<?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-4608213114627413142</id><updated>2011-10-07T17:12:14.575-06:00</updated><category term='exercise'/><category term='good stuff'/><category term='technology'/><category term='me'/><category term='mr. man'/><category term='sisters'/><category term='gratitude list'/><category term='politics'/><category term='intro'/><category term='divorce'/><category term='good for you stuff'/><category term='goals'/><category term='projects'/><category term='weight-loss'/><category term='school'/><category term='the Y'/><category term='links'/><category term='what were they thinking'/><category term='just gotta laugh'/><category term='life'/><category term='sleep'/><category term='miss magoo'/><category term='cool stuff'/><category term='summer'/><category term='something funny'/><category term='church'/><category term='food'/><category term='pj'/><category term='family'/><category term='new life'/><category term='health'/><category term='primary'/><category term='healthy living'/><category term='kids'/><title type='text'>I'm just saying...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moddysstuff.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4608213114627413142/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moddysstuff.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Dorri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07868849480007230750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mSfqxBLhNO4/TVnuYHHvIKI/AAAAAAAAAHY/ud_SHGEDytQ/s220/Picture%2B15%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>55</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4608213114627413142.post-8487895165225180406</id><published>2011-02-15T22:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T22:21:16.140-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weight-loss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>More Updates</title><content type='html'>So while I realize that it's Tuesday and I should've posted yesterday,&amp;nbsp;but I&amp;nbsp;didn't and I'm pretty sure that I'll live.&amp;nbsp; So here we go.&lt;br /&gt;As of yesterday I'm down 2 lbs for the week.&amp;nbsp; I was hoping for 3 but I'll be happy with 2.&amp;nbsp; This last 9 lbs has been the slowest to come off.&amp;nbsp; On Christmas Eve I was down 29 lbs, and as of yesterday I'm down 39lbs.&amp;nbsp; So it has taken me a little over 7 wks to lose those 10 lbs.&amp;nbsp; That's a long time considering most months I was averaging 9 lbs a month.&amp;nbsp; So yes I'm a little frustrated, but I knew that once school started and my schedule changed things might slow down.&amp;nbsp; And added to that I only did my water aerobics class once each for the last 2 weeks.&amp;nbsp; I have found that I am really missing that class, it has been a great stress reliever for me.&amp;nbsp; I just hoping that I can fit it in once this week too and then maybe next week I can get back on track.&amp;nbsp; My weight-lifting class on the other hand is going good, I am loving doing the weights again.&amp;nbsp; It is such a great feeling to push and pull heavy weights and see what my body is capable of.&lt;br /&gt;On the kiddo's front it has been up and down.&amp;nbsp; The kids are both busy with school and homework.&amp;nbsp; Near the end of last week Miss Magoo was complaining of a sore throat and was doing a LOT of coughing especially at night.&amp;nbsp; And while at first her coughing wasn't keeping her up, just lucky me.&amp;nbsp; By Thursday night it was waking her up too.&amp;nbsp; So Friday after a busy running around day I got her into the Dr's.&amp;nbsp; Good thing too, she tested positive for Strep.&amp;nbsp; Poor kid.&amp;nbsp; By Saturday she was back to her happy bouncy self.&amp;nbsp; We even went to the BSU men's bball game.&amp;nbsp; The main reason for going was the BSU was honoring all the students that achieved a gpa of 3.50 or higher.&amp;nbsp;Before the game they had a reception where there was&amp;nbsp;pizza and they&amp;nbsp;handed out certificates for those who made the list. Then during the half-time portion of the men's game all of us who made the list got to walk out on the court and wave to those in the crowd.&amp;nbsp; It was a little geeky feeling on one hand, but also cool feeling too.&amp;nbsp; I mean I worked HARD for my grades, and I'm proud of that.&amp;nbsp; The kids got a kick out of seeing their momma on the court waving up at them.&amp;nbsp;I want my kids to know that college is important and that I'm doing all this hard work for them too.&amp;nbsp; And in the long run (hopefully not too long) all this hard work it going to pay off for all of us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4608213114627413142-8487895165225180406?l=moddysstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moddysstuff.blogspot.com/feeds/8487895165225180406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4608213114627413142&amp;postID=8487895165225180406' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4608213114627413142/posts/default/8487895165225180406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4608213114627413142/posts/default/8487895165225180406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moddysstuff.blogspot.com/2011/02/more-updates.html' title='More Updates'/><author><name>Dorri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07868849480007230750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mSfqxBLhNO4/TVnuYHHvIKI/AAAAAAAAAHY/ud_SHGEDytQ/s220/Picture%2B15%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4608213114627413142.post-266603549357691270</id><published>2011-02-08T21:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T21:27:59.547-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>Whinny Me</title><content type='html'>So school has been extra hard this semester, and in reality it will only keep on getting harder. Which makes me what to hide under a rock.&amp;nbsp; And I keep thinking it's not fair, I liked it so much better when I understood exactly what the instructor was talking about. But now they are talking about things I only kinda understand&amp;nbsp;or don't get at all.&amp;nbsp; And I'm not liking that so much.&amp;nbsp; This morning while my Econ professor was trying to explain to several of us who didn't get it (see it's not just me) about how to calculate the yield to maturity on a bond it finally clicked, again.&amp;nbsp; I'm not here to learn the easy stuff or re-learn the stuff I already know, I'm here to learn the hard stuff and learn new things.&amp;nbsp; That's what is making me a better student and a better person.&amp;nbsp; I know that I didn't pick a fluff major ( but really at this point any major would have it's challenges), there is a lot of hard stuff that I am going to have to learn over the next year and 1/2ish.&amp;nbsp; And most of it is going to have me doing way more stretching and growing than I want too.&amp;nbsp; But I know it's for my own good.&amp;nbsp; That in the long run it will be for my benefit and the benefit of my children. So here's to growing and stretching and learning new things about life and about me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4608213114627413142-266603549357691270?l=moddysstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moddysstuff.blogspot.com/feeds/266603549357691270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4608213114627413142&amp;postID=266603549357691270' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4608213114627413142/posts/default/266603549357691270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4608213114627413142/posts/default/266603549357691270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moddysstuff.blogspot.com/2011/02/whinny-me.html' title='Whinny Me'/><author><name>Dorri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07868849480007230750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mSfqxBLhNO4/TVnuYHHvIKI/AAAAAAAAAHY/ud_SHGEDytQ/s220/Picture%2B15%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4608213114627413142.post-7411496697241570391</id><published>2011-02-07T20:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T20:32:11.044-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weight-loss'/><title type='text'>Different Week New Numbers</title><content type='html'>So the last two&amp;nbsp;weeks like every week since I started back to school were crazy.&amp;nbsp; I think I'm getting used to my new normal, craziness.&amp;nbsp; Last was good for the most part.&amp;nbsp; Only lost 1lb last week, not thrilled but it was a loss not a gain so that's good.&amp;nbsp; This week though I feel like I'm getting back into my grove that I had going before Christmas.&amp;nbsp; Today the scale showed that I was down 3 lbs.!&amp;nbsp; That's the kind of numbers that I like to see. I wasn't able to get on the treadmill as much as I wanted last week but I still walked a total of 8 miles, so not bad.&lt;br /&gt;In other news:&lt;br /&gt;Friday Jan. 28th I took the kids to see the Living Legends, it was so fabulous!!&amp;nbsp; Both the kids loved it, even if before hand they both were a little whinny about having to go.&amp;nbsp; The performers were incredible, if you have a chance to see them I highly recommend it.&lt;br /&gt;Saturday Jan. 29th I took the kids to see the BSU women's basketball team play.&amp;nbsp; We lost, everyone was very sad, but it was&amp;nbsp;a ton of fun.&amp;nbsp; Again both kids weren't so sure about going, but once we were there they couldn't sit still in their seats.&amp;nbsp; The crowd was sadly rather small so the kids had a lot of room to dance around to the music.&amp;nbsp; They both made it on the big screen 4 times each, which made their night.&amp;nbsp; Part way through the game Miss Magoo leans over to ask me where the "women" were.&amp;nbsp; I pointed to the court and said there they where.&amp;nbsp; She was a little offended and told me that "those were teenagers" and reminded me that I had promised to take her to a "women's" basketball game.&amp;nbsp; So we had a little talk about how women's and girl's basketball teams were really&amp;nbsp; the same thing, just different names.&lt;br /&gt;Earlier in the day on Saturday I had taken the kids to BSU for their Engineering Day.&amp;nbsp; It was crazy busy.&amp;nbsp; There where demonstrations, exhibits, and hands-projects around every corner.&amp;nbsp; The kids got to build with keva blocks, helped to&amp;nbsp;make a balloon replica of some kind of molecule or other, try and build a earthquake proof house, ride a hoover craft, made a miniature catapult and finally made a spool car.&amp;nbsp; All in all it was a great weekend, and it took me all week to recover from it.&lt;br /&gt;Last week was just more school, kids at the dad's and me trying to catch my breath and get ready to start this week and do it all over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Totals so far:&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 37lbs &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another side note&amp;nbsp; Miss Magoo and I went and saw Tangled Saturday while her brother had his birthday party.&amp;nbsp; Loved loved loved the movie, this is one we will be buying when it comes out!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4608213114627413142-7411496697241570391?l=moddysstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moddysstuff.blogspot.com/feeds/7411496697241570391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4608213114627413142&amp;postID=7411496697241570391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4608213114627413142/posts/default/7411496697241570391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4608213114627413142/posts/default/7411496697241570391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moddysstuff.blogspot.com/2011/02/different-week-new-numbers.html' title='Different Week New Numbers'/><author><name>Dorri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07868849480007230750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mSfqxBLhNO4/TVnuYHHvIKI/AAAAAAAAAHY/ud_SHGEDytQ/s220/Picture%2B15%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4608213114627413142.post-6070729728063474970</id><published>2011-01-25T16:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T16:56:57.060-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='miss magoo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pj'/><title type='text'>More Numbers and Updates</title><content type='html'>So I missed updating my numbers yesterday, oh well is was a crazy day.&amp;nbsp; I started my new semester last Tuesday, and WOW this is going to be a busy busy semester.&amp;nbsp; All of my classes started with a bang, and their off with no slowing down in sight.&amp;nbsp; That's okay I'm sure that I will survive at least I hope I do.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Okay on to the numbers.&amp;nbsp; Sad to say that I only lost 1 lb this past week.&amp;nbsp; But I'm okay with it.&amp;nbsp; I got almost no time with the treadmill because of school starting and trying to work back into my schedule.&amp;nbsp; Last semester I was able to walk on the treadmill for 20 to 30 minutes every morning.&amp;nbsp; I would get the kids on the bus for their school, do my walking, then head home and get ready for my school and be on campus for&amp;nbsp;9:40 class.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;This semester I have a 9:15 class 2 days a week so no walking those mornings, and the other three mornings seem to be hard to get on the treadmill too.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I've decided that I'm still going to try and get it in.&amp;nbsp; One good thing about my new schedule is my weight-lifting class.&amp;nbsp; I started the actual lifting last Thursday, and&amp;nbsp;was&amp;nbsp;somewhat sore for the next couple days.&amp;nbsp; I did more lifting today, and I don't feel as sore, so I'm hoping tomorrow isn't too bad.&amp;nbsp; Anyway, in a nut shell life is crazy and looks to remain that way for the next few months at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, Miss Magoo turned 7 last week and we celebrated with a trip to Red Robin&amp;nbsp;and a birthday party.&amp;nbsp; This was the first time she has had a birthday day and it was very exciting, and even better we all survived it.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PJ will be turning 10 next week and his dad will be taking care of his birthday party for me.&amp;nbsp; He and a couple of his friends will be going bowling so that should be a fun time for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYU's Living Legends is performing here Friday night.&amp;nbsp; I am so excited to take the kids.&amp;nbsp; I remember going and seeing the Young Ambassadors perform whenever they came to town growing up.&amp;nbsp; It's exciting to pass this on to my kids. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Totals so far: 33lbs lost, 15 inches (total) lost.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4608213114627413142-6070729728063474970?l=moddysstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moddysstuff.blogspot.com/feeds/6070729728063474970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4608213114627413142&amp;postID=6070729728063474970' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4608213114627413142/posts/default/6070729728063474970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4608213114627413142/posts/default/6070729728063474970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moddysstuff.blogspot.com/2011/01/more-numbers-and-updates.html' title='More Numbers and Updates'/><author><name>Dorri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07868849480007230750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mSfqxBLhNO4/TVnuYHHvIKI/AAAAAAAAAHY/ud_SHGEDytQ/s220/Picture%2B15%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4608213114627413142.post-5174618054996390088</id><published>2011-01-17T20:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T20:38:23.918-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weight-loss'/><title type='text'>Checking In</title><content type='html'>So it's 17 days into the new year, and so far so good.&amp;nbsp; I finished my little 3 wk class, it wasn't as bad as I thought it would be in some ways and in other ways it seriously tried to kick my butt.&amp;nbsp; But I prevailed, and while I didn't quite get the grade I was hoping for (I got a B-)&amp;nbsp; I'm still happy with the results.&amp;nbsp; So now on to my regular semester which starts tomorrow, and I'm already stressing.&amp;nbsp; I'm taking four upper division classes along with another math class ( 2 down, 2 to go).&amp;nbsp; And just for fun, just because I totally want too I'm taking a weight-lifting class.&amp;nbsp; I took one last spring semester and loved it.&amp;nbsp; And while I didn't actually lose any weight, I lost 3% of my bmi.&amp;nbsp; I wasn't surprised that I didn't lose any weight that semester, in fact I think the only reason I didn't gain weight was because of the class.&amp;nbsp; That was a pretty emotional semester for me.&amp;nbsp; Anywhoo, I'm super excited to be doing the weight-lifting class again, I found out I can repeat the class like 8 times before I can't take it anymore, yea me!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;So these past 17 days I have been doing so good on my goals.&amp;nbsp; In fact last week and the week before I've gotten in 6 to 7 days a week or walking.&amp;nbsp; Normally I don't walk on Sunday, but these last two Sundays have been stressful/emotional days so I decided to try and walk it off.&amp;nbsp; In addition to the walking I have also gotten in 2 days a week of my water aerobic class at the Y.&amp;nbsp; I am feeling so good.&amp;nbsp; Today which is my weigh in day saw a loss of &lt;strong&gt;4&lt;/strong&gt; lbs from last week.&amp;nbsp; &lt;strong&gt;4&lt;/strong&gt; lbs I tell you!!&amp;nbsp; That made for a very happy me this morning.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;So I think that I've found a new little motivator for me.&amp;nbsp; See there is a very special someone (who from this point forward shall be forever referred to as Mr. DA)&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;that has been stressing me out to the point I can't sleep, or sometimes even think straight.&amp;nbsp;And I&amp;nbsp;really needed my sleep these last few weeks, and of course over the next semester I'll need my sleep even more.&amp;nbsp; So my new plan is whenever I start to get stressed out or overwhelmed with life, if at all possible I go walk it off.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Last week alone I walked 17+miles on the treadmill.&amp;nbsp; I'm a&amp;nbsp;genius!&amp;nbsp; Not only do I&amp;nbsp;take my stress out on the treadmill, but I'm losing weight and looking great (so my mom tells me)&amp;nbsp;in the process.