be told your beautiful.....Lord knows, I NEVER hear it from #31!! Thanks Emma!!! You Rock!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know I couldn't post without giving you a rant ;) **Grin**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vFP3lNvS4M4/SXC_wj953zI/AAAAAAAAAAo/E1l0Gooqdpo/s1600-h/BEAUTIFUL.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291940403169845042" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vFP3lNvS4M4/SXC_wj953zI/AAAAAAAAAAo/E1l0Gooqdpo/s320/BEAUTIFUL.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i44.tinypic.com/2vw7ol5.png"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6481683503381066122-789910882618103210?l=warningrealliferants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://warningrealliferants.blogspot.com/feeds/789910882618103210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6481683503381066122&amp;postID=789910882618103210&amp;isPopup=true' title='53 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481683503381066122/posts/default/789910882618103210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481683503381066122/posts/default/789910882618103210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warningrealliferants.blogspot.com/2009/01/beautiful-blog-award.html' title='Beautiful Blog Award'/><author><name>skinnylattemama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03241254488386863144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vFP3lNvS4M4/SV-Ho6-VAYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dIYVAx35GZ8/S220/RetroGlamour.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vFP3lNvS4M4/SXC_wj953zI/AAAAAAAAAAo/E1l0Gooqdpo/s72-c/BEAUTIFUL.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>53</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6481683503381066122.post-520434503005201890</id><published>2009-01-14T12:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T12:38:42.470-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Monster-In-Law</title><content type='html'>When you ask me if you can do something with my kids clothes, that you didn't even buy, over three times and I tell you, "No don't worry about it", Guess what? That means DO NOT WORRY ABOUT It!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom bought #5 P.J's for Christmas. I actually picked them out, design and size. I picked out a bigger size on purpose. So she could wear them longer. When you have 3 kids all under 5, you go through the clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway the pants were to long on them, I didn't care and #5 didn't care. So the first time monster-in-law saw #5 wearing them she asked if she could take them home to hem them. I said no. For two reasons. One, I would NEVER get them back and two, I wanted them a little longer. So she proceeded to ask me about 3 more times and I kept saying, politely, No thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So she took #3 &amp;amp; #5 home for the night and when she brought them home, guess what?........................You guess it, She hemmed the freakin pants!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't stand that women. I AM THE MOM!!!! NOT YOU!!! What I say goes!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it was up to me I would never even let the kids spend the night over there but then I would have to deal with her and #31, No Thanks. You see it's a catch 22. It's nice having a break from the kids but then I have to deal with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There I feel much better. Thanks for letting me Rant ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i44.tinypic.com/2vw7ol5.png"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6481683503381066122-520434503005201890?l=warningrealliferants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://warningrealliferants.blogspot.com/feeds/520434503005201890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6481683503381066122&amp;postID=520434503005201890&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481683503381066122/posts/default/520434503005201890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481683503381066122/posts/default/520434503005201890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warningrealliferants.blogspot.com/2009/01/dear-monster-in-law.html' title='Dear Monster-In-Law'/><author><name>skinnylattemama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03241254488386863144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vFP3lNvS4M4/SV-Ho6-VAYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dIYVAx35GZ8/S220/RetroGlamour.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i44.tinypic.com/2vw7ol5_th.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6481683503381066122.post-6284231625193561300</id><published>2009-01-09T18:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T12:39:20.858-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Step-Dad</title><content type='html'>So, they took him off of the ventilator. He is doing good physical health wise. Mental health, Now that's a different story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first time I saw him after the vent was out, he mouthed to me, "Get me the F*** out of here" Ok, at least I know he's getting better? He then proceeded to ask me, no beg me, for the scissors so he could cut off the restraints and the tubes. Sorry Jeff, I cannot help you out of here. They are not here to poison or hurt you but to help you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today he proceeded to point out the dead head wrapped in plastic wrap by the window. no Jeff, it's just a chair, I think you are cut off from watching CSI while still in the Icu. I told him I had to go and that I would be back for the next visit. He then tells me not to come back until I can bring him scissors. Whatever Jeff, I love you too, Don't worry, this is for your own good;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i44.tinypic.com/2vw7ol5.png"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6481683503381066122-6284231625193561300?l=warningrealliferants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://warningrealliferants.blogspot.com/feeds/6284231625193561300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6481683503381066122&amp;postID=6284231625193561300&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481683503381066122/posts/default/6284231625193561300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481683503381066122/posts/default/6284231625193561300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warningrealliferants.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-step-dad.html' title='My Step-Dad'/><author><name>skinnylattemama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03241254488386863144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vFP3lNvS4M4/SV-Ho6-VAYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dIYVAx35GZ8/S220/RetroGlamour.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i44.tinypic.com/2vw7ol5_th.