<?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-4166673491211717719</id><updated>2012-02-15T22:47:50.287-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Story of Us..........</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jodipetsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4166673491211717719/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jodipetsblog.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10851881578129924923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JY1ucoTnprg/SQ6W1YsLB3I/AAAAAAAAACU/NPYFrbtk5MU/S220/izacs+8th-halloween+098.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>29</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4166673491211717719.post-5330084877049464548</id><published>2009-11-17T20:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T21:04:18.097-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cavity bugs</title><content type='html'>Jake had his very first filling last week. The assistants totally bullshited him. The best part of that is  that he didn't notice, thankfully he's only 5. So they told him (in a very disturbing baby voice, I don't do baby talk I think its sick) they were gonna "dig out his cavity bugs". He has no clue that he got a shot, she was very careful to say they were "putting his tooth to sleep" they had him close his eyes after they put some tasty jelly stuff (as he said) an said he would feel a slight pinch as we all know that its far from slight. He moaned a smig an then he started talking funny since only half his face worked properly. He did really really well. The best part was jake explaining the whole process to izac an ending with "well izac if that had been you, you would have been squeeling like a big baby" hahah which honestly is true. What a personality jake has, good mix of me an brad!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4166673491211717719-5330084877049464548?l=jodipetsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jodipetsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5330084877049464548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4166673491211717719&amp;postID=5330084877049464548' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4166673491211717719/posts/default/5330084877049464548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4166673491211717719/posts/default/5330084877049464548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jodipetsblog.blogspot.com/2009/11/cavity-bugs.html' title='Cavity bugs'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10851881578129924923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JY1ucoTnprg/SQ6W1YsLB3I/AAAAAAAAACU/NPYFrbtk5MU/S220/izacs+8th-halloween+098.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4166673491211717719.post-6188902314757172879</id><published>2009-10-25T08:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T11:09:21.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'>9 years old.. already</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was Izacs 9th birthday. As it usually does, our day started out very humorous. Jake an Izac have started this butler thing on there birthdays. It all started with Izac pissing around in the morning before school. We were constantly riding his ass every morning last year. The only thing that got him to get it together was telling him if he wasn't ready he had to miss school which he DIDN'T like. So one time Brad told him that if he didn't pull himself together then not only was he missing school but he was also going to be his an jakes butler all day long. Needless to say Jake had such a hay day bossing Izac around all day, that Jake decided    on his birthday Izac was going to be his butler. I wake up to hear Izac telling Jake, "ok well its MY birthday so your my butler today an you have to do everything I say today, now go get me a bowl of cereal NOW" Jake tells him nope mom said not to get up yet. The arguing started there. Izac had jake doing all sorts of things from getting him drinks to finding his toys an let's not forget poop patrol. You would think since Izac is older that he would remember Jake was supposed to be his butler all day but half way though the day he didn't bring it up again. Jake on the other didn't forget he had Izac slaving away ALL day on his birthday. Jake asked me "mom, is skylar a teenager?" I said yep he sure is, then he asked how old are teenagers? I said 13. "So he said, Izac is a post teen?" Haha he cracks me up. All day he kept saying that. He was also telling everyone he saw, that it was Izacs birthday an they should tell him happy birthday. it was a eventful day!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4166673491211717719-6188902314757172879?l=jodipetsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jodipetsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6188902314757172879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4166673491211717719&amp;postID=6188902314757172879' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4166673491211717719/posts/default/6188902314757172879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4166673491211717719/posts/default/6188902314757172879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jodipetsblog.blogspot.com/2009/10/9-years-old-already.html' title='9 years old.. already'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10851881578129924923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JY1ucoTnprg/SQ6W1YsLB3I/AAAAAAAAACU/NPYFrbtk5MU/S220/izacs+8th-halloween+098.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4166673491211717719.post-4644828835274674669</id><published>2009-08-13T20:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T20:16:03.102-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Out of interesting things to say</title><content type='html'>Well lately my computer has had such issues that I dont really get on much. Lance came over a while ago to check my P.O.S. computer and come to find out I dont have really any memory to speak of so its super slow. Lance also put a anit virus thing on so i think the little bit of memory i do have went to that. So it basically takes anywhere from 5-20 minutes to get online an honestly by that time im so pissed off all i can think of is throwing my computer out my living room window!!! So for now there wont be a whole bunch of blogs, not that i really have anything interesting to say for now but soon im sure something will come up. I also dont check my email because well, no reason i just dont. I check facebook alot basically because i can look from my phone, but blogger i cant. So I will chat at you soon.... ish ha peace out!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4166673491211717719-4644828835274674669?l=jodipetsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jodipetsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4644828835274674669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4166673491211717719&amp;postID=4644828835274674669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4166673491211717719/posts/default/4644828835274674669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4166673491211717719/posts/default/4644828835274674669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jodipetsblog.blogspot.com/2009/08/out-of-interesting-things-to-say.html' title='Out of interesting things to say'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10851881578129924923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JY1ucoTnprg/SQ6W1YsLB3I/AAAAAAAAACU/NPYFrbtk5MU/S220/izacs+8th-halloween+098.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4166673491211717719.post-1981405983179329078</id><published>2009-06-25T20:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T08:44:34.185-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our story</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JY1ucoTnprg/SkY-Vn6lx5I/AAAAAAAAAGM/UkDbFjRdM2c/s1600-h/n1633585230_101065_210.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352033748389316498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JY1ucoTnprg/SkY-Vn6lx5I/AAAAAAAAAGM/UkDbFjRdM2c/s320/n1633585230_101065_210.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today is our anniversary. 6 years married, almost 10 together. I thought I would tell how we meet an a few other random things. I meet Mindy in hell that is sconecutter. She had been telling me that Jared's brother had gotten himself in some trouble so his mom was shipping him here to live with his dad and she was going to get him a job in hell to "keep and eye on him, and help him out." So I come storming out the back door to smoke all pissed off as usual bitching about my loser husband (that's a whole other story, but yes I unfortunately was married once before) and there was Mindy and Brad. As a shift manager I really enjoyed giving new employees shit especially the guys, they were more fun than the girls they usually ended up quitting which is also another story. So when new people start they were on fries cause you couldn't mess that up for the most part. Brad was doing fries and I was banging on the counter and yelling at him " hurry the fuck up, god your slow" He turned around and said " fuck you there coming" Now i know this sounds pretty mean but ha it is certainly not. Immediately I thought "alright i like this guy he is gonna be fun to work with" Finally someone with my sense of humor! Before I continue i want to say that at this point in my pathetic marriage, it was nearing the end. So a year goes by and I decide that I'm done being the beat stick and I proceed with my divorce. I moved back in with my mom while my divorce was going through. Brad and I started hanging out after work and drinking. So sometimes... well most of the time I sleep at Brads house cause i couldn't drive home, I had been drinking see. We would go to the school and drink, smoke and BS. Brad knew all the creeks in the stairs and which ones to skip so no one would hear him, but I didn't so he would give me a piggy back ride down the stair which was scary since we had both been drinking but he didn't want his dad to hear two sets of footsteps. But of course we got caught I would always park my car in front of the house which was right in front of Linda's window. I worked at seven or eight in the morning so I would leave pretty early but Laura came walking across the street when we were having our morning smoke and well she was not pleased with this neither was Linda. I do recall Brad telling me his dad had "chat" with him about this. He had asked Brad what was going on and if he was just going to have sex with this girl, and then what? HAHA sorry Jack but at that point we really really were just sleeping, no sex happening. So moving on, I couldn't stay there anymore so we decided to move out together, where we went I don't recall honestly we have live in lots of places with lots of people. None of that matters anyway. So I'm just gonna skip ahead here a bit...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After 3 months or so of dating I get pregnant with Izac, I didn't know I was for about 12 weeks! Three months pregnant before I find out, ya I'm brilliant. It was only because I was crying like a baby that my pants wouldn't button up that my sister Jamie said " what the hell is wrong with you are you pregnant?" A light bulb went off I'm my head wow i guess that's possible. We were going to Washington to see Chris, who was coming home from his mission. At this point I had only talked to Brads mom a few times. We had never meet and now we get to tell her I'm pregnant, super. Brad had told me we were gonna tell her together, so I was nervous. He said that we would tell her first then the rest of the family. Ha ya right that's not even close to how it went. We get in the car at the airport and Noelle and Cindy are driving us back to the house and brad blurts out that there going to be aunts again. Then he just tells his mom first thing and she came up to me and said "so Jodi, when is the baby due" I was taken off guard, so I was floored gee thanks for the warning honey. Needless to say one of the first things she said was so when are you getting married. If you know Brad you know that didn't go over well. He refused to get married just because he knocked me up. Skipping ahead again lots of pointless shit happened for a few years. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Izac was two an I had decided that we were NEVER going to get married. (although I did refuse to have any more kids without being married!) Brad finally asked me to marry him on valentines day 2003. Clearly you can see that was the best decision we made! I am happy things went the way they did, and thanks to Mindy I met Brad, who is fabulous and I love very dearly! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4166673491211717719-1981405983179329078?l=jodipetsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jodipetsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1981405983179329078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4166673491211717719&amp;postID=1981405983179329078' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4166673491211717719/posts/default/1981405983179329078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4166673491211717719/posts/default/1981405983179329078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jodipetsblog.blogspot.com/2009/06/our-story.html' title='Our story'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10851881578129924923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JY1ucoTnprg/SQ6W1YsLB3I/AAAAAAAAACU/NPYFrbtk5MU/S220/izacs+8th-halloween+098.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JY1ucoTnprg/SkY-Vn6lx5I/AAAAAAAAAGM/UkDbFjRdM2c/s72-c/n1633585230_101065_210.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4166673491211717719.post-1419206317368171282</id><published>2009-06-17T21:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T21:40:45.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The decision has been made, its final :(</title><content type='html'>I had THOUGHT that Anson was gonna be our last baby.. Then I changed my mind. I thought well one more shot for a girl? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;HAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ya right I really &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; get that lucky. We were pondering for weeks now on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;whether&lt;/span&gt; to try again. I was all for it. Brad, well was not saying a whole bunch about&lt;br /&gt;it. Today we had a long long chat about all the shit that comes along with another baby. Mainly me being the biggest bitch alive when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; pregnant. Poor brad I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; blame him for not wanting to do it again.. Oh ya right poor him are you kidding me? Like he is the one that has to gain a hundred pounds, feel like shit all the time, not to mention the end of the pregnancy where the baby feels like he is gonna fall out of your vagina, since there out of space and pressing on all of MY insides! Sorry ha got a little side tracked there. So i said to him well lets adopt a one year old girl then we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; have to do all that other shit and the hard part is over ha. He said ya know &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; not a bad idea. Clearly I was joking (mostly). So were done if any of you thought we would be giving you a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;granddaughter&lt;/span&gt;, or a niece you were dead wrong. Tomorrow I am going to make Brad an appointment for a snip snip! Good luck with that honey and thanks a bunch!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4166673491211717719-1419206317368171282?l=jodipetsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jodipetsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1419206317368171282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4166673491211717719&amp;postID=1419206317368171282' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4166673491211717719/posts/default/1419206317368171282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4166673491211717719/posts/default/1419206317368171282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jodipetsblog.blogspot.com/2009/06/decision-has-been-made-its-final.html' title='The decision has been made, its final :('/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10851881578129924923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JY1ucoTnprg/SQ6W1YsLB3I/AAAAAAAAACU/NPYFrbtk5MU/S220/izacs+8th-halloween+098.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4166673491211717719.post-5166532341690617362</id><published>2009-06-16T19:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T20:31:21.192-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain, rain go away!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JY1ucoTnprg/SjhiUIB-UDI/AAAAAAAAAGE/6heMxAZDXhQ/s1600-h/ansons+1st+birthday+214.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348132655395131442" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JY1ucoTnprg/SjhiUIB-UDI/AAAAAAAAAGE/6heMxAZDXhQ/s320/ansons+1st+birthday+214.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JY1ucoTnprg/SjhiLmfZx2I/AAAAAAAAAF8/YRaXtOPfzbE/s1600-h/ansons+1st+birthday+218.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348132508952807266" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JY1ucoTnprg/SjhiLmfZx2I/AAAAAAAAAF8/YRaXtOPfzbE/s320/ansons+1st+birthday+218.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JY1ucoTnprg/SjhiDMqpIMI/AAAAAAAAAF0/Ve3Wm3p44u0/s1600-h/ansons+1st+birthday+217.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348132364581675202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JY1ucoTnprg/SjhiDMqpIMI/AAAAAAAAAF0/Ve3Wm3p44u0/s320/ansons+1st+birthday+217.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JY1ucoTnprg/Sjhh3mwX3cI/AAAAAAAAAFs/Gv7R_GCLwgU/s1600-h/ansons+1st+birthday+210.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348132165426601410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JY1ucoTnprg/Sjhh3mwX3cI/AAAAAAAAAFs/Gv7R_GCLwgU/s320/ansons+1st+birthday+210.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JY1ucoTnprg/Sjhhs0iZlXI/AAAAAAAAAFk/y-MRG7fld3E/s1600-h/ansons+1st+birthday+199.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348131980147529074" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JY1ucoTnprg/Sjhhs0iZlXI/AAAAAAAAAFk/y-MRG7fld3E/s320/ansons+1st+birthday+199.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Sunday&lt;/span&gt; we went camping. Brad was just determined &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;despite&lt;/span&gt; the weather. We woke up on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Sunday&lt;/span&gt; and what do you know it was sunny! Thank god i was thinking, i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; want to camp in the rain. But Brad assured me that IF it did rain we were A. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt; cause he had just bought a new tent, and some ponchos (which i might add i thought was a waste of money) So after hours literally of packing all of our shit, we were off. We went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Thistle&lt;/span&gt; which is up &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Spanish&lt;/span&gt; fork canyon. We get to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;thistle&lt;/span&gt; road and what do you know it starts raining. Well I thought it will probably stop before we get there since the weather did say 30% chance of rain. Ya I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; think so, I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; get that lucky. We find a sweet spot that has a riding spot right in the next campground. As we start setting up our shit its starts to pour of course. So &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;instantly&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; thinking &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt; lets pack up this shit an go home &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; done. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; not a big camper, I really &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; like to get dirty and I really really really HATE peeing outside. But everyone loves it so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;trooper&lt;/span&gt; and I go. Brad had a blast riding in the rain and the mud as did the boys. Jake made a point of telling me mud is not big deal, if you fall in it it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; hurt and it just sticks to you and its no big deal. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Izac&lt;/span&gt; was telling Brad that he was the funnest person to ride with ever! Jake turned around an said " ya dad &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; fur true you are!" So as it got dark the rain stopped and well we stayed. So we go to bed, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Izac&lt;/span&gt; and Jake were in sleeping bags all comfy and warm, an Anson slept between me and Brad. Oh god was it the worst sleep i ever got! All night he was screaming in my ear probably every hour, and when he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;wasn't&lt;/span&gt; doing that he was slapping me in the face. Oh and i forgot the part about our NEW tent was wet, Brad swears it was because it was raining when we put it up. Me and brad were &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;squished&lt;/span&gt; on the futon &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;mattress&lt;/span&gt; cause the edges were wet. So Anson wakes up at 6:30 right when I was finally warm and was almost in a deep sleep. He starts &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;babbling&lt;/span&gt; and such then he decides to slap me and hit me with a flash light ya no shit. Ah I kept thinking &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; done &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; NEVER going camping again. I was so tired and pissed i was ready to smack brad and tell lets get it together and leave i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; give a shit what time it is. But I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; I fell back asleep as did Anson. We woke up to a marvelous day the sun was shinning and it was warm and toasty. So at this point i really just need some coffee which we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; have.. So we rode for a while then decide its time to pack it up. We start to take our tent down and what do you know the damn pole broke and its poking through the top of the now ripped tent. Ya can you believe that? Brand new and it rips oh hell no we are going to take that piece of shit back to the store! When we do we will go camping again but this time &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; gonna check the weather and unless its clear &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;Sky's&lt;/span&gt;, I am NOT going! Here are some picture that I took as you can see the boys had a blast! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4166673491211717719-5166532341690617362?l=jodipetsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jodipetsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5166532341690617362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4166673491211717719&amp;postID=5166532341690617362' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4166673491211717719/posts/default/5166532341690617362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4166673491211717719/posts/default/5166532341690617362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jodipetsblog.blogspot.com/2009/06/rain-rain-go-away.html' title='Rain, rain go away!'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10851881578129924923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JY1ucoTnprg/SQ6W1YsLB3I/AAAAAAAAACU/NPYFrbtk5MU/S220/izacs+8th-halloween+098.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JY1ucoTnprg/SjhiUIB-UDI/AAAAAAAAAGE/6heMxAZDXhQ/s72-c/ansons+1st+birthday+214.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4166673491211717719.post-382447398285065487</id><published>2009-06-07T20:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T20:40:36.542-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Like Father, Like son</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JY1ucoTnprg/SiyGLIAj49I/AAAAAAAAAFc/ajbWjfU-QRU/s1600-h/ansons+1st+birthday+077.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344794383468454866" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JY1ucoTnprg/SiyGLIAj49I/AAAAAAAAAFc/ajbWjfU-QRU/s320/ansons+1st+birthday+077.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As most of you know Jake is a spitting image of Brad. He is 4 almost 5. He says the funniest shit! Jack always tells me that when brad was young you could always hear where he was because he was so loud, well like father like son. Jake &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;couldn't&lt;/span&gt; whisper to save his life! He is always full speed a head. He asks me today "Mom i was thinking could you buy me a fifty, so I can race in the motocross like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;skylar&lt;/span&gt;?" He &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;wasn't&lt;/span&gt; kidding either, whatever &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;skylar&lt;/span&gt; does Jake is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;desperate&lt;/span&gt; to do also. Today is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Skylars&lt;/span&gt; 13&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; birthday, I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;texted&lt;/span&gt; him today to say happy birthday and he said he was dumpster diving and I thought he was joking but he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;wasn't&lt;/span&gt; so he quickly had to go but said thanks for the wishes, ha It was funny.