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my totals so far:&amp;nbsp; 32lbs lost, 2 pant sizes, and lots of inches (I'll have the #'s next time)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;* I actually started this weight-loss journey back at the end of Sept. but I'm just now sharing&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and on a totally unrelated note I just discovered &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XwO7XziWK10"&gt;Paul Cardall's&lt;/a&gt; music, wishing I had heard of him forever ago, his music is my new go to when I need to feel some&amp;nbsp;peace. I also use it for my kids bedtime music and they love it too!&amp;nbsp; Seriously click on the link and listen!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4608213114627413142-5174618054996390088?l=moddysstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moddysstuff.blogspot.com/feeds/5174618054996390088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4608213114627413142&amp;postID=5174618054996390088' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4608213114627413142/posts/default/5174618054996390088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4608213114627413142/posts/default/5174618054996390088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moddysstuff.blogspot.com/2011/01/checking-in.html' title='Checking In'/><author><name>Dorri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07868849480007230750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mSfqxBLhNO4/TVnuYHHvIKI/AAAAAAAAAHY/ud_SHGEDytQ/s220/Picture%2B15%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4608213114627413142.post-3512026360987596089</id><published>2011-01-01T20:13:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T10:53:53.805-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>New Year, new goals, sorta</title><content type='html'>So it's a New Year. I general do not make resolutions. In years past when I have, I've failed miserably. But last year I had a break through! I actually made and kept two goals for myself ALL YEAR LONG! This was a huge accomplishment for me. The two goals I set were to not eat fast food, and no drinking soda pop. At first I just wanted to see if I could go a month or two with out those things. But as I got farther into the year, the longer I wanted to make it. It wasn't originally meant to last the whole year, but I did it anyway. It feels so good to know that I did it!! Yay me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway so for this year I'm going to make some rather generic goals, ones I'm sure millions of others have made. And you know what I'm good with that.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My goals are:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Eat healthy/Lose weight/Exercise 3-5 days a week (see I'm giving myself a little room there) Those all kind of go together, so they are technically one goal.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Be a better mom.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Make the deans list each semester.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;BE HAPPY!! (that one's in all caps, because I really mean it this time)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Start looking ahead, instead of looking back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4608213114627413142-3512026360987596089?l=moddysstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moddysstuff.blogspot.com/feeds/3512026360987596089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4608213114627413142&amp;postID=3512026360987596089' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4608213114627413142/posts/default/3512026360987596089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4608213114627413142/posts/default/3512026360987596089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moddysstuff.blogspot.com/2011/01/new-year-new-goals-sorta.html' title='New Year, new goals, sorta'/><author><name>Dorri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07868849480007230750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mSfqxBLhNO4/TVnuYHHvIKI/AAAAAAAAAHY/ud_SHGEDytQ/s220/Picture%2B15%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4608213114627413142.post-363697242757767052</id><published>2010-11-09T21:01:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T21:15:46.002-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='church'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gratitude list'/><title type='text'>Happy Weekends With My Kids</title><content type='html'>So I missed a few days.  This weekend was a little crazy,  but nothing new there.  My kids usually spend the first three weekends of the month (during the school year) with their dad.  But we swapped weekends for Halloween, so they were with me this past weekend.  Anyway, we had a fun time. &lt;br /&gt;PJ's old school out in Caldwell was having a Christmas bazaar, so we headed out there.  It was so nice to run into friends of mine that still live there.  We saw some fun stuff, had pictures with Santa, and found some cute hair flowers for Miss Magoo.  I was just nice to spend sometime with both of them without all the craziness of school and homework and everything else we do. &lt;br /&gt;Sunday we went to church together.  While sometimes it is nice to be able to sit through Sacrament meeting without being mauled by my kids.  Or having them get up to use the bathroom, blow their nose, get a drink every five seconds.  And I do enjoy getting to actually listen to the speakers.  I've found that most Sundays when they aren't with me, I miss them, A LOT!!  It's just not the same sitting in church by myself without one of them snuggled up to me while we sing a hymn, or reminding them to fold their arms for a prayer.  So this past weekend it was lovely having them sit with me.  And the best part, they were so good!!  (I should probably whisper that last part with my fingers crossed) &lt;br /&gt;So today (any really yesterday and Sunday too )  I'm grateful that I had my kids with me and we got to enjoy some time together.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4608213114627413142-363697242757767052?l=moddysstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moddysstuff.blogspot.com/feeds/363697242757767052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4608213114627413142&amp;postID=363697242757767052' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4608213114627413142/posts/default/363697242757767052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4608213114627413142/posts/default/363697242757767052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moddysstuff.blogspot.com/2010/11/happy-weekends-with-my-kids.html' title='Happy Weekends With My Kids'/><author><name>Dorri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07868849480007230750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mSfqxBLhNO4/TVnuYHHvIKI/AAAAAAAAAHY/ud_SHGEDytQ/s220/Picture%2B15%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4608213114627413142.post-79446646256410756</id><published>2010-11-04T21:17:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T21:23:17.347-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='technology'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gratitude list'/><title type='text'>The Internet</title><content type='html'>Today I am so very thankful for the internet.  There are so many reasons really.  Bu today, I'll just list a few that have come to mind in the last few hours. &lt;br /&gt;I can submit my homework on line. So when the professor says it due by 11:59 pm, no problem.&lt;br /&gt;I can get help with my math homework almost instantly, no matter the time of day or night in some cases.&lt;br /&gt;I allows me to keep in touch with my family and friends.&lt;br /&gt;It helps me look up speech topics.&lt;br /&gt;It lets me keep track/pay of my bills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's it for today folks.  The internet is (really has been for a while) my new best friend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4608213114627413142-79446646256410756?l=moddysstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moddysstuff.blogspot.com/feeds/79446646256410756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4608213114627413142&amp;postID=79446646256410756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4608213114627413142/posts/default/79446646256410756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4608213114627413142/posts/default/79446646256410756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moddysstuff.blogspot.com/2010/11/internet.html' title='The Internet'/><author><name>Dorri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07868849480007230750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mSfqxBLhNO4/TVnuYHHvIKI/AAAAAAAAAHY/ud_SHGEDytQ/s220/Picture%2B15%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4608213114627413142.post-5248686441547870692</id><published>2010-11-03T20:51:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T21:07:40.225-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the Y'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gratitude list'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exercise'/><title type='text'>The "Y"</title><content type='html'>Today I am grateful for the YMCA, or I guess as they are now calling themselves the "Y".  This past spring the kids and I joined the Y.  The first few months I'll admit that we didn't use the membership much, didn't take advantage of it like we should have.  But that has changed in the last few months.  In July I started the kids in swim lessons at the Y.  The swim instructors there are great.  They are patient and caring.  When Miss Magoo started her lessons there she wouldn't even put her head under water.  Monday night she jumped in the water, granted in was jumping to her swim teacher, still she jumped in the water!!  That is a huge improvement for her.  She still has a ways to go with her swimming, but she's getting it, and loving it.  PJ loves swimming there too.  But he has recently discovered the racquetball courts, and it having a lot of fun there too.  Every couple of weeks we make it in to the rock wall room.  They kids have a ball climbing the walls, and I don't have to tell them to get off the walls, it's a win win situation.  But the main reason that I'm in love with the Y lately is their water aerobics classes.  I started taking water aerobics back in August.  But I wasn't serious about it.  Most weeks I'd go once or twice, I liked, I got a good workout.  But I wasn't pushing myself in the classes.  But about  eight weeks ago I decided that I needed to really start moving in the classes.  I'm now going 4 days a week doing an hour class at a time.  I love it.  I get so much more out of the work-outs than before.  And I'm seeing a difference in me too.  I have found that not only is it great exercise, it's also a great stress reliever.   I love going, it's something I look forward to.  I have finally found exercise that I like to do, yea me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4608213114627413142-5248686441547870692?l=moddysstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moddysstuff.blogspot.com/feeds/5248686441547870692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4608213114627413142&amp;postID=5248686441547870692' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4608213114627413142/posts/default/5248686441547870692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4608213114627413142/posts/default/5248686441547870692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moddysstuff.blogspot.com/2010/11/y.html' title='The &quot;Y&quot;'/><author><name>Dorri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07868849480007230750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mSfqxBLhNO4/TVnuYHHvIKI/AAAAAAAAAHY/ud_SHGEDytQ/s220/Picture%2B15%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4608213114627413142.post-1039551553122384053</id><published>2010-11-02T22:03:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T22:09:41.143-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sleep'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gratitude list'/><title type='text'>My Bed</title><content type='html'>Sorry, that's all I've got today.  Last night it was late when I got to bed, and I got up earlier than normal today.  Today just seemed like it was abnormally long.  So now here it is 10:00 pm and I'm tard sharn.  So for today I'm so very grateful for my lovely, comfy, big bed.  (though the sleeping in a big bed solo is not so fun, but that's a whole other post).  And here's hoping for a good night sleep without dreams about math and accounting homework.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4608213114627413142-1039551553122384053?l=moddysstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moddysstuff.blogspot.com/feeds/1039551553122384053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4608213114627413142&amp;postID=1039551553122384053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4608213114627413142/posts/default/1039551553122384053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4608213114627413142/posts/default/1039551553122384053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moddysstuff.blogspot.com/2010/11/my-bed.html' title='My Bed'/><author><name>Dorri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07868849480007230750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mSfqxBLhNO4/TVnuYHHvIKI/AAAAAAAAAHY/ud_SHGEDytQ/s220/Picture%2B15%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4608213114627413142.post-5910163741014134484</id><published>2010-11-01T21:31:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T21:41:43.249-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gratitude list'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>Today I am Thankful for...</title><content type='html'>I remember doing this a couple of years ago*, or maybe I'm just remembering that I wanted to do this.  Whatever, anyway since it is November (really how did it get to be November already??)  and seeing as we will be celebrating Thanks Giving in s few short weeks, I wanted to get my thankfulness wheels going.&lt;br /&gt;So I'm going to try and post something everyday that I am thankful for.  Don't hold me to the everyday post, as things are getting crazy busy with school right now.  But I am going to try. &lt;br /&gt;So today, Nov. 1, 2010 I am thankful for Pell Grants and Student Loans.  Yes I realize that is a odd thing to be thankful for.  But I am getting ready to register for my classes for next semester (tomorrow in fact, keep your fingers crossed that I get the classes I want/need).  But today I found out that the student loan I applied for came through.  I am taking an intersession class this Christmas break.  It's a session between the two regular semesters.  The session is 3 wks long, that is they cram 15 wks of class down into 3 wks of class, now won't that be fun!&lt;br /&gt;So today I am grateful that I am able to get not only Pell Grants (cause who doesn't like free money to pay for school!!!) but also for student loans to make up the difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Erika, I'm pretty sure I got this idea from you a few years back, so THANKS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4608213114627413142-5910163741014134484?l=moddysstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moddysstuff.blogspot.com/feeds/5910163741014134484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4608213114627413142&amp;postID=5910163741014134484' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4608213114627413142/posts/default/5910163741014134484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4608213114627413142/posts/default/5910163741014134484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moddysstuff.blogspot.com/2010/11/today-i-am-thankful-for.html' title='Today I am Thankful for...'/><author><name>Dorri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07868849480007230750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mSfqxBLhNO4/TVnuYHHvIKI/AAAAAAAAAHY/ud_SHGEDytQ/s220/Picture%2B15%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4608213114627413142.post-8231518552824984876</id><published>2010-05-11T21:59:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T23:49:16.911-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>Things I've Learned in The Last Four Months</title><content type='html'>Well I started back to school Jan. 19th. And since then I've learned ALOT, and most of it wasn't in the classroom. Though I learned a lot there too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First a few things I learned in the classroom:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I could never be a college professor, props to those who can, but it's not in me. In fact I'm pretty sure, no positive, that teaching period isn't in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-How did I ever make it through high school without reading Macbeth. When I mentioned in my Eng lit class that I'd never read it you'd have thought I'd grown a third eye the way everyone looked at me. Oh well, I've read it now and I think I got most of it and I did enjoy reading it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I like doing math, it was fun for me for the first time in for like ever. I hated math in high school, I did 2 first semesters of algebra and dropped it both times because I was failing it. But now I'm getting it, I like it, it makes so much sense to me. And here's hoping that I still feel that way through the next 4 or 5 math classes that I have to take before I graduate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-That not all college professors, teachers, instructors (I get confused as what to call some of them) are not created equal. I had an awesome Eng &amp;amp; Math teacher, I loved the energy of my weight-lifting instructor. And while my econ teacher had some great stories, and did a good job teaching me econ, it was hard to follow his train of thought sometimes. Oh and the assistant for my 3 ITM classes ROCKED. Grace got me through those 3, 8 wks classes and saved my rear-end more than a few times. So now I'm worried, did I just get lucky with my professors the first time around or can I get a repeat for next semester??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then there are the things I learned just walking around campus and watching other students.