<?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-8588501624699924859</id><updated>2012-02-16T02:22:51.229-05:00</updated><category term='paperwork'/><category term='lightfoots'/><category term='christine'/><category term='high hoe'/><category term='tornato'/><category term='babysitters'/><category term='outside'/><category term='movies'/><category term='hot tub'/><category term='books'/><category term='police car'/><category term='death'/><category term='grandkids'/><category term='shopping'/><category term='floor'/><category term='Sydney'/><category term='boys'/><category term='cookbook'/><category term='aunt leona'/><category term='boat'/><category term='measure'/><category term='skating rink'/><category term='service'/><category term='kittens'/><category term='Keaton'/><category term='easter'/><category term='king'/><category term='check up'/><category term='church camp'/><category term='literacy nite'/><category term='grade 2'/><category term='grandparents'/><category term='Doug&apos;s fountain'/><category term='bowling'/><category term='email'/><category term='roof'/><category term='jesse'/><category term='kite'/><category term='loader'/><category term='work'/><category term='kids'/><category term='engagement'/><category term='salvation'/><category term='facebook'/><category term='chucky cheese'/><category term='reading'/><category term='amanda'/><category term='yardsale'/><category term='motorcycle'/><category term='date night'/><category term='zwicks park'/><category term='bailey'/><category term='stirling'/><category term='Shaun'/><category term='Ethel'/><category term='weigh in'/><category term='nanny'/><category term='bake sale'/><category term='summer holidays'/><category term='playing'/><category term='diet'/><category term='sleeping'/><category term='rain'/><category term='birthday lunch'/><category term='crystals'/><category term='fire'/><category term='church'/><category term='anniversary'/><category term='neighbours'/><category term='swimming'/><category term='view'/><category term='cement'/><category term='march break'/><category term='mp3'/><category term='Ms. Koekman'/><category term='sick'/><category term='Montana&apos;s'/><category term='drive in'/><category term='wonderland'/><category term='van'/><category term='all nighter'/><category term='animals'/><category term='toboggoning'/><category term='passed'/><category term='uncle Ed'/><category term='swings'/><category term='webbing'/><category term='great grandma'/><category term='bus buddy'/><category term='monster trucks'/><category term='thank you'/><category term='sleep'/><category term='mike/tina'/><category term='zoo'/><category term='Sister'/><category term='karate'/><category term='Rib fest'/><category term='basement'/><category term='Angie'/><category term='presents'/><category term='funfair'/><category term='report card'/><category term='trailer'/><category term='father&apos;s day'/><category term='orange belt'/><category term='cake'/><category term='paper'/><category term='Cathy wedding'/><category term='tracy'/><category term='muffins'/><category term='Leslie lightfoot photgraphy'/><category term='shave'/><category term='supper'/><category term='cookies'/><category term='tornato.Fishing'/><category term='motorhome'/><category term='comp crsh'/><category term='gasline'/><category term='todd'/><category term='coburg beach'/><category term='baby loader'/><category term='canadian tire'/><category term='deck'/><category term='dedication'/><category term='Mark'/><category term='kitchen'/><category term='Tyson'/><category term='dump truck'/><category term='grandma martin'/><category term='scrapbooking'/><category term='ribfest'/><category term='kiddie commando'/><category term='smiles'/><category term='trenton waterpark'/><category term='wood'/><category term='mini golf'/><category term='fire truck'/><category term='yuk food'/><category term='dentist'/><category term='recycling plant'/><category term='underwear.'/><category term='park'/><category term='parade'/><category term='tubes'/><category term='Auntie  Uncles house'/><category term='plans'/><category term='266'/><category term='empty lot'/><category term='trisha sullivan'/><category term='graduation'/><category term='ear infection'/><category term='tagged'/><category term='tractor'/><category term='gift'/><category term='tyson birthday'/><category term='field trip'/><category term='burgerking'/><category term='fair'/><category term='library'/><category term='bike'/><category term='test'/><category term='pool'/><category term='jello'/><category term='zoomobile'/><category term='chocolate'/><category term='four wheeling'/><category term='walls'/><category term='teacher'/><category term='spring'/><category term='family'/><category term='repair'/><category term='macdonalds'/><category term='dirtbike'/><category term='decor'/><category term='dirty'/><category term='Costco'/><category term='excitement'/><category term='exercise'/><category term='walking'/><category term='goodfellows'/><category term='fireworks'/><category term='ice cream'/><category term='travis'/><category term='Daddy'/><category term='plumber'/><category term='thomas'/><category term='dream'/><category term='school'/><category term='Karen'/><category term='rides'/><category term='kingston'/><category term='pirate ship park'/><category term='Strawberries'/><category term='DorAnn'/><category term='book fair'/><category term='busy day'/><category term='water park'/><category term='big kids'/><category term='scrap booking'/><category term='hunting'/><category term='ramada'/><category term='backfill'/><category term='sugar'/><category term='air base'/><category term='fun'/><category term='slide'/><category term='flowers'/><category term='reids dairy'/><category