<?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-7094429252652495000</id><updated>2012-02-15T22:38:50.146-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just C</title><subtitle type='html'>Snobby Hick Mom of 3 teens.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cgpl.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094429252652495000/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cgpl.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mum C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02500664705876494537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UKypWlzd0yo/SSGTYtyGxGI/AAAAAAAAABM/3J71r9Zlex4/S220/IMG_0917.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>35</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7094429252652495000.post-4411094783658208515</id><published>2010-04-27T11:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T12:03:16.968-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time Rambles On</title><content type='html'>A lot has passed since I last blogged, BD has now graduated and had a couple birthdays. I am now minus one teenager, BD is now 20.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BP is soon to have a birthday and will be one year closers to leaving the teen years. He graduates this spring Yeah!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AC is challenging her self by taking college courses as well as high school classes next year. She will be graduating next spring. soon all will be gone, not sure to cheer or cry!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7094429252652495000-4411094783658208515?l=cgpl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cgpl.blogspot.com/feeds/4411094783658208515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7094429252652495000&amp;postID=4411094783658208515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094429252652495000/posts/default/4411094783658208515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094429252652495000/posts/default/4411094783658208515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cgpl.blogspot.com/2010/04/time-rambles-on.html' title='Time Rambles On'/><author><name>Mum C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02500664705876494537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UKypWlzd0yo/SSGTYtyGxGI/AAAAAAAAABM/3J71r9Zlex4/S220/IMG_0917.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7094429252652495000.post-1230230774587372288</id><published>2009-06-22T22:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T22:33:23.038-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Time Much Has Happened</title><content type='html'>It has been a long long time since I have written a blog, there is much to catch up on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas was a great event my siblings and their families came to my house, we had 19 people and 6 dogs, AB, TP, and MG loved all the other puppies 2 were visiting with family one we found Christmas Eve and no vets offices were open till the next Monday so the lost puppy spent Christmas with us. But happily we found her home, and her people were happy to have her back. We also had a very White Christmas I was so very happy! New Years was fun as always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AC had a part in the school musical Titanic she was a French mistress she do so well the whole cast was awesome.They received an award for best program design.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then graduation was approaching and BD was on course to receive his diploma with honors, or so we thought He failed the written part of a state test and we were told he would not be receiving a diploma. The fight was on in the end he was able to take a different test and pasted so he did receive a diploma! Yeah and graduated with honors. He gave a speech for his baccalaureate again he did a great job!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HSSH thew me a surprise birthday party, so many friends and family came and partied. It was the same weekend as graduation so we partied with friends and family all weekend long! The weather was so nice it was warm but not blasting hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is moving on I have one graduated and over the next 2 years both of my other teens will be graduating. It leaves me wondering what will I do then! I guess I have a new adventure in life to look forward to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7094429252652495000-1230230774587372288?l=cgpl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cgpl.blogspot.com/feeds/1230230774587372288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7094429252652495000&amp;postID=1230230774587372288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094429252652495000/posts/default/1230230774587372288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094429252652495000/posts/default/1230230774587372288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cgpl.blogspot.com/2009/06/long-time-much-has-happened.html' title='Long Time Much Has Happened'/><author><name>Mum C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02500664705876494537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UKypWlzd0yo/SSGTYtyGxGI/AAAAAAAAABM/3J71r9Zlex4/S220/IMG_0917.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7094429252652495000.post-5046269720429131690</id><published>2008-11-17T07:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T08:05:22.932-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tis the Season</title><content type='html'>Holidays are coming soon this year I am anticipating them more then usual. Not sure why Just am.&lt;br /&gt;We as a family were originally headed to see family in another state for both Thanksgiving and Christmas. Things came up and we are having them both at home.  For Thanksgiving my brother is coming and a friend. For Christmas my sisters and brother and their families are coming. So I will have a happy house full. The teens are excited as is HSSH. He enloys the brother in laws they can do guy stuff, like deep fry a turkey, paintball?, play video games, and have someone to watch action movies with. The teens like action but are to loud for him. I don't watch movies too much. So everyone is excited for the Holidays this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now Happy Thanxmas!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7094429252652495000-5046269720429131690?l=cgpl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cgpl.blogspot.com/feeds/5046269720429131690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7094429252652495000&amp;postID=5046269720429131690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094429252652495000/posts/default/5046269720429131690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094429252652495000/posts/default/5046269720429131690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cgpl.blogspot.com/2008/11/tis-season.html' title='Tis the Season'/><author><name>Mum C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02500664705876494537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UKypWlzd0yo/SSGTYtyGxGI/AAAAAAAAABM/3J71r9Zlex4/S220/IMG_0917.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7094429252652495000.post-7765466834114008347</id><published>2008-10-29T11:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T12:24:14.114-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random</title><content type='html'>Just some random thoughts today cause my mind is not connecting things today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so they all just went flying away. So a few other things if I can remember them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is good, I have 3 healthy teens driving me crazy. But add everyday I Love You Mom!!&lt;br /&gt;I have been subbing at their high school each one will say Hi Mom when they spot me in the hall, or when I end up sitting in their class. AC invited me to stand with her and her friends during her lunch. My lunch break was at the same time. I feel it a honor that they like me around. My &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;HSSH&lt;/span&gt; and I were asked by AC and her date to be chaperons for dinner when they went out for Homecoming. The boys both like going places with me and introducing me to friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;HSSH&lt;/span&gt; whom works very hard to provide for us. Recently he was on strike and had no income some how he worked it out and ended up doing odd jobs for people and we made all our bills without falling behind. We thank God for that. He tells me everyday how much he loves me and never leaves with out giving me a kiss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have house to call home and looking forward to buying one soon. (we rent) Food is on the table and in the cupboards, although &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;BP&lt;/span&gt; would argue that point. It's not always what he likes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Animals&lt;/span&gt; to care for and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;receive&lt;/span&gt; laughs, loyalty, and love  in return. Oh yeah MG is ours, no people came to claim her. AB is not so sure she like the compitition, TP loves having another dog here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SC caught a mouse early in the morning and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;decided&lt;/span&gt; that my bathroom was a great place to play with it. I got up to go and the mouse shot out from under a towel toward my feet, with SC help. I screamed and pick up my feet and screamed "GET IT KITTY" she didn't. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;HSSH&lt;/span&gt; came to the rescue and took care of the mouse and send SC out side. But after that excitement I could not go back to sleep.  Neither did &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;HSSH&lt;/span&gt;, sorry sweetie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is good and I am Blessed to have love to give and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;receive&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7094429252652495000-7765466834114008347?l=cgpl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cgpl.blogspot.com/feeds/7765466834114008347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7094429252652495000&amp;postID=7765466834114008347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094429252652495000/posts/default/7765466834114008347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094429252652495000/posts/default/7765466834114008347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cgpl.blogspot.com/2008/10/random.html' title='Random'/><author><name>Mum C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02500664705876494537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UKypWlzd0yo/SSGTYtyGxGI/AAAAAAAAABM/3J71r9Zlex4/S220/IMG_0917.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7094429252652495000.post-982989189917095183</id><published>2008-09-18T20:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T21:06:09.979-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New School Year</title><content type='html'>A new year has started and the teens are doing great. No lecture from AC to the boys about leaving her alone. The boys have left her alone. BD graduates this year and stressing as to which college to go to. BP is feeling like he can make it through the year.AC has a boyfriend and has not much time to spare. AB, TP, SC, and the OC are all adjusting to MD and she is adjusting to us.  HSSH is having a forced vacation but loving it he has been relaxed and helpful completing along list of things that needed to be done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is Good and Happy!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7094429252652495000-982989189917095183?l=cgpl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cgpl.blogspot.com/feeds/982989189917095183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7094429252652495000&amp;postID=982989189917095183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094429252652495000/posts/default/982989189917095183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094429252652495000/posts/default/982989189917095183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cgpl.blogspot.com/2008/09/new-school-year.html' title='New School Year'/><author><name>Mum C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02500664705876494537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UKypWlzd0yo/SSGTYtyGxGI/AAAAAAAAABM/3J71r9Zlex4/S220/IMG_0917.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7094429252652495000.post-4907365827740375150</id><published>2008-09-04T19:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T19:28:47.122-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Drugged</title><content type='html'>Here is a little blurb about drugging I found interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh To Be Drugged"&lt;br /&gt;The other day, someone at a store in our town read that a Methamphetamine lab had been found in an old farmhouse in the adjoining county. He asked me a rhetorical question, " Why didn't we have a drug problem when you and I were growing up?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I replied that I did have a drug problem when I was young: I was drug to church on Sunday morning. I was drug to church for weddings and funerals. I was drug to family reunions and community socials no matter the weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was drug by my ear when I was disrespectful to adults. I was drug to the woodshed when I disobeyed my parents, told a lie, brought home a bad report card, did not speak with respect, spoke ill of the teacher or the preacher, or if I didn't put forth my best effort in everything that was asked of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was drug to the kitchen sink to have my mouth washed out with soap if I uttered a profanity. I was drug out to pull weeds in my mom's garden and flower beds and cockelburrs out of dad's fields.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was drug to the homes of family, friends, and neighbors to help some poor soul who had no one to mow the yard, repair the clothesline, or chop some firewood, and if my mother had ever known that I took a single dime as a tip for this kindness, she would have drug me back to the woodshed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those drugs are still in my veins, and they affect my behavior in everything I do, say, and think. They are stronger than cocaine, crack, or heroin: and if today's children had this kind of drug problem, America would be a better place to live. God bless the parents who drugged us!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a drug problem I grew up with and want to say a big Thank you to my parents. I hope these are the drug problems my teens have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7094429252652495000-4907365827740375150?l=cgpl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cgpl.blogspot.com/feeds/4907365827740375150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7094429252652495000&amp;postID=4907365827740375150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094429252652495000/posts/default/4907365827740375150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094429252652495000/posts/default/4907365827740375150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cgpl.blogspot.com/2008/09/drugged.html' title='Drugged'/><author><name>Mum C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02500664705876494537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UKypWlzd0yo/SSGTYtyGxGI/AAAAAAAAABM/3J71r9Zlex4/S220/IMG_0917.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7094429252652495000.post-1233244412232804048</id><published>2008-06-13T22:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T23:01:12.931-07:00</updated><title type='text'>End &amp; Memories</title><content type='html'>Tonight I was at a friends house our teens grew up together. They had an end of the year party. It was amazing the stories we both have, about our teens. We both have a teens who are now seniors in high school next year they graduate BD is one.WOW!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being able to watch them grow and become the great people they are is truly amazing and the Struggles they have gone through the years and how hard we as parents have had to fight many battles to make sure they are able to be and grow. Both boys were born way to early and had a rough start. School did not come easy for either of them, yet here they are looking toward college. After the struggles of high school they both want to continue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was able to create memories with such a great family! I feel truly blessed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7094429252652495000-1233244412232804048?l=cgpl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cgpl.blogspot.com/feeds/1233244412232804048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7094429252652495000&amp;postID=1233244412232804048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094429252652495000/posts/default/1233244412232804048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094429252652495000/posts/default/1233244412232804048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cgpl.blogspot.com/2008/06/end-memories.html' title='End &amp; Memories'/><author><name>Mum C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02500664705876494537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UKypWlzd0yo/SSGTYtyGxGI/AAAAAAAAABM/3J71r9Zlex4/S220/IMG_0917.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7094429252652495000.post-1817473588539956411</id><published>2008-05-06T18:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T18:27:43.778-07:00</updated><title type='text'>20 Years</title><content type='html'>This last weekend I celebrated my 20 year high school reunion. I helped plan it. It turned out so great so many people came. We took a picture of the whole class WOW where there a lot of people. When I saw them all lined up standing in a group it made all the hard work worth it. So many people made it a point to be there. It was because of the hard efforts of two other class mates researching and locating so many of our class. I just did the meal and decorations for it. But it was still so much fun..