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Before you wear that really cute skirt or shorts out in public do us all a favor and bend over in front of a mirror so you can see what you are showing all of us. Believe me it ain't pretty, no one should be exposed to that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Men should not under any circumstance wear capris, it's just shouldn't be done, EVER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Guys should never wear scary deep-v-neck-shirts that are paper thin looking, it's just creepy in a really bad way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-No matter how cute you think it looks, wearing sweats with anything written across your rear-end is tacky, and we'll leave it at that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-The bump-it is alive and thriving. I think in my econ class alone I counted over 2 dozen girls that had suspicions looking bumps on their heads. And my theory is that some girls may believe that the bigger the bump on their head the smart they are, but again it's just a theory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Apparently if you wear a perky little bow in your hair you are intitled to giggle obnoxiously at everything your boyfriend says even when it makes absolutely no sense at all. But you must have a hair bow in every color to match every possible color of shirt you own, and you must wear a bow every-single-freaking-day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I hope that man-purses never become popular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Wearing a bra is never opptional. And please do not wear anything see-through if you do decide to go to go bra-less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are just a few of my observations of my time spent on campus. I'm sure that come August when I go back I'll have even more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4608213114627413142-8231518552824984876?l=moddysstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moddysstuff.blogspot.com/feeds/8231518552824984876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4608213114627413142&amp;postID=8231518552824984876' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4608213114627413142/posts/default/8231518552824984876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4608213114627413142/posts/default/8231518552824984876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moddysstuff.blogspot.com/2010/05/things-ive-learned-in-last-four-months.html' title='Things I&apos;ve Learned in The Last Four Months'/><author><name>Dorri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07868849480007230750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mSfqxBLhNO4/TVnuYHHvIKI/AAAAAAAAAHY/ud_SHGEDytQ/s220/Picture%2B15%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4608213114627413142.post-5523166028798948696</id><published>2010-04-17T12:21:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T15:22:44.568-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><title type='text'>Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wbJ5t_t2ozA/S8omTb8V1XI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/ZiHqnlM2ziQ/s1600/pj_1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 312px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 250px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461219613500364146" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wbJ5t_t2ozA/S8omTb8V1XI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/ZiHqnlM2ziQ/s400/pj_1.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wbJ5t_t2ozA/S8omSzhRtpI/AAAAAAAAAGI/6Wi6mt8im2Q/s1600/em_1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 312px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 250px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461219602649429650" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wbJ5t_t2ozA/S8omSzhRtpI/AAAAAAAAAGI/6Wi6mt8im2Q/s400/em_1.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wbJ5t_t2ozA/S8omDA71YAI/AAAAAAAAAGA/We9xVZvUhfQ/s1600/both_1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 312px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461219331372572674" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wbJ5t_t2ozA/S8omDA71YAI/AAAAAAAAAGA/We9xVZvUhfQ/s400/both_1.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wbJ5t_t2ozA/S8omCycAuiI/AAAAAAAAAF4/49yp2lZkA4A/s1600/all3_3.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 312px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 250px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461219327481002530" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wbJ5t_t2ozA/S8omCycAuiI/AAAAAAAAAF4/49yp2lZkA4A/s400/all3_3.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wbJ5t_t2ozA/S8ol0kUpw6I/AAAAAAAAAFw/zytOEM5td1s/s1600/both_1.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Since I decided not to order school pictures for the kids from their school this year, and since school is almost over, I felt like maybe it was time to get their pictures done. So today the 3 of went and got pictures done. And since we were all ready there I decided to go ahead and have a family picture taken of the 3 of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4608213114627413142-5523166028798948696?l=moddysstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moddysstuff.blogspot.com/feeds/5523166028798948696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4608213114627413142&amp;postID=5523166028798948696' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4608213114627413142/posts/default/5523166028798948696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4608213114627413142/posts/default/5523166028798948696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moddysstuff.blogspot.com/2010/04/pictures.html' title='Pictures'/><author><name>Dorri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07868849480007230750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mSfqxBLhNO4/TVnuYHHvIKI/AAAAAAAAAHY/ud_SHGEDytQ/s220/Picture%2B15%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wbJ5t_t2ozA/S8omTb8V1XI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/ZiHqnlM2ziQ/s72-c/pj_1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4608213114627413142.post-1239556563897961819</id><published>2010-04-04T11:13:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T21:49:17.523-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='divorce'/><title type='text'>The Bug</title><content type='html'>Years ago there was a country song, something about sometimes your the windshield and sometimes your the bug. For the last while I've felt like the bug. It feels like I've hit a windshield and now I'm trying to pull myself back together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many things I can't seem to get a handle on. At times I feel like I'm trying to hold on to nothing. That whatever it was I thought was there isn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today wasn't so bad, but yesterday and the day before that I don't know.  I'll be cruising along and at the drop of a hat I want to sit down and cry, really really cry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though somedays there isn't any crying or desire to cry, just frumpiness.  I just don't want to do anything.  I do do things, I have to, there is no one else to do it if I don't.  Maybe that's it, there isn't anyone else to do it and that's the part the sucks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4608213114627413142-1239556563897961819?l=moddysstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moddysstuff.blogspot.com/feeds/1239556563897961819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4608213114627413142&amp;postID=1239556563897961819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4608213114627413142/posts/default/1239556563897961819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4608213114627413142/posts/default/1239556563897961819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moddysstuff.blogspot.com/2010/04/bug.html' title='The Bug'/><author><name>Dorri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07868849480007230750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mSfqxBLhNO4/TVnuYHHvIKI/AAAAAAAAAHY/ud_SHGEDytQ/s220/Picture%2B15%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4608213114627413142.post-5479550217920925709</id><published>2010-03-14T22:12:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T22:45:09.746-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new life'/><title type='text'>Nice to Meet You</title><content type='html'>I figured it was about time.  I thought that I'd introduce myself again.  You know for all 2 people that read my sadly lacking blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My name is Dorri, I'm a single full-time mom to 2 of the worlds cutest &amp;amp; busiest kids.  When I first started blogging or I guess reading blogs I signed on with the name Moddy, which I will continue to use.  But I felt like I wanted to get the real me out there too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I said I'm a mom to 2 kids, PJ who is 9 and Miss Magoo who is 6. I am also a full-time student. I haven't been in school since June 95.  But I'm learning that I can do both.  When I have time I like to read, sew, read funny blogs, and take long walks on the beach. (which could be hard as there are no beaches here, but hey a girl can dream) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess that's me.  I hope to do a better job keeping up with my blog.  Keeping track of my kids accomplishments and mine as well.  Along with the everyday craziness of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it's nice to meet you, though I suspect I already know about the 2 people who read this, let me know about you anyway.  Really it's good for the soul! At least it will be for mine!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4608213114627413142-5479550217920925709?l=moddysstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moddysstuff.blogspot.com/feeds/5479550217920925709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4608213114627413142&amp;postID=5479550217920925709' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4608213114627413142/posts/default/5479550217920925709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4608213114627413142/posts/default/5479550217920925709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moddysstuff.blogspot.com/2010/03/nice-to-meet-you.html' title='Nice to Meet You'/><author><name>Dorri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07868849480007230750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mSfqxBLhNO4/TVnuYHHvIKI/AAAAAAAAAHY/ud_SHGEDytQ/s220/Picture%2B15%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4608213114627413142.post-6294541251718663572</id><published>2010-01-02T21:57:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T22:00:25.077-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='miss magoo'/><title type='text'>Um okay..</title><content type='html'>Tonight it was Miss Magoo's turn to say family prayers.  And while I never know what she'll say I wasn't expecting this: " please bless that when Grandma &amp;amp; Grandpa's mission is done they can drive home safely".  My parents are serving in Russia, that could be an interesting drive home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4608213114627413142-6294541251718663572?l=moddysstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moddysstuff.blogspot.com/feeds/6294541251718663572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4608213114627413142&amp;postID=6294541251718663572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4608213114627413142/posts/default/6294541251718663572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4608213114627413142/posts/default/6294541251718663572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moddysstuff.blogspot.com/2010/01/um-okay.html' title='Um okay..'/><author><name>Dorri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07868849480007230750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mSfqxBLhNO4/TVnuYHHvIKI/AAAAAAAAAHY/ud_SHGEDytQ/s220/Picture%2B15%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4608213114627413142.post-8030055172176941603</id><published>2009-11-25T19:16:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T19:33:57.162-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>Happy News</title><content type='html'>I got some very exciting news today in the mail.  I've been accepted to Boise State University, and I start in Janurary. In 1995 I graduated with an Associates from Ricks College (now BYU-I).  And I haven't been in a classroom as a student since.  It's a little nerve-racking.  I'm not only a soon-to-be single mother but now I'm going to be a student also.  WOW!! That's a lot to have on my plate. &lt;br /&gt;I'm very excited about going back to school.  I've wanted to go back for years.  And while I thought it would be a few more years before I'd be going back to finish up my education, life changes and I've learned to roll with it. &lt;br /&gt;So that's my new exciting life changing news.  Check back with me by the end of Jan. I may not be so very excited by then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4608213114627413142-8030055172176941603?l=moddysstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moddysstuff.blogspot.com/feeds/8030055172176941603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4608213114627413142&amp;postID=8030055172176941603' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4608213114627413142/posts/default/8030055172176941603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4608213114627413142/posts/default/8030055172176941603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moddysstuff.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-news.html' title='Happy News'/><author><name>Dorri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07868849480007230750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mSfqxBLhNO4/TVnuYHHvIKI/AAAAAAAAAHY/ud_SHGEDytQ/s220/Picture%2B15%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4608213114627413142.post-148937952253179739</id><published>2009-10-27T18:30:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T18:39:16.463-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Glumpiness</title><content type='html'>Is it okay to admit that I'm feeling glumpy? You know a cross between gloomy and grumpy. It's really the best way to describe how I feel right now. What to do, which way do I choose to go? How much choice do I really have? So many questions, so few answers. I hate that part, I want answers. Even though I know that some questions will go unanswered well for the rest of my life, I still want answers. I want to know that life will have a happy ending, but I'm scared that my happy ending has passed, that it's too late for that. Will I forever be searching for it, never to find it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4608213114627413142-148937952253179739?l=moddysstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moddysstuff.blogspot.com/feeds/148937952253179739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4608213114627413142&amp;postID=148937952253179739' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4608213114627413142/posts/default/148937952253179739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4608213114627413142/posts/default/148937952253179739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moddysstuff.blogspot.com/2009/10/glumpiness.html' title='Glumpiness'/><author><name>Dorri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07868849480007230750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mSfqxBLhNO4/TVnuYHHvIKI/AAAAAAAAAHY/ud_SHGEDytQ/s220/Picture%2B15%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4608213114627413142.post-3631765752507060061</id><published>2009-08-28T21:26:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T21:41:47.456-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><title type='text'>Summer is Almost Over, isn't it?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wbJ5t_t2ozA/SpigCchQdNI/AAAAAAAAAE8/pvMPyyh9Mzg/s1600-h/IMG00019-20090813-2049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375222119142552786" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wbJ5t_t2ozA/SpigCchQdNI/AAAAAAAAAE8/pvMPyyh9Mzg/s400/IMG00019-20090813-2049.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This summer has been one of craziness, all kinds of craziness.  We spent most of the beginning of summer getting used to the heat.  Monday thru Friday the kids and I spent atleast 2 hrs each day at the park.  It was great, I bought a beach umbrella and zip-tied it to the chainlink fence at the park.  In Caldwell we get some big gusts of wind, which one day early on in the summer we found out as our umbrella went flying over the fence into a irrigation ditch.  Thankfully it wasn't too full of water and the umbrella survived intact.  Anywhoo in our area they serve lunch at the park daily which is always a big hit with the kids.  And mommy got to sit and read or visit with other mommies while the kids ate and played. &lt;br /&gt;We did 4 wks, yes 4wks of swim lessons.  And while the kids had a blast playing in the water and learning a few things about swimming, mommy was really tired and swears never to do that again. &lt;br /&gt;One of the theaters in the area provided free kids movies 3 days a week.  It was lovely each week we had 2 movies to choose from and if we wanted to see both we could just go 2 different days the week.  What could be better than free movies when it's hot outside.&lt;br /&gt;The beginning of August we moved into Boise.  It was a long drawn out move and we are all glad it's over.  Now is the fun part of unpacking and getting truly settled in.&lt;br /&gt;The kids start school monday August 31st.  And while I'm excited about it, part of me is also sad.  My baby is starting kindergarten.  Miss Magoo is over the moon excited about starting school (though she has also confessed to a little part of her is still shy about it also).  She will get to take the bus to school and have snack too.  PJ is starting 3rd grade, and informed me it's not so exciting anymore.  Yesterday we went to their new school and met their teachers, whom I may already be in love with.  They both seem so very kind and excited about having my kids in their class. The school they will be attending is small, there are only 2 kindergarten classes one am and one pm. And the rest of the grades only have 2 classes per grade.  None of the classes seem to be too large, so all looks well in that area. &lt;br /&gt;Now we just have to wait for Monday to come to take the mandatory "first day of school" photos.  And drive them to school, I can't let my babies take the bus on the first day after all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4608213114627413142-3631765752507060061?l=moddysstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moddysstuff.blogspot.com/feeds/3631765752507060061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4608213114627413142&amp;postID=3631765752507060061' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4608213114627413142/posts/default/3631765752507060061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4608213114627413142/posts/default/3631765752507060061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moddysstuff.blogspot.com/2009/08/summer-is-almost-over-isnt-it.html' title='Summer is Almost Over, isn&apos;t it?'