&lt;br /&gt;We were eating dinner tonight an for once &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Izac&lt;/span&gt; was eating an not Jake so we kept telling him to eat so he could go back outside to play, so when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Izac&lt;/span&gt; finished his he was gone so Jake quickly started to shovel his food in. He heard Brad go outside so he said " Mom &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; you think you should go outside with dad?" I said ah no why? He continued with " mom &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; you love your husband?" Yes I do, I said " well maybe you should follow him around, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;isn't&lt;/span&gt; that what your supposed to do?" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt; so at this point I knew what this little shit was up to, so I said &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; going outside then, finish your dinner, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt; he said as he watched me walk out the front door, waving I might add. So I book it out the front door to the back door to run inside and catch him in the act, sure as shit he was putting the rest of his food down the garbage disposal, I came in and said Jake what are you doing? Ah well I um finished my dinner, I said oh you did huh, well actually mom I was quite full and how did you know what I was doing? Ya busted! See my boys think moms have eyes in the back of there heads &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; how we know what they are doing all the time without looking directly at them ha. When there adults they will realize the reason they got caught was because there so obvious when there being naughty. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jake gets to go into Ansons castle sometimes basically when we say. As you will see in the picture above jake likes those spears and he thinks he is the "guard" of the castle. To keep all big kids out of it so it doesnt get popped. Well the other day were sitting outside and Jake decides to guard the castle so he lays down in front of the door an puts his legs up on the spear holder with the spear in his hand, Anson crawls up to go inside and Jake says "no no Anson you cant go in the castle right now, im taking a break, Im on break he yells.. Needless to say Jake got dragged away from his "break". What four year old says that? Mine does.. Ha &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4166673491211717719-382447398285065487?l=jodipetsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jodipetsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/382447398285065487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4166673491211717719&amp;postID=382447398285065487' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4166673491211717719/posts/default/382447398285065487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4166673491211717719/posts/default/382447398285065487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jodipetsblog.blogspot.com/2009/06/jake-will-be-wellbrad.html' title='Like Father, Like son'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10851881578129924923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JY1ucoTnprg/SQ6W1YsLB3I/AAAAAAAAACU/NPYFrbtk5MU/S220/izacs+8th-halloween+098.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JY1ucoTnprg/SiyGLIAj49I/AAAAAAAAAFc/ajbWjfU-QRU/s72-c/ansons+1st+birthday+077.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4166673491211717719.post-3513727471073823557</id><published>2009-06-02T21:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T22:01:05.722-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Among the sadness</title><content type='html'>Yesterday we had a funeral for brads aunt &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Linda&lt;/span&gt;. It was a good one as far as funerals go. Lots of people said very nice things an brad said he felt really good about the day, since &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Linda&lt;/span&gt; was in a better place. During the funeral there was lots of prayers saying that hopefully &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Linda's&lt;/span&gt; passing will bring the family closer. So brad decided it would be a good idea to have a Petersen family gathering at our house. Everyone came minus Noelle, Cindy lets not forget there husbands or there cute boys! Also Aunt Shannon that I have heard so much about and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;unfortunately&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; not sure if I will ever get to meet. We sat in the backyard shooting the shit for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;remainder&lt;/span&gt; of the day, while the kids played an fun was had by all (I think).&lt;br /&gt;Brads family has been through some horrific things in there life but they are not letting those experiences hold them back, they are trying to learn from them. I am so glad that i get to have relationships with them. Lance an I have similar personalities so when ever I talk to him I just laugh. He can crack some dirty jokes and well so can I. I have been told I talk like a trucker, I say well that depends on the company I have. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; really want to offend anyone. Well sometime I do just for shits and giggles. I always lived far away from my family so I am so glad my kids get to play with the cousins and know all the aunts and uncles. I love that they get to know there Great Aunts an Uncles too. Carla said the funniest thing yesterday, we were all spraying ourselves with bug spray(there is a ton of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;mosquito's&lt;/span&gt; in our backyard) and she said "oh I have to make sure I wash my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;pattie&lt;/span&gt; cakes before I put anything in my mouth" you cant tell she is a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;kindergarten&lt;/span&gt; teacher can you ha!  An Kathy well she always has some great remedy for anything&lt;br /&gt;so from now on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; gonna be asking her instead of wasting pointless hours on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It turned out to be a very awesome day especially it starting out to be so shitty. I told brad we should certainly do this more often. The good thing about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;tragedies&lt;/span&gt; is that it brings &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;families&lt;/span&gt; closer together as was proven yesterday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4166673491211717719-3513727471073823557?l=jodipetsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jodipetsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3513727471073823557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4166673491211717719&amp;postID=3513727471073823557' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4166673491211717719/posts/default/3513727471073823557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4166673491211717719/posts/default/3513727471073823557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jodipetsblog.blogspot.com/2009/06/among-sadness.html' title='Among the sadness'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10851881578129924923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JY1ucoTnprg/SQ6W1YsLB3I/AAAAAAAAACU/NPYFrbtk5MU/S220/izacs+8th-halloween+098.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4166673491211717719.post-4013461712356782536</id><published>2009-05-27T20:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T20:56:22.112-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ansons 1st Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JY1ucoTnprg/Sh4LSCqZ2UI/AAAAAAAAAFU/l74GgzSFFEE/s1600-h/ansons+1st+birthday+165.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340718612688263490" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JY1ucoTnprg/Sh4LSCqZ2UI/AAAAAAAAAFU/l74GgzSFFEE/s320/ansons+1st+birthday+165.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JY1ucoTnprg/Sh4LRzlPx6I/AAAAAAAAAFM/-kIaBDNLZyA/s1600-h/ansons+1st+birthday+164.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340718608640100258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JY1ucoTnprg/Sh4LRzlPx6I/AAAAAAAAAFM/-kIaBDNLZyA/s320/ansons+1st+birthday+164.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JY1ucoTnprg/Sh4LR5rGOcI/AAAAAAAAAFE/8iQM93phC9s/s1600-h/ansons+1st+birthday+161.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340718610275252674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JY1ucoTnprg/Sh4LR5rGOcI/AAAAAAAAAFE/8iQM93phC9s/s320/ansons+1st+birthday+161.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JY1ucoTnprg/Sh4LRuF0bEI/AAAAAAAAAE8/mrtrg-cgPvU/s1600-h/ansons+1st+birthday+158.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340718607166106690" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JY1ucoTnprg/Sh4LRuF0bEI/AAAAAAAAAE8/mrtrg-cgPvU/s320/ansons+1st+birthday+158.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JY1ucoTnprg/Sh4IxZmih5I/AAAAAAAAAEU/Rz6UEQo9R7w/s1600-h/ansons+1st+birthday+125.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340715852887132050" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JY1ucoTnprg/Sh4IxZmih5I/AAAAAAAAAEU/Rz6UEQo9R7w/s320/ansons+1st+birthday+125.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JY1ucoTnprg/Sh4IxPO_75I/AAAAAAAAAEM/N0YOGDSCa8E/s1600-h/ansons+1st+birthday+117.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340715850104041362" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JY1ucoTnprg/Sh4IxPO_75I/AAAAAAAAAEM/N0YOGDSCa8E/s320/ansons+1st+birthday+117.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JY1ucoTnprg/Sh4Iw1pHbaI/AAAAAAAAAEE/rODEtW_7K1Q/s1600-h/ansons+1st+birthday+112.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340715843234262434" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JY1ucoTnprg/Sh4Iw1pHbaI/AAAAAAAAAEE/rODEtW_7K1Q/s320/ansons+1st+birthday+112.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JY1ucoTnprg/Sh4IwiBA4DI/AAAAAAAAAD8/MtQcQXBrBqI/s1600-h/ansons+1st+birthday+088.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340715837965787186" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JY1ucoTnprg/Sh4IwiBA4DI/AAAAAAAAAD8/MtQcQXBrBqI/s320/ansons+1st+birthday+088.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JY1ucoTnprg/Sh4IwWb34-I/AAAAAAAAAD0/C0G4fxPGxto/s1600-h/ansons+1st+birthday+069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340715834857219042" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JY1ucoTnprg/Sh4IwWb34-I/AAAAAAAAAD0/C0G4fxPGxto/s320/ansons+1st+birthday+069.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today is my babies first birthday. I'm so sad that he is getting big so fast. I know people say they grow so fast blah blah, but It honestly didn't feel like it with Izac or Jake. This years has flown by I'm not sure if its because Anson is my last baby or if I was just delirious with the other two. Anson is really the sweetest baby. Those big blue eyes just get me every time. Dont get me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;wrong he is mean little shit, but so sweet at the same time. We bought him a castle and he just loves it. He plays peek a boo in it, its so funny. Izac want so bad to get in it but well hes way over the weight limit. Jake on the other hand is not so he takes full advantage of getting in it whenever possible. Anson crawls in it and flops right out if you were here for his birthday you know what I mean. He basically falls on his head every time he gets out but he loves. Well see how long the balls that are in it last. Considering the neighbors think our house is the park and take it upon themselves to come and bring all there friends to play with all my kids shit. But that's another story in itself. Enjoy the pics of my cute little shit! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4166673491211717719-4013461712356782536?l=jodipetsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jodipetsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4013461712356782536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4166673491211717719&amp;postID=4013461712356782536' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4166673491211717719/posts/default/4013461712356782536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4166673491211717719/posts/default/4013461712356782536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jodipetsblog.blogspot.com/2009/05/ansons-1st-birthday.html' title='Ansons 1st Birthday'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10851881578129924923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JY1ucoTnprg/SQ6W1YsLB3I/AAAAAAAAACU/NPYFrbtk5MU/S220/izacs+8th-halloween+098.