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7094429252652495000-1817473588539956411?l=cgpl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cgpl.blogspot.com/feeds/1817473588539956411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7094429252652495000&amp;postID=1817473588539956411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094429252652495000/posts/default/1817473588539956411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094429252652495000/posts/default/1817473588539956411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cgpl.blogspot.com/2008/05/20-years.html' title='20 Years'/><author><name>Mum C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02500664705876494537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UKypWlzd0yo/SSGTYtyGxGI/AAAAAAAAABM/3J71r9Zlex4/S220/IMG_0917.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7094429252652495000.post-2711874324645314263</id><published>2008-01-20T10:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T10:59:58.556-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life</title><content type='html'>It has been awhile since I've blogged. Also a new year it has been busy AC is now a year older. Soon BD, and BP will also be a year old. They are all headed onto adulthood with lots of gusto and enthusiasm . Sometimes more then I am ready to take. AB will soon have a new puppy to play with. We are adopting a male aussie pup, for BP as a project he is so excited to have a dog of his own. Both AC, and BD have had dogs. SC lately has been following me around meowing loudly until I settle and she can sit on my lap and be petted. I have never seen such a needy, demanding cat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I read a blog from a mom who said goodbye to her four year old son, he died of lung cancer. It was one of the hardest thing to read. Memories of BD in the hospital after his head injury and Dr. telling us he may not live came pouring back. Thank God Dr. don't always know how resilient  the humane brain is. The next week the statement was " He will never walk or talk. Do you want information on a nursing home?" What do you answer to that? My response "HELL  NO! He will come home and walk and talk!"  The Dr. all shook thier heads, this lady is in denial and won't face the truth. No I knew what a fighter BD is. Three month's later (after rehab) on Thanksgiving day BD came home sat at the table and ate turkey, gravy, mashed potatoes, and pumpkin pie. None of it blended to a soft texture. He walked to the table!. And when HSSH asked" BD do you want that blended?" BD responded "DAD YUCK!!!" The pain of facing a child's death is one of the hardest realities to face. This family was able to say good bye and reassure him that they would be okay. Is helpful but still painful and hard. My prayers are with this family and many others for the hard good bye's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May all be well with you and yours this year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7094429252652495000-2711874324645314263?l=cgpl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cgpl.blogspot.com/feeds/2711874324645314263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7094429252652495000&amp;postID=2711874324645314263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094429252652495000/posts/default/2711874324645314263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094429252652495000/posts/default/2711874324645314263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cgpl.blogspot.com/2008/01/life.html' title='Life'/><author><name>Mum C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02500664705876494537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UKypWlzd0yo/SSGTYtyGxGI/AAAAAAAAABM/3J71r9Zlex4/S220/IMG_0917.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7094429252652495000.post-92728841655851705</id><published>2007-12-23T14:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-23T14:40:03.160-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tis the Season</title><content type='html'>As Christmas approaches  I find myself wandering back again to my childhood. It was such a simple time homemade gifts, candies, cookies, breads, cinnamon rolls, pies, decorations.   Large family gatherings at my grandparents house. Kids everywhere. My family had 6, one aunt had 7, the other had 2, plus more distant cousins, oh so many kids and generally we all spent the night at Grandma's and Grandpa's house. My favorite parts were the homemade hard candy made with oil flavoring rather than extract, and peeking down the stairs looking for Santa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Christmas day we would have sled races, snowmobile rides, horse rides in the snow with my uncle was one of my favorites. The horses dressed in their winter shaggy fur, along with the snow and shaggy cows feeding in the snow. The sun shining on the snow and making it sparkly .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Teens have their own memories of past Christmas at grandparents. Though very different they are also cherished. As a parent I have striven to create memories and traditions for my children as I had growing up. And as we were remembering   past Christmases I see that I was successful. They have many memories of great Christmases  and I feel blessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently the grandparents have moved far enough away that we can no longer spend Christmases together. But the Teens have a strong since of family and traditions that they will hopefully carry on to their children!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope this season find everyone with fond and blessed memories.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7094429252652495000-92728841655851705?l=cgpl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cgpl.blogspot.com/feeds/92728841655851705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7094429252652495000&amp;postID=92728841655851705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094429252652495000/posts/default/92728841655851705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094429252652495000/posts/default/92728841655851705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cgpl.blogspot.com/2007/12/tis-season.html' title='Tis the Season'/><author><name>Mum C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02500664705876494537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UKypWlzd0yo/SSGTYtyGxGI/AAAAAAAAABM/3J71r9Zlex4/S220/IMG_0917.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7094429252652495000.post-3274420944779487833</id><published>2007-12-16T00:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-16T00:56:31.494-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Experiance</title><content type='html'>Last night I went with the teens to a youth club to hear an all age concert.  . I found out that I like techno. I also learned that there are people who just see you as a great person no matter how long you've known them or what you wear. They are sure of who they are and that is all they need, they were kind and open, no judgment is made on anyone, free to move as the music moves them. And NO drugs or booze were involved. It was such a relief to just be, no expectations, no stress. It introduced the teens to a side of life I have just found. I was raised in a very sheltered bubble. Not that it was bad just sheltered. A lot of things I did not understand and still have a hard time with. The teens have a great grasp on much more in life then I did, they accept  people and situations better then I  had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do have to add that the clothes took me back a few years. Oh the Spandex, lots and lots with Bright colors. One girl had on a pair of shiny turquoise it reminded me of my sophomore year in high school I had a friend she had a pair the same color. The memories that floated through my head. I never really cared for the spandex. The styles were so 80's WOW. Mob surfing. I had to even push through the masses looking for some one.  The smell was strong that many sweaty teens in one place!   But what a great time we had.If you have a chance to visit a teen club Go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so worth the long drive, messy house, (I skipped cleaning it so they could go), to see the teens have such a great and carefree time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A dear person even bought them T-shirts of their favorite band of the night. Thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7094429252652495000-3274420944779487833?l=cgpl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cgpl.blogspot.com/feeds/3274420944779487833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7094429252652495000&amp;postID=3274420944779487833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094429252652495000/posts/default/3274420944779487833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094429252652495000/posts/default/3274420944779487833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cgpl.blogspot.com/2007/12/new-experiance.html' title='New Experiance'/><author><name>Mum C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02500664705876494537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UKypWlzd0yo/SSGTYtyGxGI/AAAAAAAAABM/3J71r9Zlex4/S220/IMG_0917.