/><author><name>Dorri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07868849480007230750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mSfqxBLhNO4/TVnuYHHvIKI/AAAAAAAAAHY/ud_SHGEDytQ/s220/Picture%2B15%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wbJ5t_t2ozA/SpigCchQdNI/AAAAAAAAAE8/pvMPyyh9Mzg/s72-c/IMG00019-20090813-2049.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4608213114627413142.post-260540610634558682</id><published>2009-06-06T23:16:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T23:20:13.703-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='links'/><title type='text'>Links</title><content type='html'>In case these are blogs that you don't normally visit here is a link to two must read posts.  The &lt;a href="http://theapronstage.com/2009/05/29/how-we-stayed/"&gt;first&lt;/a&gt; which inspired the &lt;a href="http://holmesawayfromhome.blogspot.com/2009/06/staying-story.html"&gt;second&lt;/a&gt;.  Oh and the other posts on both blogs are good reads too, but them I'm a little partial (at least to this &lt;a href="http://holmesawayfromhome.blogspot.com/"&gt;one&lt;/a&gt;, okay I really love both of them).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4608213114627413142-260540610634558682?l=moddysstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moddysstuff.blogspot.com/feeds/260540610634558682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4608213114627413142&amp;postID=260540610634558682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4608213114627413142/posts/default/260540610634558682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4608213114627413142/posts/default/260540610634558682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moddysstuff.blogspot.com/2009/06/links.html' title='Links'/><author><name>Dorri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07868849480007230750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mSfqxBLhNO4/TVnuYHHvIKI/AAAAAAAAAHY/ud_SHGEDytQ/s220/Picture%2B15%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4608213114627413142.post-8561984211515293271</id><published>2009-06-01T23:43:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T23:47:20.605-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='miss magoo'/><title type='text'>Miss Magooisms part II</title><content type='html'>This evening during dinner I asked the kids what they learned in their lessons yesterday in primary.  Miss Magoo was very eager to tell me all about her lesson on the "grass plates".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4608213114627413142-8561984211515293271?l=moddysstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moddysstuff.blogspot.com/feeds/8561984211515293271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4608213114627413142&amp;postID=8561984211515293271' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4608213114627413142/posts/default/8561984211515293271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4608213114627413142/posts/default/8561984211515293271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moddysstuff.blogspot.com/2009/06/miss-magooisms-part-ii.html' title='Miss Magooisms part II'/><author><name>Dorri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07868849480007230750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mSfqxBLhNO4/TVnuYHHvIKI/AAAAAAAAAHY/ud_SHGEDytQ/s220/Picture%2B15%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4608213114627413142.post-8183249173836866321</id><published>2009-05-06T08:16:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T08:31:21.223-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='healthy living'/><title type='text'>***I DID IT***</title><content type='html'>So a month ago (really 4 wks, but that's the same thing right?)  the kids and I decided to forgo fast food/soda for a month.  The goal was also to cut out eating out, take home food that we/I hadn't prepared.  I wasn't really sure that we'd make it, but we did, sorta.  See twice during those 4 wks Mr. Man did bring home pizza, but to be fair it wasn't just pizza, it was PIZZA the Flying Pie variety.  And if you have ever eaten Flying Pie pizza you know it's really PIZZA!!! Totally doesn't count as fast food, and besides I didn't really ask him to, he suggested it and since he wasn't part of the original pact I thought I'd let it slide.  And one other time Mr. Man and I went to lunch, a rarity in our house Mom &amp;amp; Dad going to lunch, shocking!  But I was totally faithful to not drinking soda the entire 4 wks, I didn't even do Sonic's strawberry/limeades which even as I type those words I'm drooling.  So even though the 4 wks (month really) is up I'm going to continue to see how long we can go with out.  And while I didn't do as my mom suggested (putting the money I would have spent on fast food/soda in a jar) I have noticed a little extra in my checking account the last month, always a nice benefit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4608213114627413142-8183249173836866321?l=moddysstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moddysstuff.blogspot.com/feeds/8183249173836866321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4608213114627413142&amp;postID=8183249173836866321' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4608213114627413142/posts/default/8183249173836866321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4608213114627413142/posts/default/8183249173836866321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moddysstuff.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-did-it.html' title='***I DID IT***'/><author><name>Dorri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07868849480007230750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mSfqxBLhNO4/TVnuYHHvIKI/AAAAAAAAAHY/ud_SHGEDytQ/s220/Picture%2B15%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4608213114627413142.post-1619456892015078850</id><published>2009-05-03T20:07:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T20:09:13.221-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='miss magoo'/><title type='text'>Miss Magooisms</title><content type='html'>Today after church Miss Magoo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;announced&lt;/span&gt; that she doesn't get candy from her teacher on fast Sundays only on the slow Sundays.  Love it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4608213114627413142-1619456892015078850?l=moddysstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moddysstuff.blogspot.com/feeds/1619456892015078850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4608213114627413142&amp;postID=1619456892015078850' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4608213114627413142/posts/default/1619456892015078850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4608213114627413142/posts/default/1619456892015078850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moddysstuff.blogspot.com/2009/05/miss-magooisms.html' title='Miss Magooisms'/><author><name>Dorri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07868849480007230750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mSfqxBLhNO4/TVnuYHHvIKI/AAAAAAAAAHY/ud_SHGEDytQ/s220/Picture%2B15%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4608213114627413142.post-8316584341634652345</id><published>2009-04-29T13:38:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T13:58:36.466-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Cleaning House</title><content type='html'>Well I guess now that my kids know I can publicly announce ... We are moving...  I know big surprise to most of you.  I think all 4 people that read this 3 already knew that we were moving.  We aren't making a huge move.  Currently we live in Caldwell, and we are moving about  30 minutes away to Boise, YEAH!!  I am actually very excited about the move, there are a ton of positives and very little negatives.  We will be way closer to Mr. Man's work, his parents, and shopping.  Right now Mr. Man has about a 45 minute commute to work, I know way to long, big pain in the behind.  We are hoping to find a place to rent within 5 to 15 minutes of his work, how awesome would that be, awesome let me tell you!!!   We won't be actually making the move until the end of July so we have some time until the big day.  We want to be moved and settled before the kids start back to school at the end of August. &lt;br /&gt;I decided to go ahead and register Miss Magoo for kindergarten here just in case something changes at the last minute and she needs to go to kindergarten here.  And after we got her registered I was even more happy to be moving.  They are changing things for the kindergartens this year.  They are doing full day kindergarten, but the kids won't go to school 5 days a week.  They will be on one of two schedules  Tuesday &amp;amp; Thursday, or Weds. &amp;amp; Friday and ever other Monday.  Craziness, insanity I tell you, what are they thinking???  They are thinking that by having the kindergartens on this schedule they are saving money on busing the kids to school.  Anyway one more reason to be happy to be moving. &lt;br /&gt;The last time we moved (from Utah to Idaho) we were moving with Mr. Man's job, and it was lovely.  They had packers come in and pack everything, and then a day later they had movers come in and load everything into their HUGE truck.  Then 3 days later we met them in Idaho and they unloaded all our stuff and even put our beds together and out furniture where we wanted it.  I was spoiled and it was fantastic.  The only down side to them doing all that was I didn't get to do the de-cluttering that normally goes on when I pack for a move.  So this time I'm starting early.  Yesterday I went through all the totes in my garage and was ruthless.  I whittled my 12 totes down to 9.  I have 4 huge bags for DI and 3 empty totes sitting in my family room waiting.  I've decided that there are lots of things in my house that we won't need for the next few months so they can be packed early.  I am actually excited about the chance to de-clutter and de-junk my house.  Nothing is safe, nothing will be spared, if it's broken,  not played with, unused it will be gone!  If it's unworn, outgrown, or just plain not necessary it's GONE.  Whoopee, watch out house here I come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4608213114627413142-8316584341634652345?l=moddysstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moddysstuff.blogspot.com/feeds/8316584341634652345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4608213114627413142&amp;postID=8316584341634652345' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4608213114627413142/posts/default/8316584341634652345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4608213114627413142/posts/default/8316584341634652345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moddysstuff.blogspot.com/2009/04/cleaning-house.html' title='Cleaning House'/><author><name>Dorri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07868849480007230750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mSfqxBLhNO4/TVnuYHHvIKI/AAAAAAAAAHY/ud_SHGEDytQ/s220/Picture%2B15%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4608213114627413142.post-5828754848308811786</id><published>2009-04-23T21:31:00.013-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T21:42:19.442-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='projects'/><title type='text'>New Project</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wbJ5t_t2ozA/SfEz5fHKbDI/AAAAAAAAAE0/ZMJkqT2UE5Y/s1600-h/021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328096896853109810" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wbJ5t_t2ozA/SfEz5fHKbDI/AAAAAAAAAE0/ZMJkqT2UE5Y/s200/021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm getting ready to start a new project. Here's some pictures of the fabric that I'm going to be using. I'm super excited to get started with these. I'll post pictures when I'm done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wbJ5t_t2ozA/SfEzjXUFiCI/AAAAAAAAAEc/-uHaHNJt2jw/s1600-h/021.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wbJ5t_t2ozA/SfEz0-tccsI/AAAAAAAAAEs/9BDybmCdVdg/s1600-h/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328096819435827906" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wbJ5t_t2ozA/SfEz0-tccsI/AAAAAAAAAEs/9BDybmCdVdg/s200/005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wbJ5t_t2ozA/SfEzwxtlYaI/AAAAAAAAAEk/ACc6-hRDLe0/s1600-h/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328096747227275682" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wbJ5t_t2ozA/SfEzwxtlYaI/AAAAAAAAAEk/ACc6-hRDLe0/s200/004.JPG" 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;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4608213114627413142-5828754848308811786?l=moddysstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moddysstuff.blogspot.com/feeds/5828754848308811786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4608213114627413142&amp;postID=5828754848308811786' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4608213114627413142/posts/default/5828754848308811786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4608213114627413142/posts/default/5828754848308811786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moddysstuff.blogspot.com/2009/04/new-project.html' title='New Project'/><author><name>Dorri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07868849480007230750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mSfqxBLhNO4/TVnuYHHvIKI/AAAAAAAAAHY/ud_SHGEDytQ/s220/Picture%2B15%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wbJ5t_t2ozA/SfEz5fHKbDI/AAAAAAAAAE0/ZMJkqT2UE5Y/s72-c/021.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4608213114627413142.post-5186586508789422725</id><published>2009-04-14T18:30:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T18:32:58.978-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Yummy</title><content type='html'>Best snack ever! &lt;br /&gt;Tortilla (the kind you bake yourself so it's still warm, thanks MJ) rolled up with cheese in the middle dipped in guacamole. YUMMY!!!!  Just had to share.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4608213114627413142-5186586508789422725?l=moddysstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moddysstuff.blogspot.com/feeds/5186586508789422725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4608213114627413142&amp;postID=5186586508789422725' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4608213114627413142/posts/default/5186586508789422725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4608213114627413142/posts/default/5186586508789422725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moddysstuff.blogspot.com/2009/04/yummy.html' title='Yummy'/><author><name>Dorri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07868849480007230750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mSfqxBLhNO4/TVnuYHHvIKI/AAAAAAAAAHY/ud_SHGEDytQ/s220/Picture%2B15%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4608213114627413142.post-5099127351079666612</id><published>2009-04-10T08:44:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T09:00:48.440-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='health'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Fasting From Fast Food</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wbJ5t_t2ozA/Sd9e9Wd87RI/AAAAAAAAADs/d-rTFngS2iM/s1600-h/fast+food.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323077692671454482" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 236px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 183px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wbJ5t_t2ozA/Sd9e9Wd87RI/AAAAAAAAADs/d-rTFngS2iM/s400/fast+food.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh say that title 5 times fast..&lt;br /&gt;On Wednesday after one to many trips to Little Ceasers for their $5 pizza ( who can resist such a cheap quick dinner, not me) I decided that I'd had enough. I feed my kids way too much fast food. You try resisting Mcd's half price tuesday's where I can get 2 happy meals for the price of one. Okay to be honest it's maybe once a week, but I still think that's too much. Maybe it's was the few weeks leading up to Wednesday that was the breaking point. During our trip to Utah we ate so much more fast food than normal, and it was making all of us sick. And I was getting tired of each day as it gets close to dinner they start off asking for happy meals or pizza.&lt;br /&gt;The kids and I agreed to cut out eating out (and take-out) for the next month. PJ also reminded me that means no quick trips to Sonic's during happy hour for my not quite daily fresh fruit slushee (that kid thinks too much). We'll see how the next month goes. Miss Kitti suggested keeping some freezer meals ready for those days that I would normally be tempted to head to the drive-thru. And also per &lt;a href="http://holmesawayfromhome.blogspot.com/2009/04/tell-me-truly.html"&gt;Miss Kitti's &lt;/a&gt;suggestion we'll be pushing the H2O alittle harder around our house too.&lt;br /&gt;I'll get back to you in a month to see how it goes, hopfully we'll be a few pounds lighter and a few bucks richer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4608213114627413142-5099127351079666612?l=moddysstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moddysstuff.blogspot.com/feeds/5099127351079666612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4608213114627413142&amp;postID=5099127351079666612' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4608213114627413142/posts/default/5099127351079666612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4608213114627413142/posts/default/5099127351079666612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moddysstuff.blogspot.com/2009/04/fasting-from-fast-food.html' title='Fasting From Fast Food'/><author><name>Dorri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07868849480007230750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mSfqxBLhNO4/TVnuYHHvIKI/AAAAAAAAAHY/ud_SHGEDytQ/s220/Picture%2B15%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wbJ5t_t2ozA/Sd9e9Wd87RI/AAAAAAAAADs/d-rTFngS2iM/s72-c/fast+food.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4608213114627413142.post-2451392699238503890</id><published>2009-04-08T18:51:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T19:02:38.449-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Why oh why oh why...</title><content type='html'>Why is it that the minute I get on the phone my attention is needed asap by one if not both of my kids. They could have been playing happily together or seperatly for the last 30 minutes ( hey it does happen once in a blue moon). But the minute I say hello they are glued to my side until I hang up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How is it that my son can remember every little thing he thinks I've ever "promised " him, but can never remember to flush and wash after he uses the bathroom?