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JY1ucoTnprg/Sh4LSCqZ2UI/AAAAAAAAAFU/l74GgzSFFEE/s72-c/ansons+1st+birthday+165.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4166673491211717719.post-1790140524428895179</id><published>2009-03-27T20:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T21:19:32.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Soccer, Gymnastics and standing on furniture</title><content type='html'>Jake is in soccer now. Its the funniest thing, that kid is just like his dad hes such a smart ass he really is. His first day meeting his coach they have a brief practice just so the kids get to know each others names. There kicking the ball though the "goals" as the coach calls them when Jake says "Ah coach these are NOT goals, there cones I have a goal at home an these are not it" He is the biggest kid on the team and the most talkative of course. He enjoys it though for the most part, when hes in the game when he is out he gets bored and asks when were leaving cause he is bored. Just picture Brad at 4 and that's pretty much Jake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Izac has literally been begging me to take gymnastics seriously for at least a year now. I got off my ass an found a class for him. He honestly can barely contain himself the days he has it. He loves it more than anything. He goes and sucks up everything there saying like a sponge. He always talks about his Aunt Sara cause she took gymnastic for a while so he loves to compare himself with the stuff she can do. Its really great he has found something for him cause let me tell ya soccer wasn't it. Jack had to photo shop soccer balls in the pictures he took. Ha he would rather talk to the girls on the team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My baby is growing up, it sucks! He is my last one and its just moving too fast.. Thank god for cameras though. He has 3 teeth now and he is standing up on everything. He just crawls so fast now he just doesn't waste anytime with movement. He is obsessed with mickey mouse clubhouse which is so hilarious as ever. He bounces in front of the TV, right in front of it so he can slap it with excitement. Anson does new things daily and its going to be interesting to see his personality as he gets older. He is ten months old today. Ten months honestly flew by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of our boys are so completely different. All I know is little Dutch and Anson are gonna be BIG trouble. Jake and Jorgen are gonna be just like there Dads, so that's a scary thought. Izac is.... well I'm not sure what he is going to be doing I think he will be the mellow one, he is for now.  Who knew that after school activities would make my life so super busy I can hardly surf the web!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4166673491211717719-1790140524428895179?l=jodipetsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jodipetsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1790140524428895179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4166673491211717719&amp;postID=1790140524428895179' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4166673491211717719/posts/default/1790140524428895179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4166673491211717719/posts/default/1790140524428895179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jodipetsblog.blogspot.com/2009/03/soccer-gymnastics-and-standing-on.html' title='Soccer, Gymnastics and standing on furniture'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10851881578129924923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JY1ucoTnprg/SQ6W1YsLB3I/AAAAAAAAACU/NPYFrbtk5MU/S220/izacs+8th-halloween+098.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4166673491211717719.post-4605410428007956397</id><published>2009-02-02T20:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T21:08:31.301-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates.. ish</title><content type='html'>Ok so I have not blogged forever, I just haven't had shit to say really.. Here is a semi update i guess. We got another durango thank god, it almost killed me to not have a car all day long i mean seriously i can only clean so much not to mention i had to ask my neighbor to pick Izac up from school which was OK at first but then it got to be too much chatting an not enough cleaning i was starting to feel like a prisoner in my own home if someone knocked on my door i was ready to start answering it with a gun!&lt;br /&gt;Anson started crawling on Friday which is so cute and a pain in the ass at the same time. He had his first illness EVER since he was born and holy shit i will tell you what it was pure hell. I could not leave the room without him screaming his head off, which for him is very unusual he is such a mellow happy baby. He just sits there while Jake screams at the top of his lungs in his face i have no idea why he finds such joy in that but he does. Its pretty funny the first three time but after that i just want to flick him and tell him to chill which is usually what ends up happening every damn day.&lt;br /&gt; Izac is doing good in school, he has got some questionable friends that he doesn't know that he cant have over anymore. Ha these kids know more about drugs and feminine products than i did when i was 13 and there in second and third grade so ya I'm sheltering Izac for as long as possible. Me and there parents might have a confrontation who knows I'm not scared at all..&lt;br /&gt;Brad is doing well also. He is no longer a kitchen manager at work cause blah blah some bull shit but whatever it works out better for us cause now he can work normal hours and get paid hourly again and I can work there not that that really matters anyhow i hate that job i would just a soon slit my wrists than go to work there but it pays well i cant decide which is worse Sconecutter or there. There both hell. But I work there despite my problems or thoughts of just sitting in my car smoking all day.. I like the people there better there all around my age in the front of the house but the back of the house is mostly Spanish speaking people which is why i bring my headphones ha ha. Well that is all for now that i can think of so I think if i can pull my head out, or my neighbors head out of my ass i will write more but I'm not making any promises!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4166673491211717719-4605410428007956397?l=jodipetsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jodipetsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4605410428007956397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4166673491211717719&amp;postID=4605410428007956397' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4166673491211717719/posts/default/4605410428007956397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4166673491211717719/posts/default/4605410428007956397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jodipetsblog.blogspot.com/2009/02/updates-ish.html' title='Updates.. ish'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10851881578129924923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JY1ucoTnprg/SQ6W1YsLB3I/AAAAAAAAACU/NPYFrbtk5MU/S220/izacs+8th-halloween+098.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4166673491211717719.post-1550580815894259337</id><published>2009-01-06T15:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T20:59:02.409-07:00</updated><title type='text'>30 Randoms.</title><content type='html'>I have seen this on some other blogs so i thought since i have not blogged forever that i would give this a whirl... Some of this is new stuff some not so much so enjoy i guess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I really like to swear ha actually that kind of just comes out when something happens I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. No matter what anyone else says, my kids are the cutest! There is lots of runners up though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( Im sure every mother says this)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I have the BEST hair stylist!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I do nails, I didnt say i like to i just went to school for it when i was 17&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I like to clean daily, at least once&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. My patience level is minimal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I hate driving in the snow, there isnt anywhere i have to go that badly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Nothing is better than humor, I love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. I have very very few relatives left, mostly just immediate family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. My dad passed away when I was 21&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. I get super fat when pregnant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. I do at least one load of laundry a day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. My favorite tv shows are House, The Hills, and General Hospital&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. I have been watching General Hospital since I was fiveish (my mom used to watch it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. I love celebrity gossip, those are my favorite magazines&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. I wish I was rich so I could help my family 0ut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. I never want to run into anyone i went to school with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. I do not like to be lied to EVER. trust me i can handle the truth, better than most&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. I can deal with confrontation fairly well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. I can come up with smart ass remarks for just about any conversation some of which i keep to myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Always when meeting someone I look at there shoes, and hair.. If its summer I look to see if there toe nails are painted I mean who doesnt paint there toes its just not right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. I hate change!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Ive had 6 jobs in my life time so far..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. My first job i got hired for on my 16th birthday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. I used to go to wendover at 19 with friends and didnt get kicked out more than 2-3 times we went monthly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. It feels like christmas when i get a new cleaning product, like a vacuum or mop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. I sort of like to bake, mostly eat the baked good though ha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. I hate hate hate more than anything cooking I really dont get that hungry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Open cabinets drive me nuts.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;30. I have a very dirty mind I mostly take everything the wrong way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4166673491211717719-1550580815894259337?l=jodipetsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jodipetsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1550580815894259337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4166673491211717719&amp;postID=1550580815894259337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4166673491211717719/posts/default/1550580815894259337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4166673491211717719/posts/default/1550580815894259337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jodipetsblog.blogspot.com/2009/01/30-randoms.html' title='30 Randoms.'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10851881578129924923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JY1ucoTnprg/SQ6W1YsLB3I/AAAAAAAAACU/NPYFrbtk5MU/S220/izacs+8th-halloween+098.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4166673491211717719.post-4910996669268138751</id><published>2008-11-29T12:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T12:48:31.840-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Thanksgiving!</title><content type='html'>I hope everyone had a super thanksgiving, cause I sure as hell DIDNT. Its quite a long story that I wont get into but lets just say that Brad ruined it for all who was at my moms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also a Happy birthday to susan a few days late.... sorry, I had it on my calendar but didnt look at it until today ha sorry toots hope it was a good one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4166673491211717719-4910996669268138751?l=jodipetsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jodipetsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4910996669268138751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4166673491211717719&amp;postID=4910996669268138751' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4166673491211717719/posts/default/4910996669268138751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4166673491211717719/posts/default/4910996669268138751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jodipetsblog.