term='bathroom'/><category term='winnipeg'/><category term='renee'/><category term='fluff'/><category term='lauryn'/><category term='hydro'/><category term='bbq'/><category term='Mother&apos;s day'/><category term='beams'/><category term='workout'/><category term='repect'/><category term='sleep over'/><category term='electrician'/><category term='keauden'/><category term='nick'/><category term='Home Depot'/><category term='conference'/><category term='museum'/><category term='christmas lights'/><category term='air conditioner'/><category term='Denny&apos;s'/><category term='toys r us'/><category term='soccor'/><category term='wiegh'/><category term='clothes'/><category term='Sharbot lake'/><category term='certficate'/><category term='forms'/><category term='windows'/><category term='layouts'/><category term='shawn+les'/><category term='housecontract'/><category term='friends'/><category term='pants'/><category term='baptism'/><category term='boat races'/><category term='nights'/><category term='grandparents house'/><category term='city of belleville'/><category term='birthday'/><category term='new header'/><category term='vacation'/><category term='cottage'/><category term='Dalton'/><category term='crocks'/><category term='cupcakes'/><category term='haircut'/><category term='zztop'/><category term='poppa'/><category term='party'/><category term='permits'/><category term='good friday'/><category term='weekend'/><category term='valentines day'/><category term='walle'/><category term='victoria day'/><category term='etest'/><category term='canada day'/><category term='waterfront'/><category term='golf cart'/><category term='steaks'/><category term='clinic'/><category term='suckers'/><category term='siren'/><category term='permit'/><category term='kinsman'/><category term='night lights'/><category term='house'/><category term='fishing'/><category term='brighton'/><category term='duck'/><category term='godparents'/><category term='potty training'/><category term='visitors'/><category term='johnathan'/><category term='christmas tree'/><category term='Scott'/><category term='money'/><title type='text'>The Martin's never a dull moment</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8588501624699924859/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8588501624699924859/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15010761948544697815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/SwHcJ56951I/AAAAAAAACEY/OBC-2cQ6I0g/S220/fat+gal+001.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>353</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8588501624699924859.post-5809404069026650617</id><published>2011-01-08T09:55:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-20T10:49:55.785-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;First off. Wondering where I have been??&lt;div&gt;  &lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia','serif'; mso-bidi-font-family: Georgia; mso-ansi-language: EN" lang="EN"&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia','serif'; mso-bidi-font-family: Georgia; mso-ansi-language: EN" lang="EN"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia','serif'; mso-bidi-font-family: Georgia; mso-ansi-language: EN" lang="EN"&gt;How has everyone been enjoying your new year so far? I have enjoyed the  holidays, even though I worked the entire holiday. It is my job, I chose it. I  knew that when I started this career that it involved working holidays. My  family also knew &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;at.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia','serif'; mso-bidi-font-family: Georgia; mso-ansi-language: EN" lang="EN"&gt;It was my year to host Christmas and of course I also had to work. Thank  goodness for my Mother in law. She got everything ready while I was at work. We  had a house full which made for an enjoyable Christmas. There were 14 of us in  all.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia','serif'; mso-bidi-font-family: Georgia; mso-ansi-language: EN" lang="EN"&gt;The kids had a ball. The got enough (some would say too much) stuff but  I think it was the first year that they have actually played with everything  that they got. They got things that they wanted so I think that, that made a big  difference. Things on their list that were big hits were, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;DSI&lt;/span&gt; for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Ty&lt;/span&gt; and  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;imaginext&lt;/span&gt;. Dalton's big thing was his remote control helicopter, and a couple  new video games. Both of them got the stampede &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Nerf&lt;/span&gt; gun so all I have been doing  is picking up darts. Here area few pictures of Christmas morning, before everyone arrived.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/TThU54P7D-I/AAAAAAAACU0/Ga-oB9XUeMA/s400/christmas%2B2010%2B023.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564290692944695266" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/TThVVe0bStI/AAAAAAAACU8/yMNjDU0WwLw/s400/christmas%2B2010%2B017.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564291167154817746" /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia','serif'; mso-bidi-font-family: Georgia; mso-ansi-language: EN" lang="EN"&gt;We had real fun wi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia','serif'; mso-bidi-font-family: Georgia; mso-ansi-language: EN" lang="EN"&gt;th Dalton t&lt;/span&gt;his year. He has been looking so forward to  going downhill skiing this year. There are usually two school trips in January.  