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7094429252652495000.post-1715967499171062490</id><published>2007-12-05T18:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T18:56:20.547-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Squeak, SQUEAK</title><content type='html'>Today the nasty cold bug that the rest of my family had last week caught me. The 3 teens are laughing because when I talk all that comes out is air and squeaks, they have to get really close in order to hear me. They also found out that if they pretend not to hear me  then I yell and a very high pitched SQUEAK  comes out. They just laugh, BD just came by chasing BP I said I don't want to yell tonight he heard SQUEAK, squeak. squeak, then just laughed. It also doesn't help that AC has had an ear infection and can't hear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope each of you has a great season. Enjoy the snow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7094429252652495000-1715967499171062490?l=cgpl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cgpl.blogspot.com/feeds/1715967499171062490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7094429252652495000&amp;postID=1715967499171062490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094429252652495000/posts/default/1715967499171062490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094429252652495000/posts/default/1715967499171062490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cgpl.blogspot.com/2007/12/squeak-squeak.html' title='Squeak, SQUEAK'/><author><name>Mum C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02500664705876494537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UKypWlzd0yo/SSGTYtyGxGI/AAAAAAAAABM/3J71r9Zlex4/S220/IMG_0917.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7094429252652495000.post-20783225365256965</id><published>2007-11-28T17:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T17:48:13.363-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>Thanksgiving was great. My sisters, parents, and brother all met and had a great time. I returned my brother home in exchange for HSSH to finish the weekend. We had to drive over the mountain  which had lots of snow, oh so beautiful in the full moonlight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way home BD had a migraine we gave him meds he slept all the way home. Upon arrival home BP, AC, and HSSH all came down with sore throats, coughs, stuffy noses, and ear aches. AC ended up with a perforated  ear drum. Both teens have missed school.  Such is life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Day!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7094429252652495000-20783225365256965?l=cgpl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cgpl.blogspot.com/feeds/20783225365256965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7094429252652495000&amp;postID=20783225365256965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094429252652495000/posts/default/20783225365256965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094429252652495000/posts/default/20783225365256965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cgpl.blogspot.com/2007/11/thanksgiving.html' title='Thanksgiving'/><author><name>Mum C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02500664705876494537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UKypWlzd0yo/SSGTYtyGxGI/AAAAAAAAABM/3J71r9Zlex4/S220/IMG_0917.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7094429252652495000.post-6160862749836811074</id><published>2007-11-20T22:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T22:22:46.887-08:00</updated><title type='text'>4 yr olds</title><content type='html'>Today  I learned how nice it fells to comfort. My teens need a different kind of comfort not quiet as easy as a 4 yr old. 4yr old fell and had the wind knocked out of her. I went to comfort her. she snuggled in and cried. I could feel her relax and calm. Teens don't relax as well. I now know why I work with kids. they are what adds variety  in life. Each age adds it's own  special   positives and negativities. But together they are memories and laughter that binds us together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am getting sleepy. And am not making since to my self. Off to bed nite!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7094429252652495000-6160862749836811074?l=cgpl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cgpl.blogspot.com/feeds/6160862749836811074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7094429252652495000&amp;postID=6160862749836811074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094429252652495000/posts/default/6160862749836811074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094429252652495000/posts/default/6160862749836811074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cgpl.blogspot.com/2007/11/4-yr-olds.html' title='4 yr olds'/><author><name>Mum C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02500664705876494537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UKypWlzd0yo/SSGTYtyGxGI/AAAAAAAAABM/3J71r9Zlex4/S220/IMG_0917.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7094429252652495000.post-822034317745025313</id><published>2007-11-19T21:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T21:56:58.542-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Snooty Cat</title><content type='html'>Not much new from 4yr olds. But SC (snooty cat) has ear infections in both ears. I have to put drops in and clean out the crud. I was doing this the first time, she didn't scratch or bite me just shook her head, yowled , growled, and ran off under my bed, where she spent the next five hours. Every time I reached under to pet her she would growled, and moved away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the first time I then had a treat for her. things are much happier now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7094429252652495000-822034317745025313?l=cgpl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cgpl.blogspot.com/feeds/822034317745025313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7094429252652495000&amp;postID=822034317745025313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094429252652495000/posts/default/822034317745025313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094429252652495000/posts/default/822034317745025313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cgpl.blogspot.com/2007/11/snooty-cat.html' title='Snooty Cat'/><author><name>Mum C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02500664705876494537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UKypWlzd0yo/SSGTYtyGxGI/AAAAAAAAABM/3J71r9Zlex4/S220/IMG_0917.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7094429252652495000.post-1725687496308615909</id><published>2007-11-08T18:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T18:35:59.659-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I've Learned From 4 yr olds</title><content type='html'>1. mix boys and girls= poison&lt;br /&gt;2. suburban + van= Grand&lt;br /&gt;3. a spider on a mat can over take tumbling class&lt;br /&gt;4. mom's feed you vinegar to make you sick&lt;br /&gt;5. you can do anything  just throw your self into it&lt;br /&gt;6. there are boy hair cuts and girl haircuts anything longer than chin is girl anything shorter is boy&lt;br /&gt;7. it is possible to put on  1/4th inch thick nail polish&lt;br /&gt;8. and for a 4 yr old to put on said amount without getting on the floor&lt;br /&gt;9. hugs makes everything better&lt;br /&gt;10. the world is full of new possibilities&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll learn more tomorrow  and post a new 4yr old in the next week or  so !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet dreams&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7094429252652495000-1725687496308615909?l=cgpl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cgpl.blogspot.com/feeds/1725687496308615909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7094429252652495000&amp;postID=1725687496308615909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094429252652495000/posts/default/1725687496308615909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094429252652495000/posts/default/1725687496308615909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cgpl.blogspot.com/2007/11/things-ive-learned-from-4-yr-olds.html' title='Things I&apos;ve Learned From 4 yr olds'/><author><name>Mum C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02500664705876494537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UKypWlzd0yo/SSGTYtyGxGI/AAAAAAAAABM/3J71r9Zlex4/S220/IMG_0917.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7094429252652495000.post-8237966707742536386</id><published>2007-11-08T14:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T14:53:24.086-08:00</updated><title type='text'>More 4yr. old</title><content type='html'>Yesterday 4 yr old tells me her mom has a Suburban and Mini van mixed. I said "What your mom has a Grand Caravan". Her response "Right  when you mix a Suburban and a van you get a Grand."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today while visiting a friend who has many cats, 4yr old asks if she can pet one of the cats, friend said sure then turned to me and says that she was taking her daughter and a few friends to sushi. 