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-thanksgiving.html' title='Happy Thanksgiving!'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10851881578129924923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JY1ucoTnprg/SQ6W1YsLB3I/AAAAAAAAACU/NPYFrbtk5MU/S220/izacs+8th-halloween+098.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4166673491211717719.post-1939914991206433786</id><published>2008-11-06T08:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T13:03:44.209-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Choices..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I don't really want to offend anyone but... there a few things i must say but i have to give some background info first. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I have lived in Utah on and off for quite sometime now. When I was about 8 i remember going to school and making friends and the first question i would get asked is "what ward are you in?" Ah ward? what is that i recall asking? its church. oh i would say, i don't go to church. Well my parents don't let me play with kids who don't go to church. So of course i was heart broken over this. I went home an told my mom who of course would be royally pissed about someone hurting her daughters feelings. I grew up thinking that anyone &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;LDS&lt;/span&gt; were well basically A-holes. Of course now I know that was judgemental and stereotypical of me but I have had several bad experiences. Let me clarify,&lt;em&gt; I am not saying that is how i feel now, that was when i was young.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Now that I am older, some of the same things occur with my kids (well &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Izac&lt;/span&gt; actually, since he is in school) I think it is completely unfair of parents to make there kids so close minded. I get judged because I have tattoos, I get the dirtiest looks when I were anything that shows them, now i realize tattoos are not for everyone I mean Brad is not by any means a fan of them but he loves me regardless. Does this mean I am a bad person? Does this mean my kids don't have morals, and they are going to be drug addicts, and felons? I don't think so I go to church on Sunday's and so do my boys but I don't force my boys to go, if they want they can If they don't feel like it that's fine also. I just get sick of the stereotypical judgements on what kind of a person I am. OK so I'm not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;LDS&lt;/span&gt; but ALL my in-laws are an you know what they don't treat me any different. I have to brag for a minute I have the greatest in-laws ever!! I love all my sister-in-laws, I see them more than most people in my family (except my mom). Everyone in Brads immediate family is super. Anyhow my point is that I want my boys to be open minded an except people for who they are, not what church they attend. When &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Izac&lt;/span&gt; was playing soccer, i had set up a play date with a little boy on his team and he was SO excited! I get to this boys house and his mom answers the door and she takes one look at my tattoos and i could tell she was mortified. Needless to say she conveniently never answered the phone again for another play date. I had to explain to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Izac&lt;/span&gt; (without making him think the same thoughts as i had as a child) what had exactly happened here, which was difficult to say the least. I know I am a good person an I know that my kids have morals, they know right from wrong, and they don't judge people on there appearances. I just wish everyone would do the same. I have done &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of things in my life that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;necessarily&lt;/span&gt; proud of, but i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;wouldn't&lt;/span&gt; change any of them. The mistakes i made yesterday made me the person i am today, for that i am proud!! I am a very open and bluntly honest person and i like it that way. People either like me or hate me, but most of the time you wont forget me!&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/4166673491211717719-1939914991206433786?l=jodipetsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jodipetsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1939914991206433786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4166673491211717719&amp;postID=1939914991206433786' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4166673491211717719/posts/default/1939914991206433786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4166673491211717719/posts/default/1939914991206433786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jodipetsblog.blogspot.com/2008/11/choices.html' title='Choices..'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10851881578129924923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JY1ucoTnprg/SQ6W1YsLB3I/AAAAAAAAACU/NPYFrbtk5MU/S220/izacs+8th-halloween+098.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4166673491211717719.post-4752018700736748579</id><published>2008-11-02T21:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T13:03:29.187-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JY1ucoTnprg/SQ6SvkyFb_I/AAAAAAAAACM/HWE8wbhl8EY/s1600-h/izacs+8th-halloween+073.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264306360467943410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JY1ucoTnprg/SQ6SvkyFb_I/AAAAAAAAACM/HWE8wbhl8EY/s320/izacs+8th-halloween+073.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Izac got to wear his costume to school so &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Jake had to wear his all day too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JY1ucoTnprg/SQ6Sk9-1sfI/AAAAAAAAACE/Qzn1YP6HPTo/s1600-h/izacs+8th-halloween+075.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264306178253763058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JY1ucoTnprg/SQ6Sk9-1sfI/AAAAAAAAACE/Qzn1YP6HPTo/s320/izacs+8th-halloween+075.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Cutest little bee ever!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JY1ucoTnprg/SQ6SYCXfZhI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Ds3wPT2qNrQ/s1600-h/izacs+8th-halloween+069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264305956092601874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JY1ucoTnprg/SQ6SYCXfZhI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Ds3wPT2qNrQ/s320/izacs+8th-halloween+069.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;With Brads new position at work he &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;was required to dress up so basically&lt;br /&gt;I had to get up at the butt crack of dawn &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;to do his make-up he worked that day 7am-9pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;This was after all the candy!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JY1ucoTnprg/SQ6SF_6QS4I/AAAAAAAAAB0/eu532dkEajs/s1600-h/izacs+8th-halloween+076.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264305646195460994" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JY1ucoTnprg/SQ6SF_6QS4I/AAAAAAAAAB0/eu532dkEajs/s320/izacs+8th-halloween+076.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;On Halloween me and the boys went to the Provo down town alliance, which is all the businesses on center street clear up university avenue stood outside (for the most part) and handed out candy for all the trick or treaters. Holy Hannah, there were more kids than at a elementary school I was shocked and irritated all at the same time! It was crazy, kid central, pushing there way through the crowds, screaming for candy, but hey the kids liked it so what the hell huh. I on the other hand wanted slightly to slit my wrists but clearly i didn't ha I'm kidding it was just Halloween. Well here are some pics of my cute little shits all dressed up!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4166673491211717719-4752018700736748579?l=jodipetsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jodipetsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4752018700736748579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4166673491211717719&amp;postID=4752018700736748579' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4166673491211717719/posts/default/4752018700736748579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4166673491211717719/posts/default/4752018700736748579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jodipetsblog.blogspot.com/2008/11/halloween.html' title='Halloween'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10851881578129924923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JY1ucoTnprg/SQ6W1YsLB3I/AAAAAAAAACU/NPYFrbtk5MU/S220/izacs+8th-halloween+098.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JY1ucoTnprg/SQ6SvkyFb_I/AAAAAAAAACM/HWE8wbhl8EY/s72-c/izacs+8th-halloween+073.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4166673491211717719.post-1538208462338523618</id><published>2008-10-23T20:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T13:02:58.666-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good weights out the bad?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The good news is.... Brad got a promotion. The bad news is I no longer have a job. WTF you ask? About 6 months ago give or take, me and Brad had asked Bobby the head guy at Carrabbas, if he did become a head manager if it would be an issue if I worked there also. He assured us it was A. ok. Well we find out on tuesday that they have decided otherwise. Brad started his kitchen manager positon on Thursday and I no longer had a job as on 3 pm tuesday. Apparently at another store the proprietor was having his wife work for him paying her seventeen bucks an hour, and she worked a couple hours a week and got paid for fourty. Not only did they do that they had been skimming money from the company. About a truck load throughout the year so of course they got caught, and now no spouses can work there if the other is a manager of any kind, effective immediatly. AWESOME right? Ya not so much. Thanks alot MR. and MRS. A-holes. I love how people can ruin things for others. But ya know its understandable just irrating as hell!! So whats our plan? Thats a very good question I just dont have the answer for it. I am sure that I will have to find a job somewhere, (i dont get that lucky to not have to work) but as for where and when well have to see... I cant worry about that right now I have some other garbage to handle elsewhere. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4166673491211717719-1538208462338523618?l=jodipetsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jodipetsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1538208462338523618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4166673491211717719&amp;postID=1538208462338523618' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4166673491211717719/posts/default/1538208462338523618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4166673491211717719/posts/default/1538208462338523618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jodipetsblog.blogspot.com/2008/10/good-weights-out-bad.html' title='Good weights out the bad?'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10851881578129924923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JY1ucoTnprg/SQ6W1YsLB3I/AAAAAAAAACU/NPYFrbtk5MU/S220/izacs+8th-halloween+098.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4166673491211717719.post-3353644612070200835</id><published>2008-10-11T20:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T13:02:39.077-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pregnancy.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; know seriously 8 people that are pregnant right now! Bridget, Ashleigh, Susan, Jenny, Jamie, Kate, Tara, and well &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; its only 7 I lied. All I can say is......... I THANK GOD EVERY NIGHT WHEN I GO TO BED THAT ITS NOT ME!!I!!!!!HA suckers I cant believe some of them have kids an some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; but none the less i am ever &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;soooooooooo&lt;/span&gt; grateful its not me. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; know how people can have more than three kids. I struggle with the three boys i mean I get asked the most random questions from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Izac&lt;/span&gt; and Jake. For example, we were at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Wal&lt;/span&gt;-mart the other day getting bottles for Anson and Jake says "oh so he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; eat from your boob anymore mom?" Oh hell kid where have you been? No sooner did I answer that question did I get asked by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Izac&lt;/span&gt;, "mom whats a lesbian?" Oh god where did you hear that I ask him? Oh a Trinity (this is the neighbors cousin) An if you know my kids, these questions were not exactly what i would call quiet by any means. So i refuse to answer the lesbian question in the middle of wally world but had to later of course but it went in one ear and out the other. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Izac&lt;/span&gt; tells me on the way home from somewhere the other day so my friend (cant recall the name) says her friends are lesbians. oh huh i say an what is a lesbian &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Izac&lt;/span&gt;? its girls who like each other in a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;weird&lt;/span&gt; way. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; now &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; tell me anything more about that kind of shit cause well your eight and so are your friends a i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; think they know really what there talking about. Have not heard about that since thankfully.&lt;br /&gt;Then there is Jake...... Oh lord he is so just like his dad. He falls out of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Bridgets&lt;/span&gt; truck yesterday an takes his car seat with him and now he has a black eye. Yep looks like we beat him. But he sure makes a point of telling whoever will listen that he fell out of the truck. He is just turning in to quit the smart ass, I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;constantly&lt;/span&gt; have to keep on him so he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; turn into the child people want there kids as far away from as possible.&lt;br /&gt;My point is.... who the hell wants more than three kids, I have a hard time with my 2 so far that talk anyways. Anson is a great baby. Thankfully since the pregnancy was absolutely horrible. I am not quite sure what &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; in for with three but i will soon find out the two already drive me batty!! But I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;wouldn't&lt;/span&gt; trade them for anything well maybe a drink once in a while ha Just kidding. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4166673491211717719-3353644612070200835?l=jodipetsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jodipetsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3353644612070200835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4166673491211717719&amp;postID=3353644612070200835' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4166673491211717719/posts/default/3353644612070200835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4166673491211717719/posts/default/3353644612070200835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jodipetsblog.blogspot.com/2008/10/pregnancy.html' title='Pregnancy.....'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10851881578129924923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JY1ucoTnprg/SQ6W1YsLB3I/AAAAAAAAACU/NPYFrbtk5MU/S220/izacs+8th-halloween+098.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4166673491211717719.post-5123255636714636289</id><published>2008-09-23T20:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T13:02:04.251-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What A Nerd!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Today Brad decided to go to that new Sunflower &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;market&lt;/span&gt; right there next to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ol&lt;/span&gt;' &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Sconecutter&lt;/span&gt;. I will tell you he was like a kid in a candy store! He picked me up from work an was going on and on about how great it was, "I mean babe (he tells me) they have all these fresh &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;vegetables&lt;/span&gt;, meats I mean I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; even know where to start It was so exciting!" "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; going to make chicken stock &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; so excited I cant even stand it." We went back after I was done working so he could "show" me how great it was. He found a potted plant that had rosemary, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;thyme&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;oregano&lt;/span&gt;. He was holding it like it was his baby. If you know Brad, you know his LOVE for cooking. He talks about all kinds of cooking ideas an when he gets going he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; stop. I on the other hand HATE cooking I try to be excited but really I just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; care I just get &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;excited&lt;/span&gt; to eat it! The greatest thing I thought about the sunflower market was there wide variety of bulk candy, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;omg&lt;/span&gt; anything you can imagine is chocolate covered goodness!! This is why my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;assets&lt;/span&gt; are huge I cant stop eating candy ever! I sure there will be some dinner invites with brads new creations. Jared will &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;probably&lt;/span&gt; be the one he calls to talk about it, prepare yourself Jared, you too Mindy cause Brad will keep him on the phone for at least a hour ha good luck better him than me! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Don't&lt;/span&gt; tell him that ha. Hes such a nerd but I love him for that!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4166673491211717719-5123255636714636289?l=jodipetsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jodipetsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5123255636714636289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4166673491211717719&amp;postID=5123255636714636289' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4166673491211717719/posts/default/5123255636714636289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4166673491211717719/posts/default/5123255636714636289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jodipetsblog.blogspot.com/2008/09/what-nerd.html' title='What A Nerd!'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10851881578129924923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JY1ucoTnprg/SQ6W1YsLB3I/AAAAAAAAACU/NPYFrbtk5MU/S220/izacs+8th-halloween+098.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4166673491211717719.post-5196676728688904981</id><published>2008-09-19T21:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T13:01:48.505-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; haven't written in a while cause well, I'm not that exciting ha. So were down to one car as everyone know thanks to some granny, when Brad works which is 13 hours i get to stay home and clean or some other slightly productive project. Izac is doing great in school, he FINALLY has one of his front teeth in but missing teeth everywhere, his other front tooth is still just hanging out under his fat gums. Jake is oh lord hes a nightmare. Anson is a super baby! cutest happiest baby unless hes hungry of course but sleeps like a champ! I am working 3 days a week, I recently started going to a christian church with Bev my neighbor which is great. Brad of course is not he doesn't like "organized religion" he says but whatever. My friend Jen is getting married an I'm going to be in the wedding so I had the unfortunate luck to take my kids to the mall yesterday. Big fat mistake that was, Anson was just hanging out in the stroller, Jake was screaming through every store, knocking things off the shelves, and hiding in the middle of clothes racks, Izac was dancing in every store with music, jumping from block to block on the main mall walk ways, looking down of course he probably ran into fifty people. I had to force Jake to hold my hand so he didn't run off, an he was also looking at the floor an he ran right into a pole face first haha luckily it was padded so he didn't get injured but i will tell you what i could have peed my pants on the spot it was so funny! i thought well ha that's what you get for not listening but that didn't stop him. Never again will i do that shit. I must have had a mental block to think that was a good idea. Gees some people kids!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4166673491211717719-5196676728688904981?l=jodipetsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jodipetsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5196676728688904981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4166673491211717719&amp;postID=5196676728688904981' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4166673491211717719/posts/default/5196676728688904981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4166673491211717719/posts/default/5196676728688904981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jodipetsblog.blogspot.com/2008/09/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10851881578129924923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JY1ucoTnprg/SQ6W1YsLB3I/AAAAAAAAACU/NPYFrbtk5MU/S220/izacs+8th-halloween+098.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4166673491211717719.post-5993738072485555376</id><published>2008-08-28T21:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T13:01:30.736-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its official.........</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;well its &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;official&lt;/span&gt; the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;durango&lt;/span&gt; is totalled!! Of course it is I said to myself, otherwise life might be going my way. So now we get to finishing paying on yet another thing that is totalled. (my 4 wheeler in case you missed that note, ya my brother is a asshole) We got a super sweet rental but only until Tuesday, apparently the insurance company thinks were made of money and can run right out an purchase a new vehicle. Well hey I guess I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; have to be to butt hurt over my four wheeler since I have nothing to tow the trailer it would go on. These insurance companies in case you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; know are worthless. They have so many loop holes its not even funny. I bet I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;couldn't&lt;/span&gt; find a loop hole if I went down there with a gun. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; kidding sort of. I really just hate the way things are going for us right now. So I finally get Anson over his cold, now Jake an I have it. I cant breathe to save my life. Life is like a box of chocolates huh well I know exactly what &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; gonna get........ NOTHING! Were down to one unregistered car so when we are working the other one is stranded with the kids. Fan-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;f'in&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;tastic&lt;/span&gt;. I have decided that we have to get dealt a shitty hand for the good one to come along. I just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; realize it would be years of shitty hands... Life goes on, whether you like it or not!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4166673491211717719-5993738072485555376?l=jodipetsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jodipetsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5993738072485555376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4166673491211717719&amp;postID=5993738072485555376' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4166673491211717719/posts/default/5993738072485555376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4166673491211717719/posts/default/5993738072485555376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jodipetsblog.blogspot.com/2008/08/its-official.html' title='Its official.........'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10851881578129924923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JY1ucoTnprg/SQ6W1YsLB3I/AAAAAAAAACU/NPYFrbtk5MU/S220/izacs+8th-halloween+098.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4166673491211717719.post-63220334273491439</id><published>2008-08-21T08:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T13:01:12.443-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JY1ucoTnprg/SLAgh8uSUoI/AAAAAAAAABY/PC0LhAmiMHg/s1600-h/brads+fam+08+146.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237722134239924866" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JY1ucoTnprg/SLAgh8uSUoI/AAAAAAAAABY/PC0LhAmiMHg/s320/brads+fam+08+146.