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6481683503381066122.post-1019503995581103305</id><published>2009-01-09T05:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T12:39:40.605-08:00</updated><title type='text'>#31 Came Back</title><content type='html'>And right now that's all that matters to me. You see with my stepdad in the ICU, I need to be able to visit him often which s not working out due to all of my kids. They can't go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i also just got a membership to Curves, which I can't use, due to the kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yes, #31 came back as a baby-sitter.............LoL..................J/k&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no I have always wanted to work things out with him, I just wanted his attitude to change first. We did talk a little last night and I can see that hopefully he will be a little nicer, at least for awhile, but in the mean time we can get back into our counseling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are we going to have to counsel all of our life?!?!  I sure hope not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sure I will have a rant later on, Stay Tuned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i44.tinypic.com/2vw7ol5.png"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6481683503381066122-1019503995581103305?l=warningrealliferants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://warningrealliferants.blogspot.com/feeds/1019503995581103305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6481683503381066122&amp;postID=1019503995581103305&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481683503381066122/posts/default/1019503995581103305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481683503381066122/posts/default/1019503995581103305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warningrealliferants.blogspot.com/2009/01/31-came-back.html' title='#31 Came Back'/><author><name>skinnylattemama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03241254488386863144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vFP3lNvS4M4/SV-Ho6-VAYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dIYVAx35GZ8/S220/RetroGlamour.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i44.tinypic.com/2vw7ol5_th.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6481683503381066122.post-4939079388203708640</id><published>2009-01-07T15:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T12:39:59.703-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm A Sneaky Teenager Shhhhh</title><content type='html'>No really, tonight I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me explain,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am smoking cigarettes out of my bedroom window and putting my ashes in a pop can. Just like when I was a teenager hiding it from my mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I quit smoking like about 6-7 years ago and I am under and enormous amount of stress so I bought a pack and I don't want my kids to see me because they know what they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't want to get addicted again so I am hoping that I can smoke a couple and then quit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see my step-dad is in the ICU, #31 left me and #3 broke her finger last night. And before you ask, no I am not in a soap opera, because if I were, then I would have an endless supply of baby-sitters and money and of course, a sexy man on the side!!! LoL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called #31 and told him that whenever he was ready to admit how much he loves and needs me, SINCERELY, he can come home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, no, I do not think this is a permanent thing but it just stinks in the time being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for all of the comment love, It REALLY does help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i44.tinypic.com/2vw7ol5.png"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6481683503381066122-4939079388203708640?l=warningrealliferants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://warningrealliferants.blogspot.com/feeds/4939079388203708640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6481683503381066122&amp;postID=4939079388203708640&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481683503381066122/posts/default/4939079388203708640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481683503381066122/posts/default/4939079388203708640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warningrealliferants.blogspot.com/2009/01/im-sneaky-teenager-shhhhh.html' title='I&apos;m A Sneaky Teenager Shhhhh'/><author><name>skinnylattemama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03241254488386863144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vFP3lNvS4M4/SV-Ho6-VAYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dIYVAx35GZ8/S220/RetroGlamour.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i44.tinypic.com/2vw7ol5_th.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6481683503381066122.post-842752646391596109</id><published>2009-01-06T08:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T12:44:30.823-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heres A Little more Info On #31</title><content type='html'>You asked if leaving is something that my husband does, well the answer is No. We have had a really bad couple of years. I am not sure whats going to happen. I asked him if he was leaving for good and he said, no, We just need time a part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we have the 3 kids all under 5 and while he's out getting his "Time" apart. I am here 24/7 with the kids living life. I'm not sure that I am going to just wait around till he's had his "Time".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure what to do. I almost want to pack everything up and move into my moms, which she wants me too. But wth my step-dad being so sick in the ICU, I'm just not sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him leaving is not fare to me or the kids and he needs to grow up and realize that. I always tell him hat just becuse we have marital problems the world does not stop. He still has a job, we still have kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i44.tinypic.com/2vw7ol5.png"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6481683503381066122-842752646391596109?l=warningrealliferants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://warningrealliferants.blogspot.com/feeds/842752646391596109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6481683503381066122&amp;postID=842752646391596109&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481683503381066122/posts/default/842752646391596109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481683503381066122/posts/default/842752646391596109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warningrealliferants.blogspot.com/2009/01/heres-little-more-info-on-31.html' title='Heres A Little more Info On #31'/><author><name>skinnylattemama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03241254488386863144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vFP3lNvS4M4/SV-Ho6-VAYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dIYVAx35GZ8/S220/RetroGlamour.