4 yr old asks "what is sushi like?" We said it was something to eat. With a horrified look 4 yr old says I don't want to eat  sheshe kitty. We then explained that sushi was food not a cat. I then bought veggie sushi for lunch, 4yr old liked only the carrots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world sure looks different from a 4yr olds view. I truly look at everything different now. It's kind of refreshing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you have a happy day! I'm off to do gymnastics.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7094429252652495000-8237966707742536386?l=cgpl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cgpl.blogspot.com/feeds/8237966707742536386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7094429252652495000&amp;postID=8237966707742536386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094429252652495000/posts/default/8237966707742536386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094429252652495000/posts/default/8237966707742536386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cgpl.blogspot.com/2007/11/more-4yr-old.html' title='More 4yr. old'/><author><name>Mum C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02500664705876494537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UKypWlzd0yo/SSGTYtyGxGI/AAAAAAAAABM/3J71r9Zlex4/S220/IMG_0917.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7094429252652495000.post-3791392386504259276</id><published>2007-11-03T17:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-03T17:57:09.495-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Four year old views</title><content type='html'>While sitting in the Dr. office waiting room there was a man who's hair was in a ponytail. The 4 year old "Why  is he wearing his hair like that." I said "It is long enough to wear it that way." 4yr "OH!" A few minuets later another gentleman comes by with a ponytail. 4yr,"Why is his hair like that?" Me "Why do you wear your hair in a ponytail?" 4yr. "Cause I a girl and it is what girls wear there hair." Then a lady walks by, 4yr "That is a boys hair." the whole waiting room is now giggling. We thankfully were called at that time. This is a 4yr old I watch. I was at the Dr for BD's foot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday 4yr and I were driving home and she was spelling words, "Boy is spelled l-k-e-d, girl is spelled f-r-c-a. When you mix boy with girl that is poison, and then you die!" Well I guess as a 4year old boys and girls would be poison.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a Happy Day:}&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7094429252652495000-3791392386504259276?l=cgpl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cgpl.blogspot.com/feeds/3791392386504259276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7094429252652495000&amp;postID=3791392386504259276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094429252652495000/posts/default/3791392386504259276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094429252652495000/posts/default/3791392386504259276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cgpl.blogspot.com/2007/11/four-year-old-views.html' title='Four year old views'/><author><name>Mum C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02500664705876494537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UKypWlzd0yo/SSGTYtyGxGI/AAAAAAAAABM/3J71r9Zlex4/S220/IMG_0917.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7094429252652495000.post-6153503717369804770</id><published>2007-11-01T23:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T23:36:40.878-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3 Teens</title><content type='html'>Today the teens were at each other. BD would stick his tongue out at AC and she would scream (yes scream) stop it. Which then BP would of course mimic this, and around it would go again. It didn't help that BD came home from the orthopedics (fracture in  his foot)  with a walking boot on and what a lot of noise he can make. It is end of quarter at school and everyone is rushing to finish undone assignments.  Late night last night due to Oct.31 activities. My house was not to cheerful. I was even tempted to trade them with my sister for her whiny  2yr. old.  I guess some day's  just go like that. I love them any ways. AC did complete the dishes for me what a great surprise. AB had to be in a crate for 4 hr. then I had a clingy  dog for the rest of the day.  She has a few issues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are now all off to dreamland and the house is quiet. Night all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7094429252652495000-6153503717369804770?l=cgpl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cgpl.blogspot.com/feeds/6153503717369804770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7094429252652495000&amp;postID=6153503717369804770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094429252652495000/posts/default/6153503717369804770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094429252652495000/posts/default/6153503717369804770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cgpl.blogspot.com/2007/11/3-teens.html' title='3 Teens'/><author><name>Mum C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02500664705876494537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UKypWlzd0yo/SSGTYtyGxGI/AAAAAAAAABM/3J71r9Zlex4/S220/IMG_0917.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7094429252652495000.post-1820343528369439133</id><published>2007-10-26T23:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T23:30:53.907-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nice Day</title><content type='html'>Today was a beautiful day. I woke up  there was a full moon, it silhouetted  the mountain, bright stars in the sky. Later while driving to work the sun was shining, not a cloud in the sky, the air was brisk and clean, a lite frost on the fields, the mountain clear as ever, foot hills capped in snow, the farm animals with slightly shaggy coats not quiet winter but heavier then summer. It was a perfect scene. And I was on my way to teacher 3-5year olds tumbling one of my favorite groups to teach. How can I not see God in all that beauty?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the teens came home BD, and BP were in good moods. Bd had donated blood(he saved three lives) to him it was the high point of his month. BP had the house alone for 2hr while BD  and I finished his  job. BP was happy to have "alone" time. AC went to a friends house then to the football game last one of the season. BP also went they lost. I guess then everyone was tired cause my perfect day ended. And teen reality began ....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7094429252652495000-1820343528369439133?l=cgpl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cgpl.blogspot.com/feeds/1820343528369439133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7094429252652495000&amp;postID=1820343528369439133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094429252652495000/posts/default/1820343528369439133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094429252652495000/posts/default/1820343528369439133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cgpl.blogspot.com/2007/10/nice-day.html' title='Nice Day'/><author><name>Mum C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02500664705876494537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UKypWlzd0yo/SSGTYtyGxGI/AAAAAAAAABM/3J71r9Zlex4/S220/IMG_0917.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7094429252652495000.post-1277280943863708832</id><published>2007-10-20T23:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-20T23:13:59.781-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun</title><content type='html'>Tonight I helped host a Fall Gathering for our church kids. Many of the church kids plus many other friends came. What a blast candy, games, and renting a bouncy house was the greatest money we have spent, it was worth every penny. Even a few adults jumped in it. a social gathering seem to be a  good refreshing thing for people after a week of wind and rain.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;     Anyone know where to find the high beams on a 1976 station wagon? I found out tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Time to head off for the night sweet dreams all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7094429252652495000-1277280943863708832?l=cgpl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cgpl.blogspot.com/feeds/1277280943863708832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7094429252652495000&amp;postID=1277280943863708832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094429252652495000/posts/default/1277280943863708832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094429252652495000/posts/default/1277280943863708832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cgpl.blogspot.com/2007/10/fun.html' title='Fun'/><author><name>Mum C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02500664705876494537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UKypWlzd0yo/SSGTYtyGxGI/AAAAAAAAABM/3J71r9Zlex4/S220/IMG_0917.