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;This is where the old bag hit him. The other one is from the light pole he was forced to hit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JY1ucoTnprg/SLAgULd2KkI/AAAAAAAAABQ/DuH8hALdCzU/s1600-h/brads+fam+08+141.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237721897679333954" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JY1ucoTnprg/SLAgULd2KkI/AAAAAAAAABQ/DuH8hALdCzU/s320/brads+fam+08+141.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Ever have a day the you were pretty sure couldn't worse? We have financial problem first of all, huge ones, then on top of that Anson is sick which meant I cant sleep, I'm too worried about him as hes sneezes every minute, coughing and gaging, snorting cause his nose is all snotty. Here comes the WORST part of the day, Brad is driving to work yesterday minding his own business smoking an having coffee the normal morning ritual. Out of no where her comes 88 year old granny coming head on into brad, he swerves to miss her and ends up jumping the curb an hitting a light pole oh an lets not forget that granny still hits his driver side door. He gets out an asks granny if she is OK and of course she is, then he realizes hes not so good himself. He ends up being taken on a stretcher in a ambulance to the hospital for tests. Hes OK so calm down people. He just injured his back and neck (sure he got whiplash) and a few other things hurt. Thank god for that! But now here's the best part- The durango is most likely totalled! WTF now if that is the case were screwed! We are upside down in it which means the insurance company will only give us how much its worth. Awesome why the hell do I have insurance I am asking myself, so were still going to have a car payment on something we no longer have, I am so bent out of shape I could just shoot the insurance people! They also wont give us a rental car till at least Monday, Oh its OK we have nothing to do any how we love being stranded, OK well were not actually we have the car but the registration is expired. That all we need is a damn ticket. The insurance company has to make sure there liable for the accident, both Brad and Granny have the same company. What the hell is an 88 year old lady doing driving a car for hells sake? There should be a test that old people have to take to make sure they can function properly. That bitch drove away in her car ours had to be towed! Well that's the end of my hellaious day Piss and moan piss and moan. Sure makes me feel better!! Here's some pics of the durango also. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4166673491211717719-63220334273491439?l=jodipetsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jodipetsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/63220334273491439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4166673491211717719&amp;postID=63220334273491439' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4166673491211717719/posts/default/63220334273491439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4166673491211717719/posts/default/63220334273491439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jodipetsblog.blogspot.com/2008/08/what-day.html' title='What a day!'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10851881578129924923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JY1ucoTnprg/SQ6W1YsLB3I/AAAAAAAAACU/NPYFrbtk5MU/S220/izacs+8th-halloween+098.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JY1ucoTnprg/SLAgh8uSUoI/AAAAAAAAABY/PC0LhAmiMHg/s72-c/brads+fam+08+146.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4166673491211717719.post-1801580107229151949</id><published>2008-08-13T10:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T13:00:40.808-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Being useful</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"&gt;Ah good gravy people I'm tired!! Today I thought I would be useful an weed what is supposed to be a flower bed minus the flowers. I am old I decided, I was weeding an I pulled something funky in my back and almost couldn't stand up. How pathetic I thought so I just sat there an of course some chic comes running by in little shorts and a sports bra, she was cute I will give her that. I thought AH what a bitch, look at her, god I hate her! People like that make us chubby chics look an feel even worse. She should be shot! OK I wouldn't really shoot her but It was a nice thought. She clearly doesn't have kids. Well if she does I bet she didn't gain a hundred pounds like myself. 45 pounds I lost since having Anson, do you think I noticed? Hell no for hell sake pregnancy in my family is Fatty central! We all gain truckloads of weight. If you think that makes me feel better about my giant assets your dead wrong. Sometimes life dishes me a crappy plate full of tasty stuff that makes my ass stay the same size! Lucky for me I am done having kids so maybe by Ansons first birthday I wont look like two ton tilly!! That's the goal.... I guess. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4166673491211717719-1801580107229151949?l=jodipetsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jodipetsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1801580107229151949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4166673491211717719&amp;postID=1801580107229151949' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4166673491211717719/posts/default/1801580107229151949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4166673491211717719/posts/default/1801580107229151949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jodipetsblog.blogspot.com/2008/08/being-useful.html' title='Being useful'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10851881578129924923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JY1ucoTnprg/SQ6W1YsLB3I/AAAAAAAAACU/NPYFrbtk5MU/S220/izacs+8th-halloween+098.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4166673491211717719.post-1531180009975010918</id><published>2008-08-10T21:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T13:00:23.959-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Your thoughts..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;am curious who is viewing my blog.... Lets have some feedback people. I want to know what you think. Do I swear to much (although that probally wont change f.y.i.) are you offended? (that sucks if so you will live, stop reading dah) leave me a comment if you would please and prehaps I will respond (im sure I will what else do I have to do) thanks :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4166673491211717719-1531180009975010918?l=jodipetsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jodipetsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1531180009975010918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4166673491211717719&amp;postID=1531180009975010918' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4166673491211717719/posts/default/1531180009975010918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4166673491211717719/posts/default/1531180009975010918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jodipetsblog.blogspot.com/2008/08/your-opion.html' title='Your thoughts..'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10851881578129924923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JY1ucoTnprg/SQ6W1YsLB3I/AAAAAAAAACU/NPYFrbtk5MU/S220/izacs+8th-halloween+098.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4166673491211717719.post-8825679267823757878</id><published>2008-08-10T17:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T12:59:49.922-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TV</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Yesterday I was doing my daily checking of my bank account. So Im checking things off that had cleared an I noticed there is $641.70 taken out of the account. Instantly I was PISSED. I was at my moms house an I start screaming "what the fuck is this?" At this point I was so irrate I could not think cleary, I was shaking I was soooo pissed. Im thinking "sucks for whoever ends up talking to me, Im gonna rip someones ass a new one!" I call and of course there nice to me at first. "what can we help you with Mrs. Petersen?" " Um ya I want to know why you guys took out 641.70 from my account without my authorization?" Blah blah blah she says. Those assholes thats it im putting a stop payment on that shit ha. There not getting a damn dime from us no way in hell. I cant believe they can do that legally. She claimed it was in the contract, ya lady well see. Im gonna request a copy of my contract (this time I should probally read it) You know when you do your bills you figure how much you got paid an who you can pay, and who gets screwed that month. I didnt account for that of course. Funny thing about it, I had just talked to them the day before an they said nothing about it. NEVER again will I not read a contract. WOW GENIS maybe if they werent so damn many pages, you know they do that on purpose thats how they make there money. well heres a news flash for them they can kiss it, there not recieving a dime from these petersens!! ASSHOLES........ I hate people!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4166673491211717719-8825679267823757878?l=jodipetsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jodipetsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8825679267823757878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4166673491211717719&amp;postID=8825679267823757878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4166673491211717719/posts/default/8825679267823757878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4166673491211717719/posts/default/8825679267823757878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jodipetsblog.blogspot.com/2008/08/tv.html' title='TV'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10851881578129924923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JY1ucoTnprg/SQ6W1YsLB3I/AAAAAAAAACU/NPYFrbtk5MU/S220/izacs+8th-halloween+098.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4166673491211717719.post-6866272091373118291</id><published>2008-08-08T17:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T12:59:28.927-08:00</updated><title type='text'>School Shopping</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today I took my 3 boys to the store to by Izac some school clothes. HA what a chore that was! Ive got Anson in the cart (which is where jake used to sit) Jake walking blindly through the store running into everything that didnt move itself, an Izac saying every 3 steps "ew mom look at this, I want that." I swear kids think your made of money. Izac HATES shopping for clothes he gets so pissed when he has to try stuff on. I got everything at shopko because they have this fantastic policy of, if the clothes wear out before your kid grows out of them they will replace them with the same size for free. HELL yes!!! Those people better prepare themselves cause Izac goes through pants in like 2 weeks I shit you not. Im going to be on a first name basis with those employees. Not to mention I have 3 boys so you better believe that even if they dont fit Izac anymore Im gonna take them back an have Jake wear them an then Anson. At this rate I may only have to spend next to nothing for Jake an Ansons wardrobe. What a policy! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I find out TODAY that Izac is starting school on the 18th, no thanks to the school. I had to call the school district. WTF is thats 10 days from now an I have not recieved shit in the mail. The lady tells me, well you should be getting it anyday now, oh an by the way back to school night is next week on thursday. Oh gee thanks for the heads up lady I have nothing going on here. (bitch) I can not believe there so unorganized!! For the most part people just really piss me off. Then she acted all pissy with me for asking. Im guessing she has gotten alot of those calls since they all have there heads up there asses. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Were nearing the end of summer!! HELL yes sanity is so close I can almost feel it. One kid less for Jake to argue with. He is so great when Izac is at school. Then Izac gets home an its like I have unleashed a monster. The house is quiet all day an then 5 o'clock hits and all hell has broken loose. So if you walk by my house around then prepare yourself to hear some harsh words and someone screaming, I cant say who it will be. But you better expect to hear it..... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4166673491211717719-6866272091373118291?l=jodipetsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jodipetsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6866272091373118291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4166673491211717719&amp;postID=6866272091373118291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4166673491211717719/posts/default/6866272091373118291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4166673491211717719/posts/default/6866272091373118291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jodipetsblog.blogspot.com/2008/08/school-shopping.html' title='School Shopping'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10851881578129924923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JY1ucoTnprg/SQ6W1YsLB3I/AAAAAAAAACU/NPYFrbtk5MU/S220/izacs+8th-halloween+098.