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i44.tinypic.com/2vw7ol5_th.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6481683503381066122.post-2389309247209517061</id><published>2009-01-05T17:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T18:02:50.546-08:00</updated><title type='text'>#31 Left</title><content type='html'>No really, he left. When he got home from work, I left to go exercise and he called me and told me to come home and when i pulled in, he was standing in the drive with a suitcase. So I just walked right by him, went inside and tended to my kids. Yes, there my kids. I would NEVER walk out on my kids, even though I have wanted to leave #31 so many times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No I am not sad, a little relieved but not sad. I am sure this is just the beginning of the drama. You see, remember I said we only have one car? He left it here. How is he even getting to work?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He'll be back. The sad part is, I'm not sure I even want him to. Mark my words, my phone WILL ring tomorrow at 4:05pm and it WILL be him. "Can we talk ?" You see usually it's women who are irrational and do things without thinking. Once he decides or figures out how much child support and alimony he will owe me, he will be back. Mark my words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yea, I'm bummed, My step-dads in the ICU fighting for his life and my husband left me. I can't even go visit my step-dad now because I have to take care of 5,3 &amp;amp; 2. Thanks #31&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/rants" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="03-rants Pictures, Images and Photos" src="http://i390.photobucket.com/albums/oo341/shadowtrollsreviews/03-rants.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6481683503381066122-2389309247209517061?l=warningrealliferants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://warningrealliferants.blogspot.com/feeds/2389309247209517061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6481683503381066122&amp;postID=2389309247209517061&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481683503381066122/posts/default/2389309247209517061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481683503381066122/posts/default/2389309247209517061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warningrealliferants.blogspot.com/2009/01/31-left.html' title='#31 Left'/><author><name>skinnylattemama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03241254488386863144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vFP3lNvS4M4/SV-Ho6-VAYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dIYVAx35GZ8/S220/RetroGlamour.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6481683503381066122.post-5923480300229800968</id><published>2009-01-05T12:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T13:07:28.566-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Are You Serious?</title><content type='html'>So I am not even sure how to start this one off. We went to church yesterday as we usually do. We still had a n extra car someone let us use while they were out of town, so we drove separate so that I could go up to the ICU to see my step-dad, I can only go at certain times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the hospital I went to my moms to report to her and really just to be with her. She is ALL alone and she needs someone to talk to. It upsets her to much to go to the hospital a lot. She doesn't want to see him like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then I called #31 to let him know that I would be going back up to the ICU later with my sister. She didn't want to go alone because it was her first time going up. Her husband has to watch the kids, also very young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So #31 said Ok, with A LOT of attitude. I tell him that nobody can help what;s going on with my dad and to not be so angry, just roll with it. He then tells me, " I never said you couldn't go", No #31 you never said I couldn't go, your just going to have some kind of stupid attitude but as long as you tell me I can go, you Ok. Yea, keep telling yourself that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a matter of fact, the first time I got home from the ICU i was talking about dads condition and #31 just stares at the floor. I'm like, do you even hear me? He's like, I don't know what to say. OK, WELL BASIC COMMUNICATION SKILLS WOULD TELL YOU TO AT EAST LOOK AT ME!!! Uggggghhhhh ARE YOU SERIOUS?!?!?! Wheres MY support? Oh, yea he's sitting on the couch sulking about life. Get over it buddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway back to Sunday. I get home about 3:00p and the kids just woke up and i brought them some food and every things fine. I go upstairs to play, I mean blog on the computer and #31 comes in the room and starts arguing with me about everything.  I told him we could discuss it at a different time, I just wanted some alone. So I said "Will You please leave me alone?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's Mr. Brilliant did................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He left the house!!!! He left all 3 kids downstairs and NEVER told me he was leaving!! ARE YOU SERIOUS?!?! Did we have a time warp back to high school and I missed it? Have I not spent the last 3 days in the ICU?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He left me there with all three of the kids and didn't say a word. Now remember I still had to pick up my sister and take her to the ICU for the first time. Great #31, Great!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I load all the kids up and take them to church to give them to him. I asked him for the keys to the car and he tells me no. Once again, ARE YOU SERIOUS?!?! You do remember that my dad is in the ICU possibly dying?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO I went to the mini van took out all the car seats, and set them by the tiny Mazda and I left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I texted him "Have Fun cramming all the kids in the back of the Mazda when you could of had the mini van, Jerk"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, this is my prince charming. The one that rescues me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/rants" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="03-rants Pictures, Images and Photos" src="http://i390.photobucket.com/albums/oo341/shadowtrollsreviews/03-rants.