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or that when his sister gets to do something fun while he's at school life isn't FAIR, but if he gets to do something fun at school and she gets upset, oh well he's in school and that's life??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it the Mr. Man can never remember to put the seat down but can remember the stats to any football game ever played in the history of football, as well as all the names of those plays??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And why is it that my children seem to go deaf when I ask them to pick something up, but if I were to whisper "ice cream or candy" from my bedroom with the door shut they come running?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could someone please explain it to me, I'm a little lost here...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4608213114627413142-2451392699238503890?l=moddysstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moddysstuff.blogspot.com/feeds/2451392699238503890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4608213114627413142&amp;postID=2451392699238503890' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4608213114627413142/posts/default/2451392699238503890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4608213114627413142/posts/default/2451392699238503890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moddysstuff.blogspot.com/2009/04/why-oh-why-oh-why.html' title='Why oh why oh why...'/><author><name>Dorri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07868849480007230750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mSfqxBLhNO4/TVnuYHHvIKI/AAAAAAAAAHY/ud_SHGEDytQ/s220/Picture%2B15%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4608213114627413142.post-540465498792283502</id><published>2009-04-01T20:39:00.011-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T19:03:27.916-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Spring Break</title><content type='html'>I decided to take advantage of PJ have 10 days off from school for spring break and head to Utah to visit my family. First though we had Mr. Man's older brother's wedding to attend. Once the wedding and reception were over the kids and I headed down to the Provo area. We had a great time. The kids got to play with their cousins, and I got to visit with my siblings. I have 2 brothers and 3 sisters who all live in the Provo area. And even though I was there back in August for a couple of days, I still had missed them. I tried to not over plan our days, but we still had plenty to do.&lt;br /&gt;Monday one of my sisters, a &lt;a href="http://www.tylerandreagan.blogspot.com/"&gt;sister-in-law&lt;/a&gt;, I and all our kids went bowling. My kids had never been before and had a blast. And then we spent FHE at my older brother's house with most of my siblings that lived in the area along with my nieces, my one niece's husband and cute new baby.&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday I watched my kids play with their younger cousins while my &lt;a href="http://joshandjane.blogspot.com/"&gt;sister&lt;/a&gt; and I ate Kneader's sandwiches (so yummy) and sorted legos.&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday my &lt;a href="http://www.michelepaigeholmes.com/"&gt;sister-in-law &lt;/a&gt;and I took my kids and her 2 youngest to Thanksgiving Point and toured the Dinosaur Museum.&lt;br /&gt;Thursday afternoon the kids and I headed to West Valley to have lunch with some of friends from our old ward. I was great to visit/gossip with them while our kids played. Made me a lot homesick for my old ward. Thursday evening my wonderful brother watched my 2 crazy kids so I could spend the evening with my sisters/sister-in-laws to celebrate my youngest sister's upcoming new arrival. We visited and ate yummy food at California Pizza Kitchen. Then returned to her house to visit some more and eat delicious chocolate cupcakes that I'm sure added a few pounds.&lt;br /&gt;Friday my younger brother and I took his and my kids and went to the BYU Art Museum and then on to the Bean Museum. I'm sure all that walking burned off at least a little of the food from the night before. And then Friday night we drove up to West Jordan to visit a dear friend and her family. She made a yummy dinner and we got to visit for a while before I had to head back to my parents. On the drive back to Payson all I could think was how was I going to talk Mr. Man in to moving back to Utah, even though I know that is so not going to happen.&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was supposed to be the day the we returned home, but my kids decided that they needed one more day with their cousins. During our visit we stayed upstairs at my parents house. They are currently in Russia on a mission so we missed getting to see them. My younger brother and his family live downstairs taking care of my parents house for them. It was lovely having them there. I got to know my 3 cute little nieces so much better and enjoyed getting all the loves that they were willing to share. And Miss Magoo loved having a cousins right downstairs to play with. So Miss Magoo wasn't exactly ready to leave her new found cousins. And PJ just wasn't looking forward to the drive back home. Later Saturday afternoon we go a nice surprise when my older sister and 3 of her kids showed up for a visit and dinner. I loved getting to spend time with my sisters ( love my brothers too, but there is just something about sisters) it was so great to get to sit and talk to them in person not just through a phone. And to actually spend time with 3 of my sisters at once was fabulous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then on the drive home we got to enjoy a nice spring snow storm. No, really I enjoyed the blowing snow (*note sarcasm*). And if I knew the name of the driver in the little green pick-up I'd send him a nice thank you note. He was driving so steadily through it I figured he knew what he was doing and I just followed him through most of the storm. It was strangely calming having that truck in front of me while I was dealing with the HEAVILY blowing snow and the other crazy drivers.&lt;br /&gt;When we got home it was to a cleanish house, laundry done, dishes done, and fresh cookies waiting for us on the counter, and of course Mr. Man I missed him most of all. I am so HAPPY to be home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4608213114627413142-540465498792283502?l=moddysstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moddysstuff.blogspot.com/feeds/540465498792283502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4608213114627413142&amp;postID=540465498792283502' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4608213114627413142/posts/default/540465498792283502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4608213114627413142/posts/default/540465498792283502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moddysstuff.blogspot.com/2009/04/spring-break.html' title='Spring Break'/><author><name>Dorri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07868849480007230750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mSfqxBLhNO4/TVnuYHHvIKI/AAAAAAAAAHY/ud_SHGEDytQ/s220/Picture%2B15%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4608213114627413142.post-6251686951587319016</id><published>2009-01-19T15:59:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T16:03:24.444-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='miss magoo'/><title type='text'>Say What???</title><content type='html'>Friday as I was driving into Boise with Miss Magoo in the backseat I heard her singing to herself, which is nothing new for her. But as I started to listen closely to what she was singing I had to laugh. She was singing "Follow the Prophet" and when she got to the chorus instead of singing "follow the prophet and don't go a stray" she was singing" follow the Prophet and just hit a stray.." It made much more sense to her that way she says.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4608213114627413142-6251686951587319016?l=moddysstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moddysstuff.blogspot.com/feeds/6251686951587319016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4608213114627413142&amp;postID=6251686951587319016' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4608213114627413142/posts/default/6251686951587319016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4608213114627413142/posts/default/6251686951587319016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moddysstuff.blogspot.com/2009/01/say-what.html' title='Say What???'/><author><name>Dorri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07868849480007230750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mSfqxBLhNO4/TVnuYHHvIKI/AAAAAAAAAHY/ud_SHGEDytQ/s220/Picture%2B15%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4608213114627413142.post-6379766616688441262</id><published>2009-01-17T14:54:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T14:57:01.566-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wbJ5t_t2ozA/SXJUGjmfQuI/AAAAAAAAADU/ojo0lVjV-7o/s1600-h/seagull.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292384983726375650" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 115px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 116px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wbJ5t_t2ozA/SXJUGjmfQuI/AAAAAAAAADU/ojo0lVjV-7o/s400/seagull.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes it feels like life is a seagull crapping on you. Today it feels like it hit me square in the eye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4608213114627413142-6379766616688441262?l=moddysstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moddysstuff.blogspot.com/feeds/6379766616688441262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4608213114627413142&amp;postID=6379766616688441262' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4608213114627413142/posts/default/6379766616688441262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4608213114627413142/posts/default/6379766616688441262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moddysstuff.blogspot.com/2009/01/life.html' title='Life'/><author><name>Dorri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07868849480007230750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mSfqxBLhNO4/TVnuYHHvIKI/AAAAAAAAAHY/ud_SHGEDytQ/s220/Picture%2B15%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wbJ5t_t2ozA/SXJUGjmfQuI/AAAAAAAAADU/ojo0lVjV-7o/s72-c/seagull.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4608213114627413142.post-4170106643862723299</id><published>2009-01-13T13:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T13:35:30.101-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><title type='text'>My New Favorite Author</title><content type='html'>I have a new favorite author, Mary Pope Osborne, the author of “The Magic Tree House” series.  I’ll admit to never having read an entire book of hers, just a couple of pages here and there.  No, my son is the one that reads her books, he’s hooked.  His 2nd grade teacher recommended Mrs. Pope Osborne’s books to me at our parent-teacher conference last Sept.   She said they were just perfect for his age.  And was she right.  PJ devours her books, sometimes in one sitting.  We recently found the books on cd, and he was in heaven.  He pulled out the first book and proceeded to read along with the cd.  He loves to tell me all about the latest book that he’s just finished reading, and I love to hear him get so excited about reading.  Thank you Mary Pope Osborne for getting my son to love reading, you are my hero!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4608213114627413142-4170106643862723299?l=moddysstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moddysstuff.blogspot.com/feeds/4170106643862723299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4608213114627413142&amp;postID=4170106643862723299' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4608213114627413142/posts/default/4170106643862723299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4608213114627413142/posts/default/4170106643862723299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moddysstuff.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-new-favorite-author.html' title='My New Favorite Author'/><author><name>Dorri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07868849480007230750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mSfqxBLhNO4/TVnuYHHvIKI/AAAAAAAAAHY/ud_SHGEDytQ/s220/Picture%2B15%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4608213114627413142.post-9049437939940259455</id><published>2009-01-03T20:33:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T20:38:03.130-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goals'/><title type='text'>A New Year</title><content type='html'>I’ve really debated about if I was going to make any resolutions this year. See some years I’ve made them and haven’t even made it through the end of January before dumping them. And other years I haven’t made them but realized at the end of the year I did good on things that I had wanted to do good on, so good they really should have of been my goals all along. But this year I’ve decided to be simple with my goals for the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be Happy, no &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;REALLY&lt;/span&gt; happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stress less (which really goes along with being happy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smile more, give more hugs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have more music around the house (just discovered Sirius on our TV, so cool!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sing to my kids more, they don’t care that I can’t carry a tune&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dance with my husband, even if it’s just around the house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read to my kids more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really that’s it, I want a more positive year. At the end of 2009 I want to look back a have some really great memories of the things that I did with my family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4608213114627413142-9049437939940259455?l=moddysstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moddysstuff.blogspot.com/feeds/9049437939940259455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4608213114627413142&amp;postID=9049437939940259455' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4608213114627413142/posts/default/9049437939940259455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4608213114627413142/posts/default/9049437939940259455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moddysstuff.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-year.html' title='A New Year'/><author><name>Dorri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07868849480007230750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mSfqxBLhNO4/TVnuYHHvIKI/AAAAAAAAAHY/ud_SHGEDytQ/s220/Picture%2B15%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4608213114627413142.post-1279103462892512691</id><published>2008-12-18T16:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T16:50:03.115-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gratitude list'/><title type='text'>More of My Gratitude List</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Last month I had started a list of things that I am thankful for.  But I got a little sidetracked with life.  I had already talked about a few of them: Mr. Man, my sisters, chocolate, socks, primary, etc.  Wait that was the list, I guess I didn’t get very far.  Anyway there were a few other things that I had planned to write about so here they are.  (In no particular order)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Kids-&lt;/strong&gt;  I won’t tell you how I have the very cutest, smartest, bestest ever kids. (Even though it may be true).  And while it is true that they can be little snots when they put their minds to it, and can drive me insane at a moment’s notice, they are mine and I love them.  There is nothing sweeter than when one of them gives me a hug for no reason.  Miss Magoo can’t let me leave the room without telling me that she loves me.  PJ draws me the best pictures of robots and dinosaurs.  And those special moments right before bed when they say their prayers, and give loves and kisses, what sweet children they can be.  They both have such special spirits. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Parents-&lt;/strong&gt;  I truly am blessed to have the parents I do.  They are such great examples to me and my children.  They make me want to be a better person.  They have both taught me so much.  I will never forget the time we were driving around Tahoe on vacation and my dad started talking about Christ.  I can still hear his voice as he talked about Christ’s crucifixion, and what it must have been like for him as he went through that ordeal.  That is one of my first memories of really hearing and understanding my father’s testimony of Christ and the gospel.  My parents are going back to Russia to serve their 4th mission (this is their 2nd time in Russia).  What a great example they are to my children.  PJ and Miss Magoo know where grandma and grandpa are and what they are doing there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Books-&lt;/strong&gt;   I really love to read.  There is no better way to escape a rough day than to sit down in a comfy spot with a snuggly blanket and a good book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Modern Conveniences-&lt;/strong&gt;  What can I say they make my life so much easier.   I love my cell phone, microwave, dvr&amp;amp; vcr&amp;amp; dvd players, my garage door opener (thanks honey), ice maker, blow dryer, computer, internet, etc.  I could go on and on life is so much easier because of all these inventions.  I love that these things are there for me to use or not use, it’s up to me. But when I want them they can make life sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Scriptures-&lt;/strong&gt;  They bring the word of God into our home, they help me teach my children the gospel, and they bring me peace, and give me strength.  They show me God’s love for me and they give me hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My In-laws&lt;/strong&gt;  I have the best mother-in-law that any wife could ask for.  She gives advice when asked, tries very hard not to judge, and loves my children almost as much as I do.  And the best part she told Mr. Man when we got married that it was his job to always take my side even if I was wrong (which of course I never am).  Mr. Man’s siblings love my kids, spoil them and are always excited to see them (no really they are).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I’m sure that I could keep going but these were the top few things on my list.  