<?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-7611105370186994742</id><updated>2012-01-20T08:52:23.375-08:00</updated><category term='Puppy love'/><category term='School Time'/><category term='jam and jelly maker'/><category term='February snow storm'/><title type='text'>Deep thoughts in a shallow world</title><subtitle type='html'>Just some random thoughts that need to be wrote down. I am a House wife slash mother slash crazy person, but hey I still have my sense of humor about somethings. I live in a very old house ( 1850's OLD) in a very small town in the middle of Ohio. I was raised in very big cities (Orange County California) so being in such a small town sometimes is a little frustrating.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepthoughtsinashallowworld.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7611105370186994742/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepthoughtsinashallowworld.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Roo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05304249366405375890</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/_K4QX9X1pI04/SmDIjixyVlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3PyITwPxmAc/S220/Zoo+and+art+show+5-16-09+020.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>20</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7611105370186994742.post-875039502459684222</id><published>2012-01-19T15:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T15:25:18.273-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Winter Blues</title><content type='html'>Sometimes when winter hits I get a little blue, well this year its been worse than most. Not only I am depressed but I have some anger issues. I have had anger issues in the past, but the past year they have been getting worse. I fly off the handle very easily lately and really feel like I could hurt someone if I don't walk away from the situation. After my lovely outburst I feel so guilty I cry for hours. I have seen my doctor he is trying different meds for me, but even that makes me feel guilty that I can handle things on my own. I have finally finished school and I was hired by the first Doctor I had an interview with. I should be thrilled but now I have all the stress of training and feeling guilty about not be here for my family. I have locked my self in my room trying to calm down so I don't yell at the people I love. I am truly wondering if its not hormones or the lack of them that is making me crazy. I feel like I could sleep for hours, I try to sleep at night but I Cant get my mind to stop. I am hoping to feel better soon. I am trying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7611105370186994742-875039502459684222?l=deepthoughtsinashallowworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepthoughtsinashallowworld.blogspot.com/feeds/875039502459684222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deepthoughtsinashallowworld.blogspot.com/2012/01/winter-blues.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7611105370186994742/posts/default/875039502459684222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7611105370186994742/posts/default/875039502459684222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepthoughtsinashallowworld.blogspot.com/2012/01/winter-blues.html' title='Winter Blues'/><author><name>Roo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05304249366405375890</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/_K4QX9X1pI04/SmDIjixyVlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3PyITwPxmAc/S220/Zoo+and+art+show+5-16-09+020.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7611105370186994742.post-7534738530094444481</id><published>2011-09-30T11:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-30T12:00:54.381-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello it's Me again</title><content type='html'>Hello It's me again. I know its been a while since I have posted anything. All I can say is life gets in the way. Lots have happened since June. I have Graduated MA school. I am proud to say with a 3.79 grade point average. My darling daughter has started Cosmetology school. She loves it. (I knew she would) My awesome son has started back with his on-line school so in the kid dept everything is cool. My mom fell last month and broke her leg, not a little bone like the tibia or fibula, no she broke the biggest bone in the body, her femur. She has really weak bones from years of osteoarthritis. Right after I finished by ex-tern site for school I flew to Texas. Thank god it is not as hot as it has been over this past summer. I am crazy busy here. It seems like I never stop. Mom is wheel chair bound. That makes her a very unhappy camper. She is very stubborn and its hard for her to stay down. She can't even put pressure on her leg till Oct 13th I am staying until the 26th of Oct. I know I am needed and appreciated here. My family at home is not happy about me being gone. I have heard "come home" more times than I care to mention. It was a hard decision to leave them to come help here. Deep in my soul I know they can take care of themselves, even if they don't think so. I know they need me at home, but my moms health is not good and I know I should be here. By the time I go home all the trees will have lost their leaves and I will have missed my favorite season, Fall.------Here comes F&amp;@#?%g winter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7611105370186994742-7534738530094444481?l=deepthoughtsinashallowworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepthoughtsinashallowworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7534738530094444481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deepthoughtsinashallowworld.blogspot.com/2011/09/hello-its-me-again.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7611105370186994742/posts/default/7534738530094444481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7611105370186994742/posts/default/7534738530094444481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepthoughtsinashallowworld.blogspot.com/2011/09/hello-its-me-again.html' title='Hello it&apos;s Me again'/><author><name>Roo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05304249366405375890</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/_K4QX9X1pI04/SmDIjixyVlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3PyITwPxmAc/S220/Zoo+and+art+show+5-16-09+020.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7611105370186994742.post-3691627771461577959</id><published>2011-06-01T20:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-01T20:34:20.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Twenty Years and counting.</title><content type='html'>I know I have complained about my marriage in many different rants throughout the years but deep down I know my Husband is my true soul mate. twenty years ago I said my marriage vows and I  meant them. Though the good and bad, rich and the poor and in sickness and in health my husband has always been there for me. That wonderful man I married is truly the man of my dreams.&lt;br /&gt;I may not being happy where I am living but he has always tried to be here for me.He woke me up with a soft Happy anniversary sweetheart. He let me sleep next to him for a few peaceful hours this morning. waking up next to him was such a  wonderful thing. He use to tease me about getting fat and leaving me ( oh course that was when I was skinny and first married to him.) I am not that skinny little thing that said I do all those many years ago. He has stood by me as I have gained weight with each baby we had. When I had to have all my woman parts taken out I felt so un-womanly. He took me in his arms and said he wold love me even if I was as big as a house. To me he looks like that same gorgeous man who said he would love me till he died. With his work and me being in school we are gonna have to put off that trip to the falls. Just like twenty years ago no fancy trip, no real honeymoon, just some quality time together as man and wife. When school is finished and he can take time off from work we can make that trip in the fall.  