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6481683503381066122-5923480300229800968?l=warningrealliferants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://warningrealliferants.blogspot.com/feeds/5923480300229800968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6481683503381066122&amp;postID=5923480300229800968&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481683503381066122/posts/default/5923480300229800968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481683503381066122/posts/default/5923480300229800968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warningrealliferants.blogspot.com/2009/01/are-you-serious.html' title='Are You Serious?'/><author><name>skinnylattemama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03241254488386863144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vFP3lNvS4M4/SV-Ho6-VAYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dIYVAx35GZ8/S220/RetroGlamour.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6481683503381066122.post-4252051771677156978</id><published>2009-01-04T13:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T13:47:11.985-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Of You May Wonder............</title><content type='html'>........................Why I don't just up and leave #31. I will give you a quick and easy answer. You think I  rant now, wait and see what I am like raising 5, 3 &amp;amp; 2 by myself!!!!! :) No really we have almost 9 years of marriage together and three very young children. I also haven't worked in 5 years, I don't have a car and nothing in my name. It would be CRAZY if I let.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean he works 6 days a week so we are barley around each other anyway, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No really, he can still make me happy and laugh, we are just going through a ruff patch right now and I did say vows in front of my friends, family &amp;amp; God. That counts for something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, I guess that really wasn't a rant. Kinda glad too, because that would have been three rants in two days. Some might think I am hard to please *Big Grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well stayed tuned because tomorrow is a new day and I am sure it will have new rants!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/rants" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="03-rants Pictures, Images and Photos" src="http://i390.photobucket.com/albums/oo341/shadowtrollsreviews/03-rants.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6481683503381066122-4252051771677156978?l=warningrealliferants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://warningrealliferants.blogspot.com/feeds/4252051771677156978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6481683503381066122&amp;postID=4252051771677156978&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481683503381066122/posts/default/4252051771677156978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481683503381066122/posts/default/4252051771677156978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warningrealliferants.blogspot.com/2009/01/some-of-you-may-wonder.html' title='Some Of You May Wonder............'/><author><name>skinnylattemama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03241254488386863144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vFP3lNvS4M4/SV-Ho6-VAYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dIYVAx35GZ8/S220/RetroGlamour.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6481683503381066122.post-2375275297786855034</id><published>2009-01-03T11:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T11:52:03.990-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Figure It Out #31!!</title><content type='html'>Ok, So once again on a Saturday I am stuck inside ALL day with ALL of the kids. Oh, wait I take that back, monster-in-law wanted #5, the oldest, the one who can actually help me, over to spend the night at her house, and yes, to do ALLL the fun things you can do with a 5 year old that are almost impossible to do with a 3 &amp;amp; a 2 year old. Whewwww!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother's husband is still very sick in the ICU and she wanted me to come over today to help her organize her house, they just moved. So I called #31 who got off work rather early, like at 1:30 and asked him if he could come home and i could go to my moms to help her, I mean C'mon, her husband just had 3 major surgery's and is in the IC, She could use a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well my bright #31 said No, He NEEDS to go to the church to edit messages, You know the ones on the computer that aren't going anywhere. I can see wher that is sooo much more important then SICK PEOPLE &amp;amp; FAMILY MEMBERS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll just cross my fingers and hope he is home in time for me to go visit my Dad at 4:30. You can only go 4 times a day for a half an hour. If not, I am sure you will hear another Rant later on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, yea, I called him a second time to plead with him to come home so I could go but gave him the option, I mean, I didn't wan thim to come home and just be cranky, as usuall. But did he? nope he still chose to go, And hence was born the title, "Figure It Out #31!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/rants" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="03-rants Pictures, Images and Photos" src="http://i390.photobucket.com/albums/oo341/shadowtrollsreviews/03-rants.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6481683503381066122-2375275297786855034?l=warningrealliferants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://warningrealliferants.blogspot.com/feeds/2375275297786855034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6481683503381066122&amp;postID=2375275297786855034&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481683503381066122/posts/default/2375275297786855034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481683503381066122/posts/default/2375275297786855034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warningrealliferants.blogspot.com/2009/01/figure-it-out-31.html' title='Figure It Out #31!!'/><author><name>skinnylattemama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03241254488386863144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vFP3lNvS4M4/SV-Ho6-VAYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dIYVAx35GZ8/S220/RetroGlamour.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6481683503381066122.post-7624229952693811079</id><published>2009-01-03T07:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T08:20:16.509-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Now on to my first REAL post</title><content type='html'>Last night was a nightmare!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the olive garden with 31 &amp;amp; 2. It was an hour wait. Now I expected to half to deal with 2, because, well, he's 2 and he did pretty good. What I had a h&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ard&lt;/span&gt; time dealing with was 31!!!! I mean the man just stands there against the wall like he's mad at the word,He can't even &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;acknowledege&lt;/span&gt; that I am standing there right next to him!!! I can &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;talk&lt;/span&gt; and talk and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;talk till&lt;/span&gt; I am blue in the face and all that man does is always look SO mad!! I mean &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;C'mon&lt;/span&gt; lighten up, YOU are not the only one standing here waiting for some overpriced &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;itialin&lt;/span&gt; food!