One is around $30 the other is around $65. I told him that we would pay for the  cheaper one and that if he wanted to go on the second trip he would have to pay  for the second. So he has been saving his money to go. Even though he was  finding things that he could have better spent his money on so he thought. But  he didn't, he saved it.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia','serif'; mso-bidi-font-family: Georgia; mso-ansi-language: EN" lang="EN"&gt;On the last day of scho&lt;/span&gt;ol before the holidays, I called the teacher in  charge of the school trips and arranged to have Dalton's big ski trip paid for.  It would be one of his Christmas gifts. So she made up a big gift certificate  for him and it was to be brought home to me. He always brings important stuff  home from school. Guess what. This time he forgets. The one and only time.  Figures right? Lucky for us the janitor was in the school so I could get it out  of his desk. So Idecided after that I was going to have a little fun with  him.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia','serif'; mso-bidi-font-family: Georgia; mso-ansi-language: EN" lang="EN"&gt;I wrapped it up three times. Firs&lt;/span&gt;t, in a small cereal box. Then a Kraft  dinner box. Then a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;nutragrain&lt;/span&gt; box. Finishing off with a pizza box. The outside  box was labeled "Dalton's coolest Christmas present". After he took off the  first wrapper, he had instructions that he had to follow. I will try to attach  the video if I can. ( success I think) We were more amused than I think he was, but at the same  time he was thrilled to death. So now you can get some amusement too.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-c535c3a3692c98d8" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v12.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dc535c3a3692c98d8%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331757237%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6A3510643EE2131D3AC74683D48727CA6CF3789E.3A54A6D954101D940E1D9A35E1ED4BEE0ADEE68%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc535c3a3692c98d8%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DeU3LHm0B27lr6trN4Jgaa0dyVVE&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v12.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dc535c3a3692c98d8%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331757237%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6A3510643EE2131D3AC74683D48727CA6CF3789E.3A54A6D954101D940E1D9A35E1ED4BEE0ADEE68%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc535c3a3692c98d8%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DeU3LHm0B27lr6trN4Jgaa0dyVVE&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia','serif'; mso-bidi-font-family: Georgia; mso-ansi-language: EN" lang="EN"&gt;I think we all ate too much, snacked too much and didn't get enough  exercise. The kids spent a lot of time outside in the garage with their Dad.  Riding &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;skidoo's&lt;/span&gt; in the earlier part of the holidays. Now all the snow is long  gone with our high temperatures and rainy weather.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia','serif'; mso-bidi-font-family: Georgia; mso-ansi-language: EN" lang="EN"&gt;Our New Year started out with a bang and a scream. Literally. We had  company for the evening, friends, played cards, had a drink, some snacks and  some laughs. Good time had by all I think. We headed to bed around 1:30am. Then  around 3am. I heard a bone shrilling scream. I jump up to find Dalton standing  in his room crying and bleeding everywhere. He had fallen and cut himself quite  badly on a remote control &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;skidoo&lt;/span&gt;. I quickly rushed him to the bathroom found him  a rag and saw how bad the cut was. It was about 3 1/2 inches wide and flesh was  hanging out. Quite a nasty cut actually. So we cleaned it up, got a tight sock  and bandaged it up. He cried and tried to be tough, but he is only 10 and it was  a dandy.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia','serif'; mso-bidi-font-family: Georgia; mso-ansi-language: EN" lang="EN"&gt;I cleaned up the blood on the carpet. Quickly. Got him out t&lt;/span&gt;o the van  and to the hospital. We waited from 3:30am until 5:50am. Then they came and  stitched him up. Ten stitches in all. It amazed me how long it takes when no one  came in or out from the time we got there till the time we got called in yet it  still took 2 3/4 hours to be seen. New Year's Day was a write off. Dalton and I  laid around all day napping. Pretty isn't it??&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/TThY7PYDuPI/AAAAAAAACVE/FDn4xIDo28c/s400/022.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564295114379213042" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt; &lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia','serif'; mso-bidi-font-family: Georgia; mso-ansi-language: EN" lang="EN"&gt;So now that we have all gained 5 or so pounds from the holidays, it is  time &lt;/span&gt;to get back at it. I got a new elliptical. New to me that is. So I am  excited to get at it. I have to figure out a way to find the time again for  myself with working, being a wife and mother, kids’ activities and actually  getting time to fit it in with some sleep. I am determined to get it done and to  be down at least another 40 pounds by the end of the summer. I haven't got "big"  goals but I feel that they are actually realistic. That is an average of 5  pounds a month. If it is more that is good but if I make the 5 a month I am  thrilled. If I continue to be realistic than I will be successful and not beat  myself up about it.