Who wants to go on a trip in the middle of summer anyways. All I hope for is plenty more loving years with this wonderful man I pledged myself to on that wonderfully hot beautiful day in  June  in the heat of the high desert. I would not go back and change it for anything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7611105370186994742-3691627771461577959?l=deepthoughtsinashallowworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepthoughtsinashallowworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3691627771461577959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deepthoughtsinashallowworld.blogspot.com/2011/06/twenty-years-and-counting.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7611105370186994742/posts/default/3691627771461577959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7611105370186994742/posts/default/3691627771461577959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepthoughtsinashallowworld.blogspot.com/2011/06/twenty-years-and-counting.html' title='Twenty Years and counting.'/><author><name>Roo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05304249366405375890</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/_K4QX9X1pI04/SmDIjixyVlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3PyITwPxmAc/S220/Zoo+and+art+show+5-16-09+020.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7611105370186994742.post-7581499736885267612</id><published>2011-05-31T07:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-31T08:00:39.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A summers day</title><content type='html'>Gee its nice to have a summers day where you don't have to worry about going anywhere or doing anything you don't want to do. I don't have days like that. I have days where I rush to and fro to pick up things for the kids. I go to school during the week so no free time there. The only free time I have is late at night. I really do miss all those summers of hanging out with friends, going to the pool, heading to the beach. Why does being a responsible adult suck so much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7611105370186994742-7581499736885267612?l=deepthoughtsinashallowworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepthoughtsinashallowworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7581499736885267612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deepthoughtsinashallowworld.blogspot.com/2011/05/summers-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7611105370186994742/posts/default/7581499736885267612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7611105370186994742/posts/default/7581499736885267612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepthoughtsinashallowworld.blogspot.com/2011/05/summers-day.html' title='A summers day'/><author><name>Roo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05304249366405375890</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/_K4QX9X1pI04/SmDIjixyVlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3PyITwPxmAc/S220/Zoo+and+art+show+5-16-09+020.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7611105370186994742.post-4512383843651089334</id><published>2011-01-27T08:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T11:02:45.887-08:00</updated><title type='text'>When its time to let go</title><content type='html'>Roughly 16 years ago when we lived in Maryland, I had a very rough thing happen to me. I was pregnant with my oldest, and staying by myself because my husband was 2 hours away at staff academy. I, being the flake that I was (pregnancy hormones) threw away some chicken that I brought home from a restaurant. I forgot to lock up my Dog, Jake that day.  Jake was a wedding gift and we had had him for almost 4 years. He went everywhere with us. He meant the world to us. When I got home from work I found the kitchen full of trash and both Jake and my cat, Speed  very happy to see me but covered in trash. I was still getting sick from morning sickness, so in between puking I cleaned up the mess. Later that night Jake started throwing up. I just thought it was because of the trash eating, and figured he would just puke it out of his system. Well he didn't. I took him to vet and was told that what ever he ate made him so ill and it was tearing up his insides, their best advice was to put him to sleep. I could not let him suffer, so that is what we did. It was time to let go. I cried and cried till I could not cry anymore. I was sick for days from the grief. I told my self that I would never get that attached to a pet again, but of course I have gotten attached to our pets since then. I tell my self that I am stupid for getting new ones, my family are all a bunch of softies. We have 5 cats and had 3 dogs. Last week we had to put our Great Pyrenees to sleep. Jasmine was just getting too old and too cranky. She was hurting, and we just could not let her suffer anymore. She had snapped at the other dogs and almost caught me and my oldest in the crossfire many times. It was a really rough decision. I put it off for months, I just could not risk her biting someone. She was a big dog and would have left big marks, probably lots of stitches or death to one of the little dogs. &lt;br /&gt;Over the years we have had to get rid of a few of our pets for various reasons. Not all pets are a good fit. About five years ago we had to get rid of another dog because she was snapping at people. We felt horrible but we knew it was the best thing to do. We took  Abbey to the dog warden and he asked what was going on with the her. I told him that we let people keep her that we shouldn't have and they abused her and now she was snapping at the kids. It was a safety issue.&lt;br /&gt;My step son had a fit about us getting rid of her even though she was a safety risk. Now after all this years we had to put Jasmine to sleep because she was hurting so much and he is giving us shit again. He said we get all these animals and just give them away when we get tired of them or want new ones. He said we labeled them bitters and had them put to sleep. We had to get rid of one dog because she bit. We gave away a puppy many years ago to my daughter in laws parents because they said they wanted him. I wanted another Brittany spaniel like my first one (Jake) but learned that trying to replace a dog with the same kind of dog is not always a good idea, he needed a place to run. After a few months we decided to adopt him out to someone who had the place for him to run. Two years ago we sent another dog to my sister in Texas because she fell in love with him and we knew he would be happier out there. Jasmine was old and hurting. She had lost almost 20 pounds in the last 6 months. On the days she really hurt she would have diarrhea. This was a very difficult situation for my family to go though and what my step son said to us I will never forget. It will take time to forgive him but I will never forget how much he hurt me. He thinks that when you get a pet you should keep them no matter what. Him and his wife had a cat that was mean, and I mean vicious. Every time someone would walk by she would hiss and swat. They kept that cat for years. Last Oct. I was at their house with the kids visiting. I went up stairs to check on my oldest granddaughter and the friggin