Making this list has really helped me to be more appreciative of the things I have, and to try and be happy with what I have.  The Lord really has blessed me and my family and for that I am grateful.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4608213114627413142-1279103462892512691?l=moddysstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moddysstuff.blogspot.com/feeds/1279103462892512691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4608213114627413142&amp;postID=1279103462892512691' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4608213114627413142/posts/default/1279103462892512691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4608213114627413142/posts/default/1279103462892512691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moddysstuff.blogspot.com/2008/12/more-of-my-gratitude-list.html' title='More of My Gratitude List'/><author><name>Dorri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07868849480007230750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mSfqxBLhNO4/TVnuYHHvIKI/AAAAAAAAAHY/ud_SHGEDytQ/s220/Picture%2B15%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4608213114627413142.post-8172796211446738152</id><published>2008-12-03T10:14:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T10:58:34.038-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>So I Blew It</title><content type='html'>Funny how in life things are going great and everything is working out just fine, and them WHAM it hits you up side the head. Well that's kinda like what happened to me. I was doing great getting my thankful posts written, I had so many other things on my list to write about. Life was good (or atleast my blogging life was going good). Then one saturday I was out running errands with my kids, getting their pictures taken, having practice for the ward primary program, taking them to see their dad at his work, etc. And by the end of the day I was dying, I kid you not DYING. At first I thought it was just a sinus headache or something, but no it was so much more. The next morning I realized that I wasn't going to make it through 3 hours of church. So I called one of the counselers in the primary presidency and asked if they could cover my class, no problem she said and she meant it ( I love when people say that and really mean it). So while I went to church, I just couldn't not go and see my kids do their parts, I sat with Mr. Man and his mom &amp;amp; brother who both came to watch the kids. The entire primary did a fabulous job, my two were cute they did their parts and sang their songs so well. My class was very cute they all tried to sit still and most did a good job of it. Afterwards me and the kids went home for some quiet time for them, nap time for me. And Mr. Man went back to work to finish up somethings that needed to be done. By Tuesday I thought maybe I would survive, but no there was more. Wednesday I woke up with a hacking cough and not much in the way of a voice. Mr. Man's nephew was getting married that Friday, which we both missed, me because I was sick and didn't want to hack through the whole sealing and Mr. Man missed because he was the only manager for the day so he couldn't leave then. But we both made it to the reception, where I sat and watched my kids dance and have a great time. The bride looked gorgous, the groom very handsome and the cutest little flower girl looked like a princess. (did I mention that Miss Magoo was a flower girl?)&lt;br /&gt;By last Monday I knew that I would make it, life was starting to settle down, or atleast I was feeling better Mr. Man on the other hand was just starting to come down with something similar to what I'd had. But after I started coming out of my fog I realized me house was barely hanging in there. I spent the next couple of days before Thanksgiving trying to restore order to my house and finish getting better. We spent Thanksgiving day at Mr. Man's bother's house, with my inlaws, we all had a nice time.&lt;br /&gt;During all of the craziness I acutally started my Christmas shopping and I'm now almost done, YEAH! These next few weeks are the busiest time of year for Mr. Man at work and to top it off he'll be gone on business all next week ( we have a super loud alarm and a very very scary huge dog in case any crazys are reading). So I knew that if I wanted to have any chance to get my shopping all done I'd have to start earlier than I've done in years past. I'm going to try and get a list put up of the rest of my thankfulness stuff, dang it I worked hard on that list and I want to share it.&lt;br /&gt;But until then, I hope that everyone had a very happy Thansgiving, and that no one gets too stressed out while trying to get ready for Christmas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4608213114627413142-8172796211446738152?l=moddysstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moddysstuff.blogspot.com/feeds/8172796211446738152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4608213114627413142&amp;postID=8172796211446738152' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4608213114627413142/posts/default/8172796211446738152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4608213114627413142/posts/default/8172796211446738152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moddysstuff.blogspot.com/2008/12/so-i-blew-it.html' title='So I Blew It'/><author><name>Dorri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07868849480007230750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mSfqxBLhNO4/TVnuYHHvIKI/AAAAAAAAAHY/ud_SHGEDytQ/s220/Picture%2B15%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4608213114627413142.post-6180176735121583230</id><published>2008-11-14T14:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T14:55:19.659-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gratitude list'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='good stuff'/><title type='text'>Socks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wbJ5t_t2ozA/SR0MOMoWizI/AAAAAAAAADM/xcKS-w8XC5o/s1600-h/socks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268380577141525298" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 116px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 116px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wbJ5t_t2ozA/SR0MOMoWizI/AAAAAAAAADM/xcKS-w8XC5o/s400/socks.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love socks. No really I love them. I love to wear them all the time. I hate, hate, hate to have cold feet, and there is nothing better to keep my toes toasty and warm that a comfy cozy pair of socks. And if I ever win the lottery I’m going to buy a new pair to wear everyday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4608213114627413142-6180176735121583230?l=moddysstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moddysstuff.blogspot.com/feeds/6180176735121583230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4608213114627413142&amp;postID=6180176735121583230' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4608213114627413142/posts/default/6180176735121583230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4608213114627413142/posts/default/6180176735121583230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moddysstuff.blogspot.com/2008/11/socks.html' title='Socks'/><author><name>Dorri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07868849480007230750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mSfqxBLhNO4/TVnuYHHvIKI/AAAAAAAAAHY/ud_SHGEDytQ/s220/Picture%2B15%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wbJ5t_t2ozA/SR0MOMoWizI/AAAAAAAAADM/xcKS-w8XC5o/s72-c/socks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4608213114627413142.post-5692099458451885200</id><published>2008-11-13T22:19:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T22:21:39.701-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gratitude list'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sisters'/><title type='text'>Sisters</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wbJ5t_t2ozA/SR0Kabm1fkI/AAAAAAAAADE/66zqm0K_2Lc/s1600-h/holmes+girls+1990.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268378588296871490" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 296px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wbJ5t_t2ozA/SR0Kabm1fkI/AAAAAAAAADE/66zqm0K_2Lc/s400/holmes+girls+1990.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today I am most thankful that I have 4 sisters. I still live somewhat close to 3 of them (yes a 6 ½ hr drive is close), and someday hope to have the 4th a lot closer. They have all taught me many things that have changed me for the better. They have all taught me something important: to never give up, to try and look for the positive in life, that I’m important, and to have faith and trust in Heavenly Father. They are great examples to me. I look at them and hope that I can be like them, a better wife, mother, and person. They are there to listen when I complain, and there to tell me to shut-up and get over it too. When we were younger we didn’t always see things the same way, but as we’ve grown up, married, and had children we have grown closer. It is so lovely to have someone to call when my kids are on my last nerve who understands. To be able to talk to someone who shares my background, my memories of our growing up, of our family. So today I’m grateful for my sisters and the times that we’ve had to spend together, to laugh and cry together, to love each other. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4608213114627413142-5692099458451885200?l=moddysstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moddysstuff.blogspot.com/feeds/5692099458451885200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4608213114627413142&amp;postID=5692099458451885200' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4608213114627413142/posts/default/5692099458451885200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4608213114627413142/posts/default/5692099458451885200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moddysstuff.blogspot.com/2008/11/sisters.html' title='Sisters'/><author><name>Dorri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07868849480007230750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mSfqxBLhNO4/TVnuYHHvIKI/AAAAAAAAAHY/ud_SHGEDytQ/s220/Picture%2B15%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wbJ5t_t2ozA/SR0Kabm1fkI/AAAAAAAAADE/66zqm0K_2Lc/s72-c/holmes+girls+1990.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4608213114627413142.post-835331051589678912</id><published>2008-11-11T23:06:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T23:13:06.597-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gratitude list'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Chocolate</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wbJ5t_t2ozA/SRpysu6wEkI/AAAAAAAAAC8/5ez68iPLZs4/s1600-h/chocolate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267648826997477954" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 137px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 102px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wbJ5t_t2ozA/SRpysu6wEkI/AAAAAAAAAC8/5ez68iPLZs4/s400/chocolate.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wbJ5t_t2ozA/SRpyjinaIWI/AAAAAAAAAC0/NHSKgpM7Wsc/s1600-h/chocolate.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can I say, I think that I only know one person who's not fond of chocolate.  Though I do believe that every now and then even she'll eat the stuff.  Chocolate, or the thought of chocolate has gotten me through some very hairy stuff.  When my kids are falling apart, fighting with each other or with me, when Mr. Man is really late getting home from work Chocolate is what gets me through it.  Sometimes I don't even have to eat it, just knowing that I can eat it and it'll comfort me is enough to get me through those few minutes ( maybe even a hour or 2).  So today I'm grateful for chocolate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4608213114627413142-835331051589678912?l=moddysstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moddysstuff.blogspot.com/feeds/835331051589678912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4608213114627413142&amp;postID=835331051589678912' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4608213114627413142/posts/default/835331051589678912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4608213114627413142/posts/default/835331051589678912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moddysstuff.blogspot.com/2008/11/chocolate.html' title='Chocolate'/><author><name>Dorri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07868849480007230750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mSfqxBLhNO4/TVnuYHHvIKI/AAAAAAAAAHY/ud_SHGEDytQ/s220/Picture%2B15%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wbJ5t_t2ozA/SRpysu6wEkI/AAAAAAAAAC8/5ez68iPLZs4/s72-c/chocolate.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4608213114627413142.post-4297829015714308349</id><published>2008-11-10T16:19:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T17:17:45.825-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='primary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gratitude list'/><title type='text'>Primary</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wbJ5t_t2ozA/SRjCLtqSR4I/AAAAAAAAACs/PaA9CpnS0lI/s1600-h/primlogo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267173270701098882" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 243px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 103px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wbJ5t_t2ozA/SRjCLtqSR4I/AAAAAAAAACs/PaA9CpnS0lI/s400/primlogo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; About a year ago I was called to teach in Primary, something I knew was coming.  I’ve taught in about 5 or 6 different primaries during my 13yrs of marriage.  Currently I’m teaching 1 of the 3 Sunbeam classes in our ward.  I have 8 very busy very cute little kids in my class, 2 girls 6 boys.  This year of teaching has been a little more challenging for me.  I have one of the larger classes in our primary and all of my kids attend regularly (which I’m not complaining about, that’s great, the kids need to come every week it’s important).  But because of the largeness and craziness of my class I’ve been in contact with on the counselors in the presidency more than any other time when I’ve taught primary.  And I’ve also paid a little more attention to the primary presidency in our ward.   I’ve noticed that our current president, Sister B. is struggling a little in her calling.  There have been a lot of vacancies in the teaching spots, lots of classes that have to have a sub found at the very last moment.  Lots of very busy kids, several of whom have special needs that require a lot of attention.  But in all the chaos of our primary I’ve noticed that our president truly loves the kids in our primary.  Now like I said I’ve been in several other primaries and I’ve never doubted that the previous presidents that I’ve worked under cared for our kids.  In fact the last ward we attended had 3 different presidents during the time I was in the primary.  And I know that each one of them cared for our kids, and 2 have a very special spot in their heart for my son in particular.  Those 2 presidents made my son who was having a little difficulty adjusting to a new ward feel welcomed and loved.    But in our current ward I have come to have a better appreciation for our primary presidency.  I’ve been a lot more aware of what they are working with, and struggling with.  A couple months ago Sister B walked into sharing time with a very troubled look on her face.  It was pretty obvious that she was have quite the day.  She started to do her planned sharing time lesson and then changed her mind.  She explained to the kids that she was having a rough day and was going to try something different.  She told the kids that she was going to walk around the room and address each child by name and then that child had the option of giving her a high-5, shake her hand , or give her a hug, but it was each child’s choice.  As she walked around our primary room she knew each child by name, and we have a huge primary.  As she approached each child she said their name and then asked what they had chosen to do.  I was amazed how many children choose to give her a hug.  You could see in their faces that they loved her, and they knew that they were loved by her.  And as a parent that meant the world to me.  I am so thankful that my children have a Primary President that makes them feel special and loved and knows them by name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.softlore.com/images/primary.gif" target="_top"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.softlore.com/images/primary.gif" target="_top"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.softlore.com/images/primary.gif" target="_top"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4608213114627413142-4297829015714308349?l=moddysstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moddysstuff.blogspot.com/feeds/4297829015714308349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4608213114627413142&amp;postID=4297829015714308349' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4608213114627413142/posts/default/4297829015714308349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4608213114627413142/posts/default/4297829015714308349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moddysstuff.blogspot.com/2008/11/primary.html' title='Primary'/><author><name>Dorri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07868849480007230750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mSfqxBLhNO4/TVnuYHHvIKI/AAAAAAAAAHY/ud_SHGEDytQ/s220/Picture%2B15%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wbJ5t_t2ozA/SRjCLtqSR4I/AAAAAAAAACs/PaA9CpnS0lI/s72-c/primlogo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4608213114627413142.post-908240235223936440</id><published>2008-11-07T14:00:00.008-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T20:22:51.399-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mr. man'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gratitude list'/><title type='text'>My Other Half</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wbJ5t_t2ozA/SRT6bVvdmWI/AAAAAAAAACk/WZDLWTOXO4I/s1600-h/temple%231.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266109211902581090" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 269px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wbJ5t_t2ozA/SRT6bVvdmWI/AAAAAAAAACk/WZDLWTOXO4I/s400/temple%231.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; When it comes to my blessings the one I always count first is my husband.