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia','serif'; mso-bidi-font-family: Georgia; mso-ansi-language: EN" lang="EN"&gt;Do you believe in making resolutions? I don't. I figure if you want to  do something you shouldn't have to wait for a new year to do it. Promises that  you make to others are important however, it seems that promises we make to  ourselves aren't so important. With that said....&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia','serif'; mso-bidi-font-family: Georgia; mso-ansi-language: EN" lang="EN"&gt;I will make the best of this healthiness journey in 2011. Not a promise.  Not a resolution. A statement to my family. A lifestyle for my family. An  investment for my family.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia','serif'; mso-bidi-font-family: Georgia; mso-ansi-language: EN" lang="EN"&gt;How will you start out your 2011? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia','serif'; mso-bidi-font-family: Georgia; mso-ansi-language: EN" lang="EN"&gt;Do you make resolutions?? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a name="fb_share" type="button_count" href="http://www.facebook.com/sharer.php"&gt;Share&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script src="http://static.ak.fbcdn.net/connect.php/js/FB.Share" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8588501624699924859-5809404069026650617?l=martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com/feeds/5809404069026650617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com/2011/01/happy-new-year.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8588501624699924859/posts/default/5809404069026650617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8588501624699924859/posts/default/5809404069026650617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com/2011/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year!'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15010761948544697815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/SwHcJ56951I/AAAAAAAACEY/OBC-2cQ6I0g/S220/fat+gal+001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/TThU54P7D-I/AAAAAAAACU0/Ga-oB9XUeMA/s72-c/christmas%2B2010%2B023.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8588501624699924859.post-5592860557630296238</id><published>2010-08-06T07:05:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T10:28:19.887-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New toy.... LOVE IT!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;So I got me a new toy.&lt;strong&gt; A &lt;a href="http://miowatch.com/"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;mio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; watch. I love it. It tells me how many calories I have burned after I exercise. You set it before you go with your heart rate and then randomly several times during your exercise and it calculates how many calories you urned. The more often you check your heart rate the more &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;accurate&lt;/span&gt; it is.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502267245460290722" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/TFv66FDtfKI/AAAAAAAACSg/1nmDE3-OzpE/s400/summer2010+001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Today when I walked I burned 584 calories. 6&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;kms&lt;/span&gt; in an hour. I like it. It was seen on the Dr.Phil show. It was on sale at Canadian tire so that was also a bonus. I have been watching for a while now for something like this. keeps you motivated. Helps you burn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Some have a polar watch... Do you have one? How do you calculate your caloric burn?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a name="fb_share" type="button_count" href="http://www.facebook.com/sharer.php"&gt;Share&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script src="http://static.ak.fbcdn.net/connect.php/js/FB.Share" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8588501624699924859-5592860557630296238?l=martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com/feeds/5592860557630296238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com/2010/08/new-toy-love-it.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8588501624699924859/posts/default/5592860557630296238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8588501624699924859/posts/default/5592860557630296238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com/2010/08/new-toy-love-it.html' title='New toy.... LOVE IT!'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15010761948544697815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/SwHcJ56951I/AAAAAAAACEY/OBC-2cQ6I0g/S220/fat+gal+001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/TFv66FDtfKI/AAAAAAAACSg/1nmDE3-OzpE/s72-c/summer2010+001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8588501624699924859.post-6496485578581723148</id><published>2010-07-31T18:13:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T10:19:52.836-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Look out Billy the kid....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When Darin is home we try to spend sometime together as a family. He doesn't get holidays per say because he is a seasonal employee so if he wants time off it is unpaid time. So this happens rarely. But it has been known to happen. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is one of the things recently that we went to as a family. A town not too far from us has a wild west weekend. So we decided that we would take to boys and see if they would like it. No question, they did.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500398824855844306" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/TFVXlr6CNdI/AAAAAAAACPY/mfINT8y8fhA/s400/summer+2010+015.