cat attacked me. She bit my leg. I had to get a tenuous  shot, it got infected, and it hurt like hell. First off, I would never have a cat like that in a house with two babies. It very well could have been one of the girls it could have attacked. They both said they were sorry that the cat bit me, and I believe they are. I know with my step sons temper if that cat would have hurt one of the girls he would have threw it out the door and never let in back in. I  believe in order to be a responsible pet owner you have to think of all aspects of the pets life. That cat was not happy at their house. Happy cats don't go around hissing and swatting at people. When a pet is a danger to other pets and people in their home they need to be removed from that home. When a pet is hurting it needs to be put to sleep for humane reasons. He mentioned placing Jasmine in a rescue. Her hips were going out and most days she took a long time to get up from laying down. A rescue would have done the same thing as us. You just don't let animals suffer. This is something I have always believed in and I won't keep an animal that is a safety issue or let animals suffer when they hurt. If that is a what my step son and his wife think is a irresponsible pet owner that I guess in their eyes that is what I am. I know in my heart I did the right thing. I miss Jasmine and her big brown eyes, but I know she is in a better place where she has no more pain. It hurts so much when its time to let go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7611105370186994742-4512383843651089334?l=deepthoughtsinashallowworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepthoughtsinashallowworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4512383843651089334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deepthoughtsinashallowworld.blogspot.com/2011/01/when-its-time-to-let-go.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7611105370186994742/posts/default/4512383843651089334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7611105370186994742/posts/default/4512383843651089334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepthoughtsinashallowworld.blogspot.com/2011/01/when-its-time-to-let-go.html' title='When its time to let go'/><author><name>Roo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05304249366405375890</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/_K4QX9X1pI04/SmDIjixyVlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3PyITwPxmAc/S220/Zoo+and+art+show+5-16-09+020.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7611105370186994742.post-5149337357769890493</id><published>2010-11-14T12:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T13:32:54.531-08:00</updated><title type='text'>20 years and counting.</title><content type='html'>Last Wednesday was my husbands and I 20th anniversary of the day we met. We had great plans. My very best girlfriend in the world wrote a letter for a contest, and we won a free room at a lovely Bed and Breakfast. Well needless to say we did not have the money to go which totally pissed me off. As in fire coming out of my eyes,  and smoke coming out of my ears pissed. I kicked the garbage disposal under the sink. (broke it) No body wanted to talk to me for the whole day. Why is it the things you look forward to the most always gets messed up. For 20 years I have had my plans totally screwed up while other people in my family (husband) has their plans go off without a hitch. I never wanted to move back to Ohio but yet here I am.  I never wanted to live in a small town, but yet here I am. I absolutely never wanted to be in an old house(1850's) yet again here I am. I try to think positive. Sometimes its a very hard thing to do. I hurt all the time from my back issues, and its hard to stay positive while your in pain. Sometimes its hard to think at all. &lt;br /&gt;I have been having issues with the thought should I stay or should I go. There are people in my life that say "when you get out of school leave him" then I have people on the other side of the road saying "stay you idiot, you can make things get better" The only thing is do I want things to get better, yet  I will compromise again, or do I go and find happiness somewhere else. What questions I need to answer, before I go crazy and get put in a crazy hospital.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7611105370186994742-5149337357769890493?l=deepthoughtsinashallowworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepthoughtsinashallowworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5149337357769890493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deepthoughtsinashallowworld.blogspot.com/2010/11/20-years-and-counting.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7611105370186994742/posts/default/5149337357769890493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7611105370186994742/posts/default/5149337357769890493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepthoughtsinashallowworld.blogspot.com/2010/11/20-years-and-counting.html' title='20 years and counting.'/><author><name>Roo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05304249366405375890</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/_K4QX9X1pI04/SmDIjixyVlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3PyITwPxmAc/S220/Zoo+and+art+show+5-16-09+020.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7611105370186994742.post-1506963417452863737</id><published>2010-10-18T15:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-18T15:42:56.607-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You are never gonna believe where I am while writing this blog. I am sitting in front of a Starbucks, stealing Internet well not tech stealing I did go in a buy coffee and a muffin. I just did not want to stay in there and have to listen to other peoples lives. I don't even want to listen to my life. That is why I am sitting in my car not wanting to go home. I know life does not suck as much as it could but dammit I want some freggin happiness. I got a email from my favorite niece telling me about how some B&amp;B will give veterans a free night stay for veterans day. I looked into it, of course nothing near us. we would have to go to MI or IN which I am totally fine with, but the tuff thing is convincing the hubby. As my kids refer to him "THE BEAR" I will tell them to go get their dad and they will tell me that they do not want to "poke the bear" of course I say do it anyways. Back to why I am sitting in front of a Starbucks. I do not repeat do not want to go home. Home is stress, home is clutter, home is fighting kids, home is chaos. and home is not where I want to be. As I sit here in the quietness of my car I am so happy which in turn as made me depressed because I am not suppose to be happy sitting in my car. I am suppose to be happy sitting at home. I really feel like I am losing my ever lovin mind. Someone please tell me its okay to not like my family or my house. I guess I should eat my muffin and go home I have killed enough time the kids will start to worry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7611105370186994742-1506963417452863737?l=deepthoughtsinashallowworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepthoughtsinashallowworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1506963417452863737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deepthoughtsinashallowworld.blogspot.com/2010/10/you-are-never-gonna-believe-where-i-am.