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7094429252652495000.post-2965887124227648185</id><published>2007-10-14T00:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-14T00:29:53.658-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dance</title><content type='html'>Last week was Homecoming dance for  the teens. Two went BD rented a tux, bought a corsage , paid for pictures , asked 10-12 girls before a friend said yes. Gotta hand it to the boy he didn't give up or take any rejection. He had a great time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AL went stag a group of friends were supposed to meet her there no one showed, so she ran into a person she had met 2 weeks ago they had a great time, and she has a new friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BP missed out he just didn't want to go. I think after the rave reviews given by AC, and BD he will be going to the next dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AB has agian worn a path around our friends chicken pen. They move it every couple of weeks. Our cats just won't stay where AB thinks they should be. The cats fight back the chickens don't.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7094429252652495000-2965887124227648185?l=cgpl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cgpl.blogspot.com/feeds/2965887124227648185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7094429252652495000&amp;postID=2965887124227648185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094429252652495000/posts/default/2965887124227648185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094429252652495000/posts/default/2965887124227648185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cgpl.blogspot.com/2007/10/dance.html' title='Dance'/><author><name>Mum C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02500664705876494537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UKypWlzd0yo/SSGTYtyGxGI/AAAAAAAAABM/3J71r9Zlex4/S220/IMG_0917.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7094429252652495000.post-3827774172397315318</id><published>2007-10-11T23:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T23:26:33.061-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vent</title><content type='html'>Why is it that only the Mom can see clutter? Or that the bathroom could use a touch? There are leaves in the yard and the dishwasher is full?  This week I was sick and then had to catch up with the extra jobs. My family I guess was on vacation cause no one else cleaned; but wait where did the mess come from??? I guess it's the person who's mail we get Guadalupe Santos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that the Mom is the one who can put a meal together? Or has to drop everything to take a teen wherever they want to go or be picked up from?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it is all part of the title, Sometimes a thanks maybe even a smile. If they could just skip the change in attitude when they enter the car after the friend is gone. I love being mom just want them to notice:}&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7094429252652495000-3827774172397315318?l=cgpl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cgpl.blogspot.com/feeds/3827774172397315318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7094429252652495000&amp;postID=3827774172397315318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094429252652495000/posts/default/3827774172397315318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094429252652495000/posts/default/3827774172397315318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cgpl.blogspot.com/2007/10/vent.html' title='Vent'/><author><name>Mum C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02500664705876494537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UKypWlzd0yo/SSGTYtyGxGI/AAAAAAAAABM/3J71r9Zlex4/S220/IMG_0917.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7094429252652495000.post-2462095496459664586</id><published>2007-10-04T22:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T22:24:11.242-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quotes</title><content type='html'>A couple of quotes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The greatest gift you can give someone is time." Robin Roberts on GMA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"One of the advantages of being disorganized is that you are constantly finding exciting discoveries" Unknown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't try to micro manage every point of your life. The key to keeping it balanced is to let each part get just a little messy." Me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7094429252652495000-2462095496459664586?l=cgpl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cgpl.blogspot.com/feeds/2462095496459664586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7094429252652495000&amp;postID=2462095496459664586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094429252652495000/posts/default/2462095496459664586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094429252652495000/posts/default/2462095496459664586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cgpl.blogspot.com/2007/10/quotes.html' title='Quotes'/><author><name>Mum C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02500664705876494537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UKypWlzd0yo/SSGTYtyGxGI/AAAAAAAAABM/3J71r9Zlex4/S220/IMG_0917.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7094429252652495000.post-4920902960810185129</id><published>2007-09-27T22:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T23:35:29.339-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My fam</title><content type='html'>Today I thought I'd tell you a little about my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AC went to the Dr. she our nonathletic child has buritis , inflammation  around the  hip bone. This was caused by her starting to jog.  She went jogging once.  I jog 3 times  a week, swim 2 times, and walk daily and have sustained no injuries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BD has asked a girl to homecoming for the first time. He has it all planned out quiet fun they are "just" friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BP will soon be home schooled a new adventure for us. School has just gotten to be too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HSSH is down to one job Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BD is our strong fighter, born early, reactions to many things, and a sever head injury he just keeps bouncing back and taking everything in stride. He runs, wrestels,and keeps his grades above average. He has over come many genetic  learning disabilities. Just a great kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BP has also had to over come several disabilities to get through school this far. His eyes are not so great, dyslexia, and a head injury also.  He is our  inventor he has got some fantastic ideas  if only he could put them on paper. Welding is his chosen hobby so  I'm not quiet sure how I will keep up on this class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AC is our dreamer she is smart and witty, diffidently  keeps HSSH  on his toes. She is our actor and artist, plays piano, draws, and is in a puppet club. She is also our social butterfly I am kept running for her social activities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AB our energetic pup just keeps running, she has worn a path around our friends chicken coop . Gotta keep those crazy birds were they belong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I just lost my energy time for bed. Sweet Dreams All&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7094429252652495000-4920902960810185129?l=cgpl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cgpl.blogspot.com/feeds/4920902960810185129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7094429252652495000&amp;postID=4920902960810185129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094429252652495000/posts/default/4920902960810185129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094429252652495000/posts/default/4920902960810185129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cgpl.blogspot.com/2007/09/my-fam.html' title='My fam'/><author><name>Mum C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02500664705876494537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UKypWlzd0yo/SSGTYtyGxGI/AAAAAAAAABM/3J71r9Zlex4/S220/IMG_0917.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7094429252652495000.post-7852101422622943823</id><published>2007-09-20T22:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T22:41:44.238-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Day</title><content type='html'>Today was a productive day.&lt;br /&gt;I got my hair cut, gave a blind horse meds twice, walked him, set the toaster oven on fire, made 24 dozen cookies (with help from a 4 yr old), babied 1 sick teen, helped 1 teen finish up his cleaning job, packed for long weekend (we have a wedding to go to), including doing all the laundry, 3 meals made each for 1 person no one else wanted what I had made ( they are then on their own), packed lunch for HSSH, cracked my favorite metal bowl, taught 7 1st and 2nd graders tumbling, blogged and still sat a visited with a good friend. Life is full.