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;First thing.... cowboy hats.... Good price really only $10.00 each.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500398837660941298" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/TFVXmbnAe_I/AAAAAAAACPg/j2nfeaKJC9U/s400/summer+2010+016.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Then the parade..... this was just one of the things they had... The stage coach.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500400054023891650" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/TFVYtO6iKsI/AAAAAAAACQA/IPOlW_ztU9w/s400/summer+2010+033.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Then a little drink at the Saloon..... Tyson had to fight off the show girl..."awww shucks he's cute". &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500400060648797314" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/TFVYtnmCNII/AAAAAAAACQI/3g4Pzw9BgdY/s400/summer+2010+036.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Then a little panning for gold as the sun got hot!! &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500401833051167794" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/TFVaUyTsHDI/AAAAAAAACQw/meXspLlbX8o/s400/summer+2010+047.JPG" /&gt;Look Mom I got some!!&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500401842570108754" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/TFVaVVxLn1I/AAAAAAAACQ4/PGXlUJunCJA/s400/summer+2010+048.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Then a visit to the petting zoo.... goats, &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500398854465516482" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/TFVXnaNh88I/AAAAAAAACPw/aHSh6zcwXKc/s400/summer+2010+028.JPG" /&gt;crocodiles, and lemurs....oh my!&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500401831369455282" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/TFVaUsCvNrI/AAAAAAAACQo/i8SsMpk0Yro/s400/summer+2010+031.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;They even had the worlds smallest pony.... only a foot and a half tall!&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500398844698928290" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/TFVXm10_pKI/AAAAAAAACPo/eQB0S0YCwxA/s400/summer+2010+022.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tyson thought the best part was the pony ride!&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500401846778177890" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/TFVaVlcdqWI/AAAAAAAACRA/mz7c5r-wCxE/s400/summer+2010+051.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Then the boys waited for the train that only passed through once a week...... long wait! &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500400064426027074" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/TFVYt1qmKEI/AAAAAAAACQQ/bnRDJfbALcQ/s400/summer+2010+038.JPG" /&gt;Tyson was not impressed when the actually thought he had to wait a week!!&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500400071582224658" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/TFVYuQUxERI/AAAAAAAACQY/V-Vs3Qdwb40/s400/summer+2010+039.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Then the old west shoot out!!&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500401856202127410" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/TFVaWIjTuDI/AAAAAAAACRI/K5-_xIzaTdk/s400/summer+2010+058.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Then we waited...&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500403635422428306" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/TFVb9sqe_JI/AAAAAAAACRQ/LpmPEFTfeIc/s400/summer+2010+063.JPG" /&gt; and waited....&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500400079136658194" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/TFVYusd4kxI/AAAAAAAACQg/TkVVpTBTD9c/s400/summer+2010+043.JPG" /&gt; For what you might ask...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; (Doesn't Ty look just like a farmer in this pic..exclude the buzz light year. He loves John Deere and the hat so suits him. My little cowboy!)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Wild West bank robbery...&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500403658993527714" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/TFVb_EeRa6I/AAAAAAAACRw/Pn2zrw7kaGs/s400/summer+2010+070.JPG" /&gt;Billy the kid and his gang robbed the bank... &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500403645541086930" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/TFVb-SW9dtI/AAAAAAAACRg/2hSeLPVaoGs/s400/summer+2010+077.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;after a little chase, shoot out,and round up the gang was arrested by the sheriff and his deputies...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Billy the kid.., you ask..... He didn't fair out too well..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/TFVb-xkXCgI/AAAAAAAACRo/Sr5NvUjdagg/s1600/summer+2010+080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500403653918788098" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/TFVb-xkXCgI/AAAAAAAACRo/Sr5NvUjdagg/s400/summer+2010+080.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All in all the kids had a good time. They had a great day.&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&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a name="fb_share" type="button_count" href="http://www.facebook.com/sharer.php"&gt;Share&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script src="http://static.ak.fbcdn.net/connect.php/js/FB.Share" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8588501624699924859-6496485578581723148?l=martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com/feeds/6496485578581723148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com/2010/07/look-out-billy-kid.