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7611105370186994742/posts/default/1506963417452863737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7611105370186994742/posts/default/1506963417452863737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepthoughtsinashallowworld.blogspot.com/2010/10/you-are-never-gonna-believe-where-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>Roo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05304249366405375890</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/_K4QX9X1pI04/SmDIjixyVlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3PyITwPxmAc/S220/Zoo+and+art+show+5-16-09+020.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7611105370186994742.post-7823800657899015897</id><published>2010-10-14T14:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T14:47:53.157-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall in Ohio</title><content type='html'>Its the middle of Oct already. Wow how fast time flies when you are really stressed. I was gone most of the summer, taking care of a hurting mom. I felt really guilty coming back home when I know I am needed so much there. Don't get me started on the drama that I had to put up with while I was there. My poor mom she has to deal with so much crap on a regular day, its even crappier when my sister needs something, or my brother decides he is gonna be a ass. My niece the true Bitch we have have come to know and despise is also in the picture to cause high blood pressure to us all. The only good thing I can say about being gone so long is the fact we missed Ohio in August nothing I repeat nothing sucks as bad as August in Ohio. Its hot, its humid, I'm cranky, the kids are cranky, the hubby is cranky, (well he is always cranky) But back to fall in Ohio  I just love this time of year. Its cool in the evening, its warm during the day, the leaves are turning wonderful colors of yellow red orange, and all colors in between. The thing I love the most is the peacefulness. I have been known to just disappear for hours. No body knows where my happy place is and I am not about to spill it in this blog. What else can I talk about? How bout how crazy, awful my relationship is with my husband since I have been back. I have wanted to punch him in the face, IN THE FACE. That can not be good. I cry a lot, the kids think I am gonna leave him, I think deep down inside he thinks I am gonna leave him. There are days I want to. I was going to have us all go to therapy, my daughter in law (who I really did not mean to open up to about all this) thought it would be better if just him and I went to see someone. I think she is right. I am in the process of finding someone. I don't want to give up after almost 20 years, but I don't want to be miserable either. I can honestly say I have been pretty damn miserable. I checked out some books from the library that are about forgiveness and other BS. Yes I need to forgive him for taking his family side on some of our issues. I just feel he should back me up. I am the one who takes care of him, makes sure he gets sleep, food, and love. (well not to much lately) its hard to be loving when you want to punch him in the face. Hopefully all these things will clear up and we can move past this. I just want him to understand that my feelings should come first, and if he would back me up I would take him with me when I disappear to see the lovely change of colors.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7611105370186994742-7823800657899015897?l=deepthoughtsinashallowworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepthoughtsinashallowworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7823800657899015897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deepthoughtsinashallowworld.blogspot.com/2010/10/fall-in-ohio.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7611105370186994742/posts/default/7823800657899015897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7611105370186994742/posts/default/7823800657899015897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepthoughtsinashallowworld.blogspot.com/2010/10/fall-in-ohio.html' title='Fall in Ohio'/><author><name>Roo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05304249366405375890</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/_K4QX9X1pI04/SmDIjixyVlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3PyITwPxmAc/S220/Zoo+and+art+show+5-16-09+020.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7611105370186994742.post-547515610822714118</id><published>2010-05-09T05:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T05:44:50.491-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What was I thinking</title><content type='html'>As of today I have been in school for 54 days. I have completed 2 mods. Got a B in law and ethics and got a B in computer applications. In this mod I am taking clinical procedures and medical office applications. Medical applications I am taking on line and its so nice. I like my instructor. We have live lessons twice a week and I am the only one who gets on the computer for them. so needless to say Joyce and I get off track. She is super nice I hope I get her again in the future. My Cleveland class is quite interesting. Our small group of 7 got a whole bunch of new students, and I few who have to make up this class. It is a lot harder than most people think. Its not just taking temps and other vitals. I have learned how to take Blood Pressure. the stethoscope the school gave me is a piece of Sh&amp;amp;$. I bought a new one, its pink I really like it. There is a lot of abbreviations you have to learn examples are Bx (biopsy)   ABNL (abnormal)  qod (four times a day) AMA (against medical advice) and OU ( both eyes). This stuff is crazy. We have a open time in class to practice taking vitals but no one will shut the hell up so we can concentrate. I am the third oldest in class so a lot of the younger students look up to me, (Like I know what I am doing.) It amazes me how stupid some of the youngin's are. I really hope I was not that stupid when I was in my early 20's. There is two young guys in my class they are too funny. I like them both. Oh of course I tease them about the sea of estrogen they are floating in. I guess they must like me they come to me for help with vitals. I guess I just have a magnetic personality. I walk in the classroom and everybody is hey you made it. Why would I not. I did not start school to drop out. I am glad I am liked though this is so much better than when I was in high school. Its so much easier to do my school work without someone calling me a slut or bitch. Everyone knows I am not a virgin (hint two beautiful kids) so they don't have to make fun of me. Also I am older and wiser and don't put up with the crap I had to in high school. I am off to the campground so I can spend the day with my loving family for mothers day.  Happy Mothers Day to all the mothers I know and Love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7611105370186994742-547515610822714118?l=deepthoughtsinashallowworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepthoughtsinashallowworld.blogspot.com/feeds/547515610822714118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deepthoughtsinashallowworld.blogspot.com/2010/05/what-was-i-thinking.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7611105370186994742/posts/default/547515610822714118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7611105370186994742/posts/default/547515610822714118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepthoughtsinashallowworld.blogspot.com/2010/05/what-was-i-thinking.html' title='What was I thinking'/><author><name>Roo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05304249366405375890</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/_K4QX9X1pI04/SmDIjixyVlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3PyITwPxmAc/S220/Zoo+and+art+show+5-16-09+020.