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7094429252652495000-7852101422622943823?l=cgpl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cgpl.blogspot.com/feeds/7852101422622943823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7094429252652495000&amp;postID=7852101422622943823' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094429252652495000/posts/default/7852101422622943823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094429252652495000/posts/default/7852101422622943823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cgpl.blogspot.com/2007/09/my-day.html' title='My Day'/><author><name>Mum C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02500664705876494537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UKypWlzd0yo/SSGTYtyGxGI/AAAAAAAAABM/3J71r9Zlex4/S220/IMG_0917.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7094429252652495000.post-8644966737169400344</id><published>2007-09-15T20:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T21:20:30.818-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Childhood memories</title><content type='html'>The other day I was telling HSSH about some childhood memories I had.  As I kid I have a vivid memory of all my siblings along with 4 or 5 maybe 8 neighbors would head off on the 5 mile trip to town. Some on bikes, some on motor bikes, horses, a wagon behind a bike, some just walking (really fast), there was even a goat. The goat only went once I don't think the goat made it to town we tied it up by some blackberries and picked it up on the way home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; As I remember my childhood I keep thinking Man did I live. Cray fishing in a creek. swimming in a river, or cow pond. Playing baseball in the pasture using cow patties for bases, Never slide into a wet cow pie base, unless you are close to the creek. the only thing we worried about was the black bear in the pasture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My youngest sister is 6 years younger then me, I would stay with a neighbor and catch the bus with her to school. The day Mom and sister came home I was picked up by my parents and I didn't have to go to school. Sister had on a pretty pink dress. I was the first of the siblings to see her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We would "live off the land" my grand parents would raise cows for beef they had acres  of corn and a very big garden that every one would work in. We raised chickens for meat and eggs, goats for milk traded goats milk for cows milk, in the fall we harvested gardens, froze and canned the vegetables, butchered the chickens. Then it was hunting season when you hit 12 you got your hunting permit whether  you shot a deer or not  so we could have enough meat to feed  all the relatives. In the summer there were wild strawberries and huckleberries, raspberries, blackberries, and tons of fruit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow what a fun childhood I had.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7094429252652495000-8644966737169400344?l=cgpl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cgpl.blogspot.com/feeds/8644966737169400344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7094429252652495000&amp;postID=8644966737169400344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094429252652495000/posts/default/8644966737169400344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094429252652495000/posts/default/8644966737169400344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cgpl.blogspot.com/2007/09/childhood-memories.html' title='Childhood memories'/><author><name>Mum C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02500664705876494537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UKypWlzd0yo/SSGTYtyGxGI/AAAAAAAAABM/3J71r9Zlex4/S220/IMG_0917.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7094429252652495000.post-5057838322146344103</id><published>2007-09-12T21:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T21:40:43.892-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rough day</title><content type='html'>You know that it is a rough day when you receive 4 phone calls from school concerning 2 of your children. Apparently I am not so great at choosing shorts length AC asked me if the shorts she wanted to wear were long enough. I said yes her finger tips went past the hem of her shorts but her finger tips hit about 2 inches above her knees ( yes she has really long arms) so I thought they were fine. A teacher called her shorty shorts. They could not reach me so she had to spend the day in ISS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then received a call concerning BP he threw a pencil  into the garbage can only a few things in the way " There were only 2 kids, but they moved."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All three teens have been grumpy and HSSH is working double shifts so he's grumpy also.New song Happy, Happy, Joy, Joy I sang that to cheer up BP and AC they just glared at me, maybe tomorrow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7094429252652495000-5057838322146344103?l=cgpl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cgpl.blogspot.com/feeds/5057838322146344103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7094429252652495000&amp;postID=5057838322146344103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094429252652495000/posts/default/5057838322146344103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094429252652495000/posts/default/5057838322146344103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cgpl.blogspot.com/2007/09/rough-day.html' title='Rough day'/><author><name>Mum C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02500664705876494537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UKypWlzd0yo/SSGTYtyGxGI/AAAAAAAAABM/3J71r9Zlex4/S220/IMG_0917.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7094429252652495000.post-9125607851114645262</id><published>2007-09-08T23:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T23:16:43.188-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hard parenting</title><content type='html'>Why is it that teenagers work so hard to ground/get themselves in trouble? I have not though of my self as a super hard parent, HSSH "lays down the law" usually I can reason with him and lessen the discipline. But the older the 3 teens get the more they tie my hands. HSSH goes off to work and I am left with the  angry teen  they growl at me then I am left with no choice but to follow through with his discipline.  When HSSH gets home the kids have forgotten he was the one to start the discipline and I am still the bad parent . The other thing I run into is that they  call while I am gone and leave a message  I am at so and so's house pick me up at___. The house rule is I have to know your plans before you leave for school. What do they expect a party?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7094429252652495000-9125607851114645262?l=cgpl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cgpl.blogspot.com/feeds/9125607851114645262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7094429252652495000&amp;postID=9125607851114645262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094429252652495000/posts/default/9125607851114645262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094429252652495000/posts/default/9125607851114645262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cgpl.blogspot.com/2007/09/hard-parenting.html' title='Hard parenting'/><author><name>Mum C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02500664705876494537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UKypWlzd0yo/SSGTYtyGxGI/AAAAAAAAABM/3J71r9Zlex4/S220/IMG_0917.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7094429252652495000.post-2130163078797989361</id><published>2007-09-04T21:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T21:53:47.218-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cats</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I was headed to town.when AC, her friend, and I got into the car 2 cats were sleeping on top of the 76. They dwell on cars so that AB can't tease them. So we get into the car and start it most cats would jump off at this point. They did not I backed the car up stopped put it into drive  the cats stayed i drove half way down our driveway stopped one cat jumped off AC got out of the car to see if the other one had jumped off. He hadn't she videoed while I drove him around our circle drive he stayed on until AC shooed him off after the loop. My dwelling cats.&lt;br /&gt;BD also had his first driving lesson he drove down the driveway and backed back up then he was done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7094429252652495000-2130163078797989361?l=cgpl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cgpl.blogspot.com/feeds/2130163078797989361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7094429252652495000&amp;postID=2130163078797989361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094429252652495000/posts/default/2130163078797989361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094429252652495000/posts/default/2130163078797989361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cgpl.blogspot.com/2007/09/cats.html' title='Cats'/><author><name>Mum C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02500664705876494537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UKypWlzd0yo/SSGTYtyGxGI/AAAAAAAAABM/3J71r9Zlex4/S220/IMG_0917.