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8588501624699924859/posts/default/6496485578581723148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8588501624699924859/posts/default/6496485578581723148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com/2010/07/look-out-billy-kid.html' title='Look out Billy the kid....'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15010761948544697815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/SwHcJ56951I/AAAAAAAACEY/OBC-2cQ6I0g/S220/fat+gal+001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/TFVXlr6CNdI/AAAAAAAACPY/mfINT8y8fhA/s72-c/summer+2010+015.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8588501624699924859.post-8380215272320416566</id><published>2010-07-31T06:46:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-06T07:15:20.117-05:00</updated><title type='text'>happy birthday Grandma</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;This is a very old picture as you can tell by the size of Tyson and Dalton however I like this picture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Happy birthday to my mother in law. Not only is she turning 65 today but she found out that her boss is closing up shop and so she is retired. She intended to anyway but now she has earlier than she planned.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502268187775081202" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/TFv7w7dEGvI/AAAAAAAACSo/HWAICUNyQnk/s400/IMG_0209_1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Honestly, I don't think she is complaining.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;So HAPPY BIRTHDAY GRANDMA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;WE LOVE YOU! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;oh and happy retirement too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a name="fb_share" type="button_count" href="http://www.facebook.com/sharer.php"&gt;Share&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script src="http://static.ak.fbcdn.net/connect.php/js/FB.Share" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8588501624699924859-8380215272320416566?l=martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com/feeds/8380215272320416566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com/2010/07/happy-birthday-grandma.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8588501624699924859/posts/default/8380215272320416566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8588501624699924859/posts/default/8380215272320416566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com/2010/07/happy-birthday-grandma.html' title='happy birthday Grandma'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15010761948544697815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/SwHcJ56951I/AAAAAAAACEY/OBC-2cQ6I0g/S220/fat+gal+001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/TFv7w7dEGvI/AAAAAAAACSo/HWAICUNyQnk/s72-c/IMG_0209_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8588501624699924859.post-6774342179478228160</id><published>2010-07-28T20:22:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T22:12:42.170-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey fattie wanna get a burger??</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Have you ever had one of those days where you have been running so much that you finally take a day to stay home? I did today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I had all of Dalton's wet camp stuff to go and wash, laundry to put away. Our regular laundry, the stuff from the cottage to finish putting away. The dog is shedding in a big way, so vacuuming is a must. I have dishes from last night.  Beds to change since everyone has been away. I haven't dusted in a month. Needless to say I am sure that you get the point.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;So after supper I finally sat my fanny on the couch and just was too tired to move. I had everything on my list done. And a few extra things. I though that I was just too tired to venture out on a walk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;So there I sat when Darin asks...." not going for a walk?". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I say...."gosh I am tired, I had a busy day."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Darin says...." Hey fattie wanna go get a burger?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;( most people right now who are reading this, their jaw just dropped but for anyone who knows Darin you are probably laughing because you can totally hear him saying that)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I say... "thanks smart ass!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Darin says.. " I knew you'd get sick of it and we would grow old and fat together".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I said..." Old maybe but not fat, again smart ass!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Darin then says...." are you mad enough yet to go for your walk?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I smiled, kissed him, thanked him and got my shoes on and left for my walk. Then had a swim afterwards.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;One thing about Darin, he has such a suttle way to make a point doncha think??