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7611105370186994742.post-2212674088851639446</id><published>2010-03-16T05:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T06:26:05.128-07:00</updated><title type='text'>School-ward bound</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I officially had my first day of school yesterday. Lets see I got stuck in a traffic jam on I 71, I was fifteen minuets late for school, I left my lights on in the parking lot (which thankfully my course director pointed out to the whole class) I had to wait for books, and they did not have my new scrubs. By the way my scrubs are this pretty royal blue I am writing writing in. After the rush of being late and getting books and such, I got to sit and listen to my new instructor. She seemed really bitchy at first, but then she told us about herself and my attitude changed. Anyone who is so in love with their grandchild gets kudos in my book. ( even though no matter what I see Our Boston is the cutest baby ever!!!) My first class is on medical law and ethics. I already answered three questions right in class so some of this stuff I already know. I wasn't being a know it all either. Other people answered questions too. I have a very small class there is 7 of us, so everyone had to answer questions. The 5 week mods are scheduled as this Mon and Wed Law and Ethics  Tues and Thurs Computer applications. The nice thing is us 7 will be blending with students that have had a few mods. We get to learn the ropes from them. So far everyone I met has been super nice, and helpful. All I have to do is stay healthy because I can only miss 10 hours in each class per mod. I need to save up my time in case of pneumonia or (and) when our next grandchild is born in October. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7611105370186994742-2212674088851639446?l=deepthoughtsinashallowworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepthoughtsinashallowworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2212674088851639446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deepthoughtsinashallowworld.blogspot.com/2010/03/school-ward-bound.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7611105370186994742/posts/default/2212674088851639446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7611105370186994742/posts/default/2212674088851639446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepthoughtsinashallowworld.blogspot.com/2010/03/school-ward-bound.html' title='School-ward bound'/><author><name>Roo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05304249366405375890</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/_K4QX9X1pI04/SmDIjixyVlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3PyITwPxmAc/S220/Zoo+and+art+show+5-16-09+020.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7611105370186994742.post-5888410609204102691</id><published>2010-03-15T01:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T02:00:05.958-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I am starting something later today that both thrills me and scares me. I am starting school. I officially start school for Medical Assisting at 2:00 this afternoon. Its been about 6 years that I have wanted to go back to school in the medical field. I had always thought with the kids needing me I should wait, Now my waiting is done. Last month I looked into Sanford-Brown College. Eventualy I would like to be a xray tech, but for now I start medical assisting. School is 45 min away, four times a week. I often wondered how I could I be a good wife and mother if I went back to school. My life is so stressed I hope I don't go stark raving mad. My handsome man tells me everything will be just fine. I wish I could see that. The kids say they understand why I am doing this, but somehow that does not change the fact that I feel like I am abandoning &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;them.  I also keep telling myself that this is a great thing and I have waited long enough to do something that I really want to do. I have wanted to be in the medical field for a long time. I had used the excuse of the kids being too young, or the fact that we move every three years that kept me from starting school. Now that the kids are older and I am so frustrated with staying at home. That gave me the jump and the push  I needed to start school. I never realized that the VA would pay for all of my schooling and pay me an allowance for going to school. I should have done this three years ago. The only person I worry about is my charming boy, he doesn't take change too well. I hope for all of our sakes this will be a smooth transition. A few people have told me how difficult this school will be, I love to learn new things so I hope I can go though with the course without losing my mind. I am so grateful that I have the support of the people I love to help me though this. I am anxious and scared but I know I can do this. Just think by the time I am 40 I will be a Medical Assistant . After I finish this course I can go on to Xray tech. Wish me luck. I will keep posting and writing about my new adventure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7611105370186994742-5888410609204102691?l=deepthoughtsinashallowworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepthoughtsinashallowworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5888410609204102691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deepthoughtsinashallowworld.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-am-starting-something-later-today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7611105370186994742/posts/default/5888410609204102691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7611105370186994742/posts/default/5888410609204102691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepthoughtsinashallowworld.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-am-starting-something-later-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Roo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05304249366405375890</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/_K4QX9X1pI04/SmDIjixyVlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3PyITwPxmAc/S220/Zoo+and+art+show+5-16-09+020.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7611105370186994742.post-1101714220968058185</id><published>2010-02-22T20:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T21:05:52.358-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Car accidents</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; I have only been in three Car accidents since I have got my license 20 years ago.  Two of them was only minor damage and the third was quite a bit of damage to the minivan I was driving, but it wasn't a jarring crash. Yes I hurt alittle but not enough to interrupt my life.  