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So #2 is fussy from standing and sitting too long and #31 can't even &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;ackowledge&lt;/span&gt; our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;exsitience&lt;/span&gt;!! Can we just go home now, I am not even hungry anymore!!!.................Oh, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, it's our turn. We sit down and #2 won't stop crying but whatever I just pretend I can't hear him and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;contiue&lt;/span&gt; to read my very expensive overpriced menu!! Long story short, We eat and leave with little conversation. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Definitley&lt;/span&gt; worth the $40.00!!! I much rather would have went alone and #31 can go on home and sulk by himself!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I had to go visit my dad i the hospital, he is very very sick, on a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;ventilator&lt;/span&gt; and everything. A little back round on him, he does smoke pot and drink. I really don't care. I don't live with him and it doesn't even affect our family. Anyway I told #31 that when he is awake he is very agitated and they have to hurry up and put him back asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He proceeds to tell me that he just probably doing it for PAIN &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;MEDS&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARE YOU SERIOUS!!!! He just had 2 major &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;surgery's&lt;/span&gt;, one was life threatening and he is on every single tube and machine there is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; you proceed to tell me he is doing it for the pain &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;meds&lt;/span&gt;???? I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;can't&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;even&lt;/span&gt; blog about this one. It is too far out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grow up #31!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/rants" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="03-rants Pictures, Images and Photos" src="http://i390.photobucket.com/albums/oo341/shadowtrollsreviews/03-rants.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6481683503381066122-7624229952693811079?l=warningrealliferants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://warningrealliferants.blogspot.com/feeds/7624229952693811079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6481683503381066122&amp;postID=7624229952693811079&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481683503381066122/posts/default/7624229952693811079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481683503381066122/posts/default/7624229952693811079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warningrealliferants.blogspot.com/2009/01/now-on-to-my-first-real-post.html' title='Now on to my first REAL post'/><author><name>skinnylattemama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03241254488386863144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vFP3lNvS4M4/SV-Ho6-VAYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dIYVAx35GZ8/S220/RetroGlamour.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6481683503381066122.post-2069561054383864678</id><published>2009-01-03T06:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T08:19:47.997-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My First post</title><content type='html'>Well I have decided o do a public, "private" blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see I have lots of friend and family that cruise around online but I needed a place to share my real life stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I needed somewhere that I could vent about my husband, my children and just life in general.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will never use real names of people because I really don't want to hurt any ones feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is basically just for me:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will start off with a little about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a 26 year old mother of 3. As of now all of my children are under the age of 5. Yes, I know, WHAT AS I THINKING!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been married to the same man for a little over 8 years, and let me tell you, we have a love hate relationship. I will explain more later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to work in the medical field but have currently been a stay-at-home-mom for about 5 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I am over worked and under appreciated. I cook 5 out of 7 nights and the other 2 nights are leftovers. I do EVERYONES laundry. I clean the whole house, by myself.  We only have one car so my husband takes that to work and i am stuck with NO transportation during the day. oh, Yea, and my husband works 6 days a week. Even taking the kids to the doctor is a hassle, I have to find a baby-sitter and a car!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I know there are a lot of people who have it worse then me but this is my blog to vent on!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/rants" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="03-rants Pictures, Images and Photos" src="http://i390.photobucket.com/albums/oo341/shadowtrollsreviews/03-rants.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6481683503381066122-2069561054383864678?l=warningrealliferants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://warningrealliferants.blogspot.com/feeds/2069561054383864678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6481683503381066122&amp;postID=2069561054383864678&amp;isPopup=true' title='60 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481683503381066122/posts/default/2069561054383864678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481683503381066122/posts/default/2069561054383864678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warningrealliferants.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-first-post.html' title='My First post'/><author><name>skinnylattemama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03241254488386863144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vFP3lNvS4M4/SV-Ho6-VAYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dIYVAx35GZ8/S220/RetroGlamour.jpg'/></author><thr:total>60</thr:total></entry></feed>