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7094429252652495000.post-6309652901745061087</id><published>2007-08-31T22:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T22:28:05.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pets</title><content type='html'>Tonight is bath night for our dog AB she is not so happy about it. AC was the one chosen to have the honor. AB figured out quickly and is hiding under the desk hoping I will rescue her. I was reading a blog earlier about odd pets. AC was our pet finder at age 2 a worm traveled 10mi. by public transit in her hand. Age 4 it was a large field mouse one of our dogs had caught. Age 6 a tree in our front yard had nuthatch holes in it she informed a 10 year boy(when he asked what the holes were) that they were where her pet bees lived. He never climbed the tree agian. She got what she wanted him out of her tree. Kids and animals what a mix. Has anyone eles had odd pets?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7094429252652495000-6309652901745061087?l=cgpl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cgpl.blogspot.com/feeds/6309652901745061087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7094429252652495000&amp;postID=6309652901745061087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094429252652495000/posts/default/6309652901745061087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094429252652495000/posts/default/6309652901745061087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cgpl.blogspot.com/2007/08/pets.html' title='Pets'/><author><name>Mum C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02500664705876494537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UKypWlzd0yo/SSGTYtyGxGI/AAAAAAAAABM/3J71r9Zlex4/S220/IMG_0917.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7094429252652495000.post-9150730383574952281</id><published>2007-08-30T22:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T22:21:27.094-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Odd Question</title><content type='html'>Here's  an odd question,Why can guys with large chests (i.e man boobs) go with out shirts? We women who are made to have them and actually look good with them aren't. Even women with no chest can't go shirtless. Just a question I've been wondering about. I also think it's unjust!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7094429252652495000-9150730383574952281?l=cgpl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cgpl.blogspot.com/feeds/9150730383574952281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7094429252652495000&amp;postID=9150730383574952281' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094429252652495000/posts/default/9150730383574952281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094429252652495000/posts/default/9150730383574952281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cgpl.blogspot.com/2007/08/odd-question.html' title='Odd Question'/><author><name>Mum C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02500664705876494537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UKypWlzd0yo/SSGTYtyGxGI/AAAAAAAAABM/3J71r9Zlex4/S220/IMG_0917.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7094429252652495000.post-5069942516853467751</id><published>2007-08-29T22:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T22:34:01.044-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year</title><content type='html'>Well today all 3 teens were off to high school.  AC  a little worried about how BD , BP would tease her. Her comment to them this morning was " If you see me today don't even act like you know me!!". They came home and informed me that the funniest thing happened all 3 have first lunch. They are all in the lunchroom together Uh oh what tragic things occurred? BD informed BP "You just leave AC alone let her be!" WOW huge steps. BP of course ignored him screamed at her and did a nerdy dance around her table of friends. Thank goodness they all know him and his issues.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; They all seem happy with their classes and feel this year will be great. AC has acting class (just what we need more drama). BD has culinary as dose BP for different reasons, BD to become a chef (if he can keep from adding knuckle and finger tip skin to his dishes), BP to learn how to cook for himself when he is on his own. BP is happiest in his welding class, BD is also taking Childcare as a Career. I guess all in all it was a fairly good day. Oh yeah HSSH left for work and I had the house in total silence. Except the dog wanted to play the cat was not quiet as eager to play.Oh well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7094429252652495000-5069942516853467751?l=cgpl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cgpl.blogspot.com/feeds/5069942516853467751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7094429252652495000&amp;postID=5069942516853467751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094429252652495000/posts/default/5069942516853467751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094429252652495000/posts/default/5069942516853467751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cgpl.blogspot.com/2007/08/new-year.html' title='New Year'/><author><name>Mum C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02500664705876494537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UKypWlzd0yo/SSGTYtyGxGI/AAAAAAAAABM/3J71r9Zlex4/S220/IMG_0917.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7094429252652495000.post-7146184192825957420</id><published>2007-08-26T09:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-26T10:00:52.997-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well today is not a perfect. How do you convince a teen boy that pants with holes are not school appropriate and for pants to fit properly they should be there to try them on. AC has decieded that a 1976 Station Wagon is to embarrassing of a car to be seen in. (HSSH had to use the acceptable  truck for work.)  One of her friends gets in the car a says" This is great the seats bounce and the doors are squshee." So I guess the car is not so bad AC still does not agree. Well one teen wants to go shopping yeah. He's the one who wants the 76 for his first car. I can please someone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7094429252652495000-7146184192825957420?l=cgpl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cgpl.blogspot.com/feeds/7146184192825957420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7094429252652495000&amp;postID=7146184192825957420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094429252652495000/posts/default/7146184192825957420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094429252652495000/posts/default/7146184192825957420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cgpl.blogspot.com/2007/08/well-today-is-not-perfect.html' title=''/><author><name>Mum C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02500664705876494537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UKypWlzd0yo/SSGTYtyGxGI/AAAAAAAAABM/3J71r9Zlex4/S220/IMG_0917.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7094429252652495000.post-1755520555224032501</id><published>2007-08-24T13:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T14:04:01.594-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Start</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;    This is my attempt at blogging. It is the first day in awhile that the only sounds I hear are passing cars and farm animals. School doesn't start for another week! There is a toddler down for a nap also BD is napping the rest of my summer troops are off to the mall. Normal troop number varies between 3-10. So I actually have time to sit, think and type.&lt;br /&gt;    I am sure enjoying the silence, I look out my window to a perfect view of foothill, farmland and a mountain. Animals grazing, the dog sleeping (a border collie) she seems to think all is well, the horses, goats and cows are all in the right spot, and no kids to keep track of. Oh and her ball is under her chin so it can"t escape. And the cats are basking in the warm sun. Today my life is perfect!&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7094429252652495000-1755520555224032501?l=cgpl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cgpl.blogspot.com/feeds/1755520555224032501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7094429252652495000&amp;postID=1755520555224032501' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094429252652495000/posts/default/1755520555224032501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094429252652495000/posts/default/1755520555224032501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cgpl.blogspot.com/2007/08/start.html' title='Start'/><author><name>Mum C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02500664705876494537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UKypWlzd0yo/SSGTYtyGxGI/AAAAAAAAABM/3J71r9Zlex4/S220/IMG_0917.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