I got in a car accident today that scared me and the kids. It was kinda like being hit by a train.I did not see the truck pulling out of a driveway till it was hitting me. My poor drama queen got the most impact of the crash. Thank god I was not going too fast and the glass in my car did not break. I was driving westbound though middle of my town when a teenager in a big black Chevy truck backed out of his driveway and t-boned my little Mazda. He hit us hard enough to push me into the eastbound lane facing traffic.We were so lucky there was no cars coming or the accident would have been so much worse. I was so worried about the kids. Charming boy was in the back seat, he did not feel a lot of the impact. Drama queen did. I felt so bad for her she was crying. She could not open her door so she had to crawl over the seat to get out. The was a nice lady that stopped traffic for us till the police arrived. We where all pretty shook up. I was really pissed. The guy who hit us admitted to the police that he did not see me, maybe it was the fact that his big ass Chevy had dark tinted widows and a huge Chevy emblem on his rear window. The police gave him a ticket and informed me that his insurance should cover everything. Its the pain and suffering I am concerned about.I am so pissed I hurt all over, and I know the blue book value of my car isn't very much so I don't know how much I will get for my car. Yes I am relived that we are not hurt real bad. It could have been so much worse. There was no blood involved just lots of xrays. I also forgot to tell handsome man what hospital we went to. He was so worried. My best friend M took us to the hospital so he finally got a hold of her. He showed up at the hospital right as we getting released. I felt even worse then because he was late to work because of us. Well its getting late and the meds that the nice doctor gave me are started to really take effect. I will write more as my drama of life unfolds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7611105370186994742-1101714220968058185?l=deepthoughtsinashallowworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepthoughtsinashallowworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1101714220968058185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deepthoughtsinashallowworld.blogspot.com/2010/02/car-accidents.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7611105370186994742/posts/default/1101714220968058185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7611105370186994742/posts/default/1101714220968058185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepthoughtsinashallowworld.blogspot.com/2010/02/car-accidents.html' title='Car accidents'/><author><name>Roo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05304249366405375890</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/_K4QX9X1pI04/SmDIjixyVlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3PyITwPxmAc/S220/Zoo+and+art+show+5-16-09+020.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7611105370186994742.post-1959207006380026883</id><published>2010-02-06T18:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T18:32:59.084-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='February snow storm'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Well another month has past in the freezing hell that I call home. We just had a snow storm that canceled things. I know I should not be so negative about where I live but I really don't cold weather. Since my outing was canceled for today, I decided to do so laundry and just "pardon my pun" Chill out at home. I was informed by my loving husband who spend four hours outside playing with his snow blower, that someone needed to go out to the side of our house and un bury the dryer vent. I decided I would go do it. The snow did not look so deep, Oh how wrong I was.  I made it past the Truck and car and the snow was up to my knees. I decided I was already outside I might as well just keep going around the house to the side yard. After many curses from me, and a good fall in the snow I made it the side patio. I dug out the vent, which took some effort because of the angle of the steps and the snow level. I was cold, wet and incredible pissed by then. I walked to the edge of the patio and knocked on the window to get someones attention. Of course That took some time because no one thought to check on me. I could have froze to death ha ha. Eventually My husband let me in the side door. I don't know what I was thinking and I won't be digging anything out again. I guess I will be home bound till the snow melts. I think the only one that truly enjoys the snow would be our polor bear of a dog. Jazz just loves the snow and cold. The kids went out later in the afternoon and started to make a Totoro in the snow. You can look it up, its Anime . Drama Queen came in and said they were throwing snow at Jazz and she was catching it. Where as the little dogs start shakin as soon as I get close to the door to let them out. I am hoping that the Damn Groundhog was wrong last week and spring comes early this year for the sake of the little dogs if not for me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7611105370186994742-1959207006380026883?l=deepthoughtsinashallowworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepthoughtsinashallowworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1959207006380026883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deepthoughtsinashallowworld.blogspot.com/2010/02/well-another-month-has-past-in-freezing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7611105370186994742/posts/default/1959207006380026883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7611105370186994742/posts/default/1959207006380026883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepthoughtsinashallowworld.blogspot.com/2010/02/well-another-month-has-past-in-freezing.html' title=''/><author><name>Roo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05304249366405375890</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/_K4QX9X1pI04/SmDIjixyVlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3PyITwPxmAc/S220/Zoo+and+art+show+5-16-09+020.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7611105370186994742.post-1834052673567398038</id><published>2010-01-09T10:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T11:15:39.269-08:00</updated><title type='text'>January In Ohio</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;January in Ohio is like July in Virgina , its yucky yucky yucky.&lt;br /&gt;In winter you can't go out side for more than a few minuets at a time and in summer in Virgina  you can't go out for more than a few minutes at a time. Oh how I miss California in the winter.  Its gets chilly in the high dessert and chilly at the beach, but you don't have to wear a parka to go to the store. As you can tell I really don't like it here.  The winter you have cold, real cold and freeze your butt off. IN the summer you have warm , Hot and then Melt your butt off. I am counting down the days until spring, which you never know if it gonna come in April Or May. It so sucks when I (an April Baby) have to worry about it snowing on my birthday. Many of Easters we played in the snow. But back to my rambling. Since I was raised in Southern Cali I am not use to driving in wet slushy icy weather. It not so much me but it is the other Crazy stupid drivers I have to worry about.  You know when the roads are wet you should slow down, well here in winter hell most people don't. I drive at least 15-20 miles under the speed limit. I had to make a trip to Wooster the other day in wet, slushy Icy crap. I was barley out of my town when I see three cars in the ditch. As you looked further you saw the skid marks though the snow and ice of where they lost control. If people would just slow down even a little there would be less accidents. Everyone here teases me about not driving in bad weather, but they have no clue of how really scared I am. I tend to be a homebody for a few months this time of year. At least I am a breathing home body. I miss going outside until I let the dogs out and then realize outside is overrated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7611105370186994742-1834052673567398038?l=deepthoughtsinashallowworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepthoughtsinashallowworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1834052673567398038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deepthoughtsinashallowworld.blogspot.com/2010/01/january-in-ohio.