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4166673491211717719.post-3947691065143132993</id><published>2008-08-06T17:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T12:58:57.648-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You know your married when.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I was thinking today about all the stuff I used to do before I was married. Its sad actually how many things you dont do just cause well, you dont have to. I have already got my man hes not going any where. I mean why would he? He has clean clothes, (no thanks to him) 3 cute boys, a clean house (its no longer a orangized shit hole, I cleaned for 5 hours today!) an food in the fridge ( he has to cook it of course, I dont do that) an he gets laid when ever he wants.( well... for the most part) So I have made a list, of things that change when women get married. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;1. All those cute undies you used to wear got replaced with fugly comfy ones, for one of two reasons if not both&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;a. they dont even come close to fitting you ever expanding waist band not to mention your ass. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;b. whats the point? guys dont look at them anyway, besides that they all end up on the floor no matter how fugly or cute they are. Why waste the cash.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;2. Your mother-in-law now wants to talk to you instead of your husband, but she says to tell him hi, and she loves him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt; Even after watchin you give birth you husband still want to have sex with you, (after of course a long awaited 6 weeks ) ya well he better if he knows whats good for him, all the hellaious pain of that shit hes gotta do something in return!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;4. You used to do your hair and makeup daily, (always thinking, theres no way in hell he would want anything to do with you after seeing you first thing in the morning) but then you realize hes getting laid, he probally didnt even notice the work you put into yourself. Ah what a waste!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;5. Your expanding ASS. WTF is this? how unfair to be a woman sometimes!! I think at this point, my ass size has changed at least 5 times. Child birth! Ah screw those people who leave the hospital in there pre-pregnancy jeans. Heres a news flash your not normal!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;6.Your wardrobe. You used to always get dressed in the morning, now hes lucky if he goes to work and comes home if you combed your hair, changed you clothes HA no thanks I didnt have to go anywhere today, I have better shit to do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;7. You realize your cute sweet boyfriend is really a messy, farting, smelly shoes guy! But you love him dispite it, you just hope if you friends stay over the scent doesnt keep them from having a good time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;8. The highlight of your weekend is getting all the laundry done, which was all over every bedroom floor right NEXT to the laundry basket mind you. But hey they tried to aim right? Maybe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;9. You put the toilet seat down more times in a day than you sit on it. How hard is it? For hells sake drop it before you flush! I bet they would if they fell in some 50 times in the middle of the night.(Assholes)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;10. You dont even waste your time shaving your legs, you figure hey why by a razor either way your getting some! Ha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4166673491211717719-3947691065143132993?l=jodipetsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jodipetsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3947691065143132993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4166673491211717719&amp;postID=3947691065143132993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4166673491211717719/posts/default/3947691065143132993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4166673491211717719/posts/default/3947691065143132993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jodipetsblog.blogspot.com/2008/08/you-know-your-married-when.html' title='You know your married when.....'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10851881578129924923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JY1ucoTnprg/SQ6W1YsLB3I/AAAAAAAAACU/NPYFrbtk5MU/S220/izacs+8th-halloween+098.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4166673491211717719.post-3490499828996116532</id><published>2008-08-05T09:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T12:58:35.986-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Talent</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#000000;"&gt;I am surrounded by talented people in my family. My immediate family an my in laws. Its just crazy. It got me pondering "whats my talent". Is cleaning a talent? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;That's&lt;/span&gt; pretty much the only thing I am good at. Well actually there is a few other things, but I wont go there. So I decided I am going to develop a talent. Is that possible? Do people &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;develop&lt;/span&gt; talents or are they born with them? I guess I will find out. I plan to have a free talent!! I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; have money growing off any of my trees to start something &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;spendy&lt;/span&gt;. I will tell you what I can clean like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;nobodies&lt;/span&gt; business!! Maybe I will stick to that, this talent thing sounds like to much work to me.. Ya I was just thinking out loud. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4166673491211717719-3490499828996116532?l=jodipetsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jodipetsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3490499828996116532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4166673491211717719&amp;postID=3490499828996116532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4166673491211717719/posts/default/3490499828996116532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4166673491211717719/posts/default/3490499828996116532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jodipetsblog.blogspot.com/2008/08/talent.html' title='Talent'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10851881578129924923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JY1ucoTnprg/SQ6W1YsLB3I/AAAAAAAAACU/NPYFrbtk5MU/S220/izacs+8th-halloween+098.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4166673491211717719.post-376894139883349400</id><published>2008-08-05T08:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T12:58:12.281-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bills........</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;This is something that happens to me almost daily. Damn bill collectors they really piss me off. Here is a conversation I had with one lady.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Me- Hello&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Damn Lady- May I speak with Jodi Petersen?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Me- (first thought, SHIT its a bill collector) Ya, speaking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Damn Lady- Im calling on behalf of (some f'in company)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Me- Yep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Damn lady- your account is (so many days)deliquent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Me- huh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Damn lady- Is it possible for you to get that account current today Mrs. Petersen?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Me- Ah ya Nope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Damn lady- when do you think you will pay it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;First of all are you fucken kidding me? No shit its deliquent, if i would have had the money I would have paid it! Why do these people waste my time? I mean do they think I am stupid? I can read. I get my mail everyday actually. I open everything and just throw it on my computer desk, HA. In my house we buy our kids food before we pay bills. We have 3 kids to feed. I am not trying to hose any one of these rich assholes, its just that I have to do other shit with my funds. I figure when I get money they will be the first to know cause I will pay them.. Im not saying I dont pay my bills but some shit comes first. So as far as I am concerned they can kiss my ass!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Me- well, when I get paid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Damn Lady- when is that mam?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Me- look i will send my payment when I get the money&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Damn lady- we need to........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;At this point I stopped listening due to lack of interest, so I figure I will just hang up! HAHAHA well I think shit Im gonna remember that number. What a pain in the ass, she wasted like 15 minutes of my time that I could have been cleaning or something. &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/4166673491211717719-376894139883349400?l=jodipetsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jodipetsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/376894139883349400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4166673491211717719&amp;postID=376894139883349400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4166673491211717719/posts/default/376894139883349400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4166673491211717719/posts/default/376894139883349400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jodipetsblog.blogspot.com/2008/08/bills.html' title='Bills........'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10851881578129924923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JY1ucoTnprg/SQ6W1YsLB3I/AAAAAAAAACU/NPYFrbtk5MU/S220/izacs+8th-halloween+098.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4166673491211717719.post-7618400585665945299</id><published>2008-08-04T09:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T12:57:13.582-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CHANGES....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;So I just added a new edition to my family about 2 months ago, my 3rd son Anson. Ever since he came home from the hospital everything has been pure chaos. I cant get anywhere on time to save my life, not to mention I end up coming back in the house at least twice because I have forgotten stuff. Every time we leave I make the mistake of thinking "ok here we go holy shit were making good time, we just might make it there on time." Well thats always wishful thinking, right after my thought is still lingering, Anson of course has a shitty diaper, Jake has to pee, Izac forgot his damn pokemon cards which of course he cant even function without. Then my next thought is " well that f'igures" Why do I even attempt you ask? Well probally because i realize I live in an organized shit hole!! I look around and see just clutter everywhere, my fantastic husband is a F'in slob. Of course he is, he is a man. Why in the world would he pick up his shit laying around? He wouldnt be able to find it if he did that which is why when i pick it up he says" babe where did my whatever it is go?" men are so blind!! if its not right in front of there face its no where to be found. I have this issue everyday with 4 boys in the house. Tomorrow will be easier i think....... well i hope. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4166673491211717719-7618400585665945299?l=jodipetsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jodipetsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7618400585665945299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4166673491211717719&amp;postID=7618400585665945299' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4166673491211717719/posts/default/7618400585665945299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4166673491211717719/posts/default/7618400585665945299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jodipetsblog.blogspot.com/2008/08/changes.html' title='CHANGES....'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10851881578129924923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JY1ucoTnprg/SQ6W1YsLB3I/AAAAAAAAACU/NPYFrbtk5MU/S220/izacs+8th-halloween+098.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