&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Man and I met my last semester at the school formerly known as Ricks (sfkar). He was in my ward and we met for the first time at ward prayer. My first thought was wow, he's cute, next thought was I bet he'd be a great friend. At the time I wasn't looking for more than that. So that night I made a point of talking to him, though he doesn't remember any of it, obviously I made a great first impression. A couple of weeks later it was morp (prom spelled backwards, girls ask guys) and we had out first date, I asked him out, and it was a blast. That was Jan 25ish, 1995. After that we spent a lot of time together, ALOT. We both started feeling like there was really something there pretty quick. And on March 11, 1995 at the train depot in Boise ID he got down on one knee and asked me to marry him. We went to Cali for a quick confrence weekend trip so he could ask my dad for permission to marry me. During that trip we also had our engagement photos taken, picked out our cake, colors, and wedding invitations. (wow that was a busy 2 1/2 days). We were married June 15th 1995 (one year to the day the he got home from his mission) in the California Oakland Temple. It was such a special day most of my family was there. Mr. Man's mom &amp;amp; sister and her family was there. It was such a special feeling having our family there in the celestral room as we were married for time &amp;amp; eternity.&lt;br /&gt;So that's the background of our relationship. We have now been married for almost 13 1/2 yrs. We have 2 kids PJ (7 1/2) and Miss Magoo (4 1/2), and they are a special part of our family. But the love of my life is my Mr. Man. He truly is my best friend, I can tell him anything and probably a lot of things he wishes I wouldn't. He is the one that is there for me when I can't sleep because I'm stressed about something that doesn't really matter, but instead of pointing it out he tries to listen. He is the one to tell me "you can do it" when I get frustrated with life. He always tells me that I'm a great mom and that no our kids won't be in therapy for forever when they get older, just for a few years. He works so hard to support our family. His work ethic always amazes me, that he takes such pride in doing something and doing it right. He is honorable, hardworking, loving, kind and sensitive (though he would deny that one).&lt;br /&gt;We have had to move several times for his job, something I told him I would do if he's the one bringing home the bacon. Everytime we have to start over in a new area I know that I can do it because he is there by my side. He brings out the best in me, he makes me a better person. He is an awesome father to our children. They love to just be with him, even if it's just sitting in a chair in his "office" watching him do his school work. He recently went back to school to get his MBA. It is hard to watch him struggle with his classes, to see his frustration when his papers don't come out just right. But I love when he gets so excited that is paper or his presentation went good, to see the pride in him as he does well in his classes. I love that he is a great example to those around him, but especially to me and our children. I am so very thankful for my Mr. Man.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4608213114627413142-908240235223936440?l=moddysstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moddysstuff.blogspot.com/feeds/908240235223936440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4608213114627413142&amp;postID=908240235223936440' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4608213114627413142/posts/default/908240235223936440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4608213114627413142/posts/default/908240235223936440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moddysstuff.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-other-half.html' title='My Other Half'/><author><name>Dorri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07868849480007230750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mSfqxBLhNO4/TVnuYHHvIKI/AAAAAAAAAHY/ud_SHGEDytQ/s220/Picture%2B15%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wbJ5t_t2ozA/SRT6bVvdmWI/AAAAAAAAACk/WZDLWTOXO4I/s72-c/temple%231.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4608213114627413142.post-4479867479964075941</id><published>2008-11-07T13:33:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T13:46:39.827-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gratitude list'/><title type='text'>The Time Where I Totally Steal an Idea From Erika</title><content type='html'>I’m totally stealing this idea from &lt;a href="http://www.erikaandryan.blogspot.com/"&gt;Erika’s&lt;/a&gt; blog (Erika hope you don’t mind, it is just a great idea). This month she is writing about things that she is thankful for and I thought, I need to do that, I need to be more thankful. So in an attempt to be more aware of my blessings I’m going to try and list them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4608213114627413142-4479867479964075941?l=moddysstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moddysstuff.blogspot.com/feeds/4479867479964075941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4608213114627413142&amp;postID=4479867479964075941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4608213114627413142/posts/default/4479867479964075941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4608213114627413142/posts/default/4479867479964075941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moddysstuff.blogspot.com/2008/11/time-where-i-totally-steal-idea-from.html' title='The Time Where I Totally Steal an Idea From Erika'/><author><name>Dorri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07868849480007230750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mSfqxBLhNO4/TVnuYHHvIKI/AAAAAAAAAHY/ud_SHGEDytQ/s220/Picture%2B15%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4608213114627413142.post-6604151720115940375</id><published>2008-10-30T13:19:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T13:22:47.336-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><title type='text'>Happy Halloween</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wbJ5t_t2ozA/SQoI4l0oYxI/AAAAAAAAACc/L73jEqnkRr8/s1600-h/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263028882854404882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wbJ5t_t2ozA/SQoI4l0oYxI/AAAAAAAAACc/L73jEqnkRr8/s400/003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our ward had trunk or treat on oct 25th.  The kids of course were thrilled about dressing up.  Here they are Miss Magoo as a beautiful butterfly, and PJ as a karate master. And yes I realize it's not exactly the best picture of my kids, but they refuse to stand still for photos, they feel like they must pose for each and every photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4608213114627413142-6604151720115940375?l=moddysstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moddysstuff.blogspot.com/feeds/6604151720115940375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4608213114627413142&amp;postID=6604151720115940375' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4608213114627413142/posts/default/6604151720115940375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4608213114627413142/posts/default/6604151720115940375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moddysstuff.blogspot.com/2008/10/happy-halloween.html' title='Happy Halloween'/><author><name>Dorri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07868849480007230750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mSfqxBLhNO4/TVnuYHHvIKI/AAAAAAAAAHY/ud_SHGEDytQ/s220/Picture%2B15%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wbJ5t_t2ozA/SQoI4l0oYxI/AAAAAAAAACc/L73jEqnkRr8/s72-c/003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4608213114627413142.post-7541490263970420185</id><published>2008-10-27T18:22:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T09:35:14.189-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cool stuff'/><title type='text'>I Want One, or Two</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wbJ5t_t2ozA/SQZbSAaJyMI/AAAAAAAAACU/Z0HNrw5ISBw/s1600-h/t-shirt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261993579534469314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wbJ5t_t2ozA/SQZbSAaJyMI/AAAAAAAAACU/Z0HNrw5ISBw/s400/t-shirt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;I think that the shirt says it all...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;**I just realized that maybe the smaller words on the shirt aren't readable, it says "save the boobs"  you know Oct is Breast Cancer Awareness???**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4608213114627413142-7541490263970420185?l=moddysstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moddysstuff.blogspot.com/feeds/7541490263970420185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4608213114627413142&amp;postID=7541490263970420185' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4608213114627413142/posts/default/7541490263970420185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4608213114627413142/posts/default/7541490263970420185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moddysstuff.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-want-one-or-two.html' title='I Want One, or Two'/><author><name>Dorri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07868849480007230750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mSfqxBLhNO4/TVnuYHHvIKI/AAAAAAAAAHY/ud_SHGEDytQ/s220/Picture%2B15%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wbJ5t_t2ozA/SQZbSAaJyMI/AAAAAAAAACU/Z0HNrw5ISBw/s72-c/t-shirt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4608213114627413142.post-6885225746207942596</id><published>2008-10-21T21:22:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T21:43:24.237-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Facebook, I Curse You</title><content type='html'>Facebook has sucked me in. And it's all &lt;a href="http://www.erikaandryan.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Erika&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;'&lt;/span&gt;s&lt;/span&gt; fault, if only she had really admitted to how evil it was. After reading about facebook on her blog I thought, "why not, sounds like fun". But no, I've been sucked in. Now I'm obsessed with it. I can't wait to check in every morning when I log online. Who has sent me a message, or invited me to be their friend? Why hasn't anyone invited me to be their friend, or sent me a message today? Am I not good enough anymore? Why hasn't that person accepted me as a friend, didn't what we went through in high school together mean anything? Okay so we haven't talked in like 14 yrs, but hey we were tight at one point, so why the snubb now??? It's killing me. Now not only can I be rejected in real life, someone can reject me through my computer. Facebook anonymous anyone??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;**just to be clear I do have friends on facebook, ok not a crazy amount of them and most are my nieces and newphews, but I do have friends, just to be clear**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4608213114627413142-6885225746207942596?l=moddysstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moddysstuff.blogspot.com/feeds/6885225746207942596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4608213114627413142&amp;postID=6885225746207942596' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4608213114627413142/posts/default/6885225746207942596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4608213114627413142/posts/default/6885225746207942596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moddysstuff.blogspot.com/2008/10/facebook-i-curse-you.html' title='Facebook, I Curse You'/><author><name>Dorri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07868849480007230750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mSfqxBLhNO4/TVnuYHHvIKI/AAAAAAAAAHY/ud_SHGEDytQ/s220/Picture%2B15%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4608213114627413142.post-8464118662983138123</id><published>2008-10-15T13:08:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T13:40:52.947-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sleep'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>What a Glorious Life I Lead</title><content type='html'>For the last few years I've had a odd sleep pattern. Mr. Man works for a delivery company and has to be there somewhat early (or atleast early in my book). Most mornings he gets up at 4 am, though he has been known to get up as early as 3am if there is something extra going on at work. And while him getting up that early wouldn't be a big deal for some people, it's a huge deal in our house. You see Mr. Man is a DEEP sleeper, I mean deep. (Once, several years ago when I worked full-time and he had to get up while I was at work he slept through an alarm going off full volume on the pillow next to his head for an hour.) If I allowed him to set the alarm for himself he'd wake up the whole family, giving me heart palpitations in the process, and I'm so not willing to deal with my 4 &amp;amp; 7 yr old at that time of the morning. So we have worked out a deal of sorts that for the most part works. I set the alarm on my cell phone ( I can't stand loud alarms waking me up) then I wake him up, once I know he's up and going I try and go back to sleep. Some mornings it works, but most mornings I end up staying awake until it's my turn to get up. I've tried the whole "let him be late for work thing a couple of times and then he'll wake up on time" nope it doesn't work.&lt;br /&gt;Well last Friday the most glorious thing happened! He was moved to the PM shift!!! Hallelujah!! He now doesn't have to leave for work until 11am. And the best part he will actually work a shorter day. When he worked the am shift he'd leave between 4:30 &amp;amp; 5 am and not get home some days till 8pm or later (long days for both of us). There were some weeks that the kids could go for a couple of days without seeing their dad. He'd leave before they were up and get home after they were in bed, life sucked! But with this new shift he'll be done between 7:30 and 8:30pm every night. And while he still won't be here to help put the kids to bed, the best part is that he'll be here every morning to help get the kids up and PJ off to school. Except for Saturdays, he still has to go in very early and cover the whole day, but that's another post. And on the mornings that I don't have to get up early, he's going to get PJ off to school for me and I get to sleep in until 8!!!! As I said, my life has just gotten glorious!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4608213114627413142-8464118662983138123?l=moddysstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moddysstuff.blogspot.com/feeds/8464118662983138123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4608213114627413142&amp;postID=8464118662983138123' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4608213114627413142/posts/default/8464118662983138123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4608213114627413142/posts/default/8464118662983138123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moddysstuff.blogspot.com/2008/10/what-glorious-life-i-lead.html' title='What a Glorious Life I Lead'/><author><name>Dorri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07868849480007230750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mSfqxBLhNO4/TVnuYHHvIKI/AAAAAAAAAHY/ud_SHGEDytQ/s220/Picture%2B15%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4608213114627413142.post-4416074027908813025</id><published>2008-10-10T19:52:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T20:05:32.311-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='something funny'/><title type='text'>You Might be a Mormon...</title><content type='html'>I needed something funny after my long day so here it is:&lt;br /&gt;"There's a Mormon," by Jeff Foxworthy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;*** disclaimer this was sent to me several years ago, and I really don't know if Jeff Foxworthy wrote it or not, but it does follow his "you might be a redneck..." line of jokes.***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is to all of you that may be a Mormon, that may know a Mormon, that may&lt;br /&gt;live in Utah, that may have lived in Utah or have heard about Mormons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If all your dishes have you name written on them with masking tape..... &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;you might be a Mormon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; If you postdate your checks while shopping on Sunday..... &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;you might be a Mormon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you believe Heck is the place for people who do not believe in gosh..... &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;you might be a Mormon&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;If your mom was pregnant at your sister's wedding reception..... &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;you might be a Mormon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;If you pray that your food might "nourish and strengthen your body" before eating doughnuts..... &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;you might be a Mormon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you think Jell-O is one of the basic food groups.....&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;you might be a Mormon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;If at least one of your salad bowls is at a neighbor's house.....&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;you might be a Mormon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you've ever written a "Dear-John" to more than two missionaries on the same day..... &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;you might be a Mormon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you were frustrated when your son "only" got accepted to Harvard..... &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;you might be a Mormon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have one kid in diapers and one on a mission..... &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;you might be a Mormon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have never arrived at a meeting on time..... &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;you might be a Mormon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have more wheat stored in your basement than most third world countries..... &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;you might be a Mormon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;If you've already got your order in for volume 50 of "The Work and The Glory"..... &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;you might be a Mormon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you think it is all right to watch football on Sundays as long as a direct descendant of Brigham Young is playing..... &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;you might be a Mormon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have to guess more than five times the name of the child you're disciplining..... &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;you might be a Mormon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;If you automatically assume that BYOB means, Bring Your Own Burgers.....