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7611105370186994742/posts/default/1834052673567398038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7611105370186994742/posts/default/1834052673567398038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepthoughtsinashallowworld.blogspot.com/2010/01/january-in-ohio.html' title='January In Ohio'/><author><name>Roo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05304249366405375890</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/_K4QX9X1pI04/SmDIjixyVlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3PyITwPxmAc/S220/Zoo+and+art+show+5-16-09+020.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7611105370186994742.post-1501424075755788587</id><published>2009-08-29T08:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T10:04:51.437-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School Time'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Well it is that time of year again, SCHOOL TIME    Boy I hated school. It was always a fashion show, a place to gossip, and a place you could ignore your teachers &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; they had the hands full with the BAD kids.   I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;soooo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;veryyyy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;happyyyy&lt;/span&gt; that this year I have no kids in public school.  I get grief from people who think I should have the kids in school. Most of them I ignore. It does get old though.  neither one of my kids liked school very much. The  daughter had a few friends move away so she did not want to go back to school and be alone. She is different than most 14 year &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;olds&lt;/span&gt;, she is not in to bubble gum pop music which is fine with me. that stuff gets on my nerves too. She also dresses different  than the rest of the kids she doesn't need expensive clothes to be herself. I love her just the way she is. The public school system here i(n my little piece of hell on earth) sucks more than most.  They have teachers who make fun of their students and call them names like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;skank&lt;/span&gt;, freak, moron and other names. Now my son is a  different kettle of fish. He is not like many 12 year old boys, he is funny charming, and cute if I can say so my self . The computer does most of teaching I just sit back and help sometimes.  He gets to see his best friend everyday ( unless best Friend is camping or hiking) so it is a win win . Okay  best friend is home schooled too. His mother my best best girlfriend  got me into home school so I took cues from her about some things and looked up &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; on net. So far so good  both kids are happy, I am happy, no more early mornings unless I want them.  As long as I can keep them motivated all should be good. If we want to go vacation for a few days all my kids have to do is have a few more lessons each day and we can take a four day weekend and run. How many parents can say that and not have the child warden out to get them. I honestly think as long as I keep my kids social there should not be problems. They are happy and learning with out the mad house of thirty some odd kids yelling and goofing off.  They get more learning done in three days then they ever got in school in  a week, and they don't have people calling them stupid or freak. This is just the perfect thing for our family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7611105370186994742-1501424075755788587?l=deepthoughtsinashallowworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepthoughtsinashallowworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1501424075755788587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deepthoughtsinashallowworld.blogspot.com/2009/08/well-it-is-that-time-of-year-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7611105370186994742/posts/default/1501424075755788587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7611105370186994742/posts/default/1501424075755788587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepthoughtsinashallowworld.blogspot.com/2009/08/well-it-is-that-time-of-year-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Roo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05304249366405375890</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/_K4QX9X1pI04/SmDIjixyVlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3PyITwPxmAc/S220/Zoo+and+art+show+5-16-09+020.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7611105370186994742.post-8636290659122056411</id><published>2009-08-13T13:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T14:22:52.005-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jam and jelly maker'/><title type='text'>jam and jelly the fruits of labor</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I have been making jams and jellies the last week. I don't want to see another peach for a while. The jelly turned out a little too sticky but hey if you warm it up first its great. I need some practice on the sure jell. This is the first time doing the jam/jelly stuff it has been kinda rewarding.  I made hot pepper jelly first then black raspberry jam and then peach jam. I also canned peaches today so I am a sticky mess. I have canned peaches before like 17 years ago, and I forgot how time consuming and messy it is. The husband is thrilled that I am being the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;domestic goddess he has always fantasized  about. All I need now is an apron .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;h1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7611105370186994742-8636290659122056411?l=deepthoughtsinashallowworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepthoughtsinashallowworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8636290659122056411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deepthoughtsinashallowworld.blogspot.com/2009/08/jam-and-jelly-fruits-of-labor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7611105370186994742/posts/default/8636290659122056411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7611105370186994742/posts/default/8636290659122056411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepthoughtsinashallowworld.blogspot.com/2009/08/jam-and-jelly-fruits-of-labor.html' title='jam and jelly the fruits of labor'/><author><name>Roo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05304249366405375890</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/_K4QX9X1pI04/SmDIjixyVlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3PyITwPxmAc/S220/Zoo+and+art+show+5-16-09+020.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7611105370186994742.post-7770871424703133043</id><published>2009-08-06T15:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T15:29:27.417-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;It's been almost a month since the kids and I came home from our lovely trip to Texas. Our house still looks as bad or if not worse for the wear. I just don't have the energy to clean when its this hot. Its been pretty warm these last few days. The daughter got to go to Cedar point today. ( a amusement park in Ohio) While me and the son got to stay home and clean house. How fair is that? I personally have no problem with a less than clean house, but Hubby dearest is freaking out because our son and lovely daughter in law is coming to visit with the Baby. I get so frustrated with him when he gets in these moods. Any thing I do is not good enough right now. At this very second he is telling our son what he is doing is wrong. Sometimes I wonder what it would be like if I was a single mother. I know I should not think like this but it just happens that I do when he is being this much of an ass. I am done ranting for now. Till next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7611105370186994742-7770871424703133043?l=deepthoughtsinashallowworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepthoughtsinashallowworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7770871424703133043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deepthoughtsinashallowworld.blogspot.com/2009/08/its-been-almost-month-since-kids-and-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7611105370186994742/posts/default/7770871424703133043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7611105370186994742/posts/default/7770871424703133043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepthoughtsinashallowworld.blogspot.com/2009/08/its-been-almost-month-since-kids-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Roo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05304249366405375890</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/_K4QX9X1pI04/SmDIjixyVlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3PyITwPxmAc/S220/Zoo+and+art+show+5-16-09+020.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7611105370186994742.post-1656095792019133803</id><published>2009-07-27T11:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T11:13:16.712-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Accomplishing nothing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;This past week I have accomplished nothing. Not that I was really trying too either. I got the bare min done around the house.  I have no energy to do anything. There is always lots to do.  I have a house full of kids again. Cousin from Mass is still here, and My sons Best friend is here. The kitchen is a mess we are out of milk , bread, eggs, and cheese. these are all staples in our house. That means I have to get off my butt and go to the store which I don't want to do.  A belt in my car shredded last friday so even though it got repaired by loving husband he is still worried for me drive it so I guess I will have to take his car to the store, ( I hate driving his car)  Since I have been home from Texas I have lost all my will to do anything productive, I guess I need to take my vitamins again.  Maybe that will help.   Off to the store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7611105370186994742-1656095792019133803?l=deepthoughtsinashallowworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepthoughtsinashallowworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1656095792019133803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deepthoughtsinashallowworld.blogspot.com/2009/07/accomplishing-nothing.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7611105370186994742/posts/default/1656095792019133803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7611105370186994742/posts/default/1656095792019133803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepthoughtsinashallowworld.blogspot.com/2009/07/accomplishing-nothing.html' title='Accomplishing nothing'/><author><name>Roo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05304249366405375890</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/_K4QX9X1pI04/SmDIjixyVlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3PyITwPxmAc/S220/Zoo+and+art+show+5-16-09+020.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7611105370186994742.post-7010114372764625329</id><published>2009-07-18T13:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T14:15:58.554-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Harry Potter and th eHalf Blood Prince</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Another random thought , Why doesn't movies ever live up to the books. We went to see The 6th Harry Potter movie last night. So if you haven't seen it yet QUIT reading this right now.  They always leave out important stuff.  For instance &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Dumbledore &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;suppose to pick up Harry at the dursleys,  and then  take him to Slughorns. It would have been kinda cool to see the dursley fight off glasses full of butterbeer  that Dumbledore offered them.  When harry got to the burrow everyone was suppose to be a sleep not all waiting for him.  There was no mention of Fleur and Bill getting married which I thought was pretty important. The tension between Harry and Jenny was pretty much what I thought it would be. so that did not disappoint.  I wish Harry and Ron would have talked about harry falling for Jenny that would have been a quite the talk.    I was really disappointed that the death eaters set fire to the Wesley's home, that did happend in the book,where are Bill and Fleur gonna get married now.  Lastly what happened to the fight on the tower with the death eaters against the Order. Bill was soppose  to get messed up by a werewolf. Not that I wanted that or anything. Snape should have explained more about him being the half blood prince.  It left me hanging. (sigh)&lt;br /&gt;Well these are just my thoughts on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7611105370186994742-7010114372764625329?l=deepthoughtsinashallowworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepthoughtsinashallowworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7010114372764625329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deepthoughtsinashallowworld.blogspot.com/2009/07/harry-potter-and-th-ehalf-blood-prince.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7611105370186994742/posts/default/7010114372764625329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7611105370186994742/posts/default/7010114372764625329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepthoughtsinashallowworld.blogspot.com/2009/07/harry-potter-and-th-ehalf-blood-prince.html' title='Harry Potter and th eHalf Blood Prince'/><author><name>Roo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05304249366405375890</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/_K4QX9X1pI04/SmDIjixyVlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3PyITwPxmAc/S220/Zoo+and+art+show+5-16-09+020.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7611105370186994742.post-4717975646738214139</id><published>2009-07-16T10:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T10:36:16.573-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Puppy love'/><title type='text'>Deep thoughts in a shallow world</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Just a couple of thoughts for my first blog. I have never done anything like this before so hopefully it will be like therapy. AS  I set at the computer on this gorgeous day I wonder why I am inside then I realized that I got little sleep last night or this morning which ever way you would like to think of it cuz I did not even fall a sleep until 5 am, so I am dragging ass today that is why I am not outside. It hard to be motivated when you are dragging ass.  I have just come home from a very long stay in Texas visiting family. My mother had surgery and I was needed to help out. We (the kids and I) had a okay time not much excitement, It was very hot there like 104-108 we were kind of miserable at times. While we were there we got two more members for our zoo. The daughter got a hamster and a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-size: 14px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chihuahua for her birthday. Now Jade has turned into the poster dog for energy. I have never seen such a wild little thing he plays hard and sleeps hard. 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