&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;you might be a Mormon &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;If you go to a party and someone spikes the punch with Pepsi.....&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;you might be a Mormon&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;If you arrive to an activity an hour late and are the first person there....&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;you might be a Mormon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You gotta admit that you have done atleast one of these things, and know someone who fits atleast a couple too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4608213114627413142-4416074027908813025?l=moddysstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moddysstuff.blogspot.com/feeds/4416074027908813025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4608213114627413142&amp;postID=4416074027908813025' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4608213114627413142/posts/default/4416074027908813025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4608213114627413142/posts/default/4416074027908813025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moddysstuff.blogspot.com/2008/10/you-might-be-mormon.html' title='You Might be a Mormon...'/><author><name>Dorri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07868849480007230750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mSfqxBLhNO4/TVnuYHHvIKI/AAAAAAAAAHY/ud_SHGEDytQ/s220/Picture%2B15%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4608213114627413142.post-2181863504252899223</id><published>2008-10-08T09:04:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T09:09:11.314-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just gotta laugh'/><title type='text'>Note to Self</title><content type='html'>When your 7 yr old son and 5 of his soccer teammates tell you that they all have to pee, really think about where you are sending them to empty their bladders. Look around before you tell them to go behind the equipment shed a few yards away. Because there might be a girls soccer team practicing on the other side of the equipment shed. And the moms of those girls might not see the humor in the situation that you did.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4608213114627413142-2181863504252899223?l=moddysstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moddysstuff.blogspot.com/feeds/2181863504252899223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4608213114627413142&amp;postID=2181863504252899223' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4608213114627413142/posts/default/2181863504252899223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4608213114627413142/posts/default/2181863504252899223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moddysstuff.blogspot.com/2008/10/note-to-self.html' title='Note to Self'/><author><name>Dorri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07868849480007230750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mSfqxBLhNO4/TVnuYHHvIKI/AAAAAAAAAHY/ud_SHGEDytQ/s220/Picture%2B15%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4608213114627413142.post-8926206477758818298</id><published>2008-10-03T11:44:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T11:48:16.319-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><title type='text'>Gov. Sarah Palin</title><content type='html'>For once I actually watched almost all of the debate last night so  I’m going  to put my 2 pennies in (if anyone can tell me how to do the cents sign on my computer I’d appreciate it, thanks).  I really enjoyed the debate last night.  I thought that it was well done.  Though I don’t think that anyone’s mind was changed, most likely it just solidified your opinion either way.  I guess what I really wanted to say was that I thought that Gov. Palin &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;ROCKED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!!!  I think that she represented herself well; I think that her personality really came out in a great way.  Some of you may not agree, that’s okay, this is my opinion not yours.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4608213114627413142-8926206477758818298?l=moddysstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moddysstuff.blogspot.com/feeds/8926206477758818298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4608213114627413142&amp;postID=8926206477758818298' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4608213114627413142/posts/default/8926206477758818298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4608213114627413142/posts/default/8926206477758818298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moddysstuff.blogspot.com/2008/10/gov-sarah-palin.html' title='Gov. Sarah Palin'/><author><name>Dorri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07868849480007230750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mSfqxBLhNO4/TVnuYHHvIKI/AAAAAAAAAHY/ud_SHGEDytQ/s220/Picture%2B15%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4608213114627413142.post-4536760630751749614</id><published>2008-09-30T12:46:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T12:48:55.125-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='miss magoo'/><title type='text'>Miss Maggo the Pilot</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wbJ5t_t2ozA/SOJ0NYaWwzI/AAAAAAAAACM/FiPKDw_jAvU/s1600-h/pilot+emilie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251887888707535666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wbJ5t_t2ozA/SOJ0NYaWwzI/AAAAAAAAACM/FiPKDw_jAvU/s400/pilot+emilie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This was taken a couple of months ago at daddy's work.  But it's all she talked about for quite some time.  And since I put up a picture of PJ, she said it was only fair that I post one of her too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4608213114627413142-4536760630751749614?l=moddysstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moddysstuff.blogspot.com/feeds/4536760630751749614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4608213114627413142&amp;postID=4536760630751749614' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4608213114627413142/posts/default/4536760630751749614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4608213114627413142/posts/default/4536760630751749614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moddysstuff.blogspot.com/2008/09/miss-maggo-pilot.html' title='Miss Maggo the Pilot'/><author><name>Dorri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07868849480007230750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mSfqxBLhNO4/TVnuYHHvIKI/AAAAAAAAAHY/ud_SHGEDytQ/s220/Picture%2B15%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wbJ5t_t2ozA/SOJ0NYaWwzI/AAAAAAAAACM/FiPKDw_jAvU/s72-c/pilot+emilie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4608213114627413142.post-2528402783231037310</id><published>2008-09-30T12:09:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T12:44:02.485-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pj'/><title type='text'>My Soccer Hero</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wbJ5t_t2ozA/SOJr3OFYG3I/AAAAAAAAACE/y9CFjQhfwME/s1600-h/pj+cropped.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251878711885044594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wbJ5t_t2ozA/SOJr3OFYG3I/AAAAAAAAACE/y9CFjQhfwME/s400/pj+cropped.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PJ started back to soccer a couple of weeks ago.  This is his second season playing and he is really enjoying it.&lt;br /&gt;He shows up at every practice excited and ready to go.  At every game he gives his 110%.  He even scored a goal 2 weeks ago.  He's really good about cheering for his team when he's not on the field.  His team has yet to win a game, but they don't give up.  I'm so proud of my little man.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4608213114627413142-2528402783231037310?l=moddysstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moddysstuff.blogspot.com/feeds/2528402783231037310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4608213114627413142&amp;postID=2528402783231037310' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4608213114627413142/posts/default/2528402783231037310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4608213114627413142/posts/default/2528402783231037310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moddysstuff.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-soccer-hero.html' title='My Soccer Hero'/><author><name>Dorri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07868849480007230750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mSfqxBLhNO4/TVnuYHHvIKI/AAAAAAAAAHY/ud_SHGEDytQ/s220/Picture%2B15%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wbJ5t_t2ozA/SOJr3OFYG3I/AAAAAAAAACE/y9CFjQhfwME/s72-c/pj+cropped.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4608213114627413142.post-4968872021689778364</id><published>2008-09-26T13:54:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T14:01:22.632-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Just One of Those Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wbJ5t_t2ozA/SN0-7wwSs4I/AAAAAAAAABs/JNDVVflsbRc/s1600-h/calvin+%26+hobbs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250421937004524418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wbJ5t_t2ozA/SN0-7wwSs4I/AAAAAAAAABs/JNDVVflsbRc/s400/calvin+%26+hobbs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is what my day is beginning to feel like, how is your day going?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Can't wait for the weekend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4608213114627413142-4968872021689778364?l=moddysstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moddysstuff.blogspot.com/feeds/4968872021689778364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4608213114627413142&amp;postID=4968872021689778364' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4608213114627413142/posts/default/4968872021689778364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4608213114627413142/posts/default/4968872021689778364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moddysstuff.blogspot.com/2008/09/just-one-of-those-days.html' title='Just One of Those Days'/><author><name>Dorri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07868849480007230750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mSfqxBLhNO4/TVnuYHHvIKI/AAAAAAAAAHY/ud_SHGEDytQ/s220/Picture%2B15%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wbJ5t_t2ozA/SN0-7wwSs4I/AAAAAAAAABs/JNDVVflsbRc/s72-c/calvin+%26+hobbs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4608213114627413142.post-8626016306119579886</id><published>2008-09-24T11:40:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T11:45:48.070-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='good for you stuff'/><title type='text'>Loved this one</title><content type='html'>There is an excellent article over at &lt;a href="http://segullah.org/small-epiphanies/take-it-like-a-lady/"&gt;Segullah&lt;/a&gt; about accepting a compliment gracefully.   It's a must read.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4608213114627413142-8626016306119579886?l=moddysstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moddysstuff.blogspot.com/feeds/8626016306119579886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4608213114627413142&amp;postID=8626016306119579886' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4608213114627413142/posts/default/8626016306119579886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4608213114627413142/posts/default/8626016306119579886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moddysstuff.blogspot.com/2008/09/loved-this-one.html' title='Loved this one'/><author><name>Dorri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07868849480007230750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mSfqxBLhNO4/TVnuYHHvIKI/AAAAAAAAAHY/ud_SHGEDytQ/s220/Picture%2B15%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4608213114627413142.post-6438742019357483390</id><published>2008-09-24T08:43:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T09:03:11.851-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='what were they thinking'/><title type='text'>Dear Parent...</title><content type='html'>Dear Parent who thought it was a good idea to let your 2nd grade son get his ear pierced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What were you thinking, and why did you then letting him put in a little hoop and wear it to school, I'm guessing it's because you thought it looked so cool. You were wrong, and now your poor kid has a huge hole in his ear were the above mentioned hoop was ripped out. Lovely!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-signed parent of a 2nd grade boy who now wants a earring too even after seeing the hoop get ripped out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4608213114627413142-6438742019357483390?l=moddysstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moddysstuff.blogspot.com/feeds/6438742019357483390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4608213114627413142&amp;postID=6438742019357483390' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4608213114627413142/posts/default/6438742019357483390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4608213114627413142/posts/default/6438742019357483390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moddysstuff.blogspot.com/2008/09/dear-parent.html' title='Dear Parent...'/><author><name>Dorri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07868849480007230750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mSfqxBLhNO4/TVnuYHHvIKI/AAAAAAAAAHY/ud_SHGEDytQ/s220/Picture%2B15%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4608213114627413142.post-1561164235107324287</id><published>2008-09-23T14:15:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T08:54:13.153-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='intro'/><title type='text'>Tagged</title><content type='html'>Part of the reason I finally decided to do my one thang was getting tagged by &lt;a href="http://www.erikaandryan.blogspot.com/"&gt;Erika&lt;/a&gt;. So here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was I doing 5 years ago?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were living in Vancouver WA. Um I was pregnant with Miss Magoo, me and the toliet had become very close by now. When I wasn't "visitng" the toliet I was sleeping on our comfy big brown couch. PJ started out telling "mommy" to wake up so he could show me something, then we progressed to him telling me to close my eyes. He figured he could get into more stuff while I was sleeping. Hubby was busy working and finishing his BS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pet Peeves&lt;br /&gt;to many things to list but here's a few of them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crusty people&lt;br /&gt;primary teachers who won't get a sub, thinking that the other teachers can just divy up their class&lt;br /&gt;tail gaters (stupid drivers in general)&lt;br /&gt;cleaning the bathroom&lt;br /&gt;when the library doesn't have the book I'm dying to read&lt;br /&gt;(okay that's all I'm going with, the others sounded way to petty)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things I would do if I were a Billionaire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pay off my house, cc debit, hubby's school loans&lt;br /&gt;take a one of a kind vacation with my whole family, and then with hubby's whole family&lt;br /&gt;get a gardener to make my yard the coolest on the block&lt;br /&gt;hire a personal trainer&lt;br /&gt;never wear the same pair of socks more than once&lt;br /&gt;have a fabulous shoe collection&lt;br /&gt;pay for my parents next mission&lt;br /&gt;take cooking lessons from Paula Dean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Foods&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pizza (Juliano's in Van. WA, Flying Pie in Boise ID, Pie Pizzaria in SLC UT.)&lt;br /&gt;curly fries from Jitb&lt;br /&gt;mom's cinnamon twists &amp;amp; her bread&lt;br /&gt;mexican food&lt;br /&gt;peanut butter/chocolate ice cream&lt;br /&gt;a good burger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tagging: Jessica &amp;amp; Kitti&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4608213114627413142-1561164235107324287?l=moddysstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moddysstuff.blogspot.com/feeds/1561164235107324287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4608213114627413142&amp;postID=1561164235107324287' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4608213114627413142/posts/default/1561164235107324287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4608213114627413142/posts/default/1561164235107324287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moddysstuff.blogspot.com/2008/09/tagged.html' title='Tagged'/><author><name>Dorri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07868849480007230750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mSfqxBLhNO4/TVnuYHHvIKI/AAAAAAAAAHY/ud_SHGEDytQ/s220/Picture%2B15%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4608213114627413142.post-5657620167294057513</id><published>2008-09-23T13:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T13:23:50.082-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='intro'/><title type='text'>Here I am</title><content type='html'>So I've joined the blogging world again.  Basically this is going to be about my life and the funny/irritating/cute things my kids (family) does.  Mostly it's all about me though, just like it should be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4608213114627413142-5657620167294057513?l=moddysstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moddysstuff.blogspot.com/feeds/5657620167294057513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4608213114627413142&amp;postID=5657620167294057513' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4608213114627413142/posts/default/5657620167294057513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4608213114627413142/posts/default/5657620167294057513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moddysstuff.blogspot.com/2008/09/here-i-am.html' title='Here I am'/><author><name>Dorri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07868849480007230750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mSfqxBLhNO4/TVnuYHHvIKI/AAAAAAAAAHY/ud_SHGEDytQ/s220/Picture%2B15%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