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a name="fb_share" type="button_count" href="http://www.facebook.com/sharer.php"&gt;Share&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script src="http://static.ak.fbcdn.net/connect.php/js/FB.Share" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8588501624699924859-6774342179478228160?l=martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com/feeds/6774342179478228160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com/2010/07/hey-fattie-wanna-get-burger.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8588501624699924859/posts/default/6774342179478228160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8588501624699924859/posts/default/6774342179478228160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com/2010/07/hey-fattie-wanna-get-burger.html' title='Hey fattie wanna get a burger??'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15010761948544697815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/SwHcJ56951I/AAAAAAAACEY/OBC-2cQ6I0g/S220/fat+gal+001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8588501624699924859.post-2203321974851036827</id><published>2010-07-27T06:12:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T22:18:27.726-05:00</updated><title type='text'>guess who came for dinner..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Scott and Colleen came for dinner. Dalton made Scott a marble cake for his birthday last Friday. The boys were so happy to see them. Dalton was so proud that he managed to swirl the cake perfectly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;It was great. We all had a piece, some of us even had 2! We had roasted potatoes, salad, corn on the cob ( which was Divine) and steak on the BBQ it was the perfect super!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Love you Scotty, Happy Birthday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a name="fb_share" type="button_count" href="http://www.facebook.com/sharer.php"&gt;Share&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script src="http://static.ak.fbcdn.net/connect.php/js/FB.Share" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8588501624699924859-2203321974851036827?l=martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com/feeds/2203321974851036827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com/2010/07/guess-who-came-for-dinner.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8588501624699924859/posts/default/2203321974851036827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8588501624699924859/posts/default/2203321974851036827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com/2010/07/guess-who-came-for-dinner.html' title='guess who came for dinner..'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15010761948544697815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/SwHcJ56951I/AAAAAAAACEY/OBC-2cQ6I0g/S220/fat+gal+001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8588501624699924859.post-1014319320120436302</id><published>2010-07-24T07:27:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T10:27:24.493-05:00</updated><title type='text'>pick up Dalton &amp; cottage</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Today we headed out early to pick Dalton up from camp. I have to be there around 11 am to get him. So we headed out early to go so I could drop Darin and Tyson off at terry and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Steph&lt;/span&gt; 's cottage. It is about 10 or so minutes from Dalton's camp.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;So then I headed out to get Dalton. As always he was a challenge to find, running with his friends and doing last minute crafts, packing stuff, etc. He was excited to see me and after the short get together service so we can enjoy a taste of what they have been up to all week and have lunch together we headed back to the cottage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I wanted to go and get my walk in so after a swim, I changed and got on my way. i was sort of sorry after about the first 10minutes but there was no way I was turning back once I had set off. the reason you ask? I think I fed every horse fly in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Sharbot&lt;/span&gt; lake. They were non stop at me but it just encouraged me to walk faster. It was ridiculous! Seriously. terry said I could have warned you but you were gone before I realized it!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;When I returned, they had started supper. I knew we were having beef ribs for supper that was one of the reasons that I didn't want to miss my walk. they were so stinking good. But you know what? I so paid for it later. Now that I don't eat that way (greasy food) so much anymore, I though I was going to die. I was awake at 2am wishing I could get sick so I could feel just a bit better. Can't see me eating them again for a long time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;So there was a new pup at the cottage this year. He name is Abby. Terry and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Steph&lt;/span&gt; have had her only a few days now. Max had to be put down. he was a great dog and adored by all. But they couldn't let him suffer any longer with his breathing condition and heat and humidity made it worst. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Steph&lt;/span&gt; was just so lonely without him that she got Abby. These are a few pics of how spoiled she will be and what a nut she is already.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498367024765803570" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/TE4frWvjHDI/AAAAAAAACOo/P0ewtd2MlDM/s400/summer+2010+025.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Seriously have you ever seen a dog sleep like this??? How crazy is that?&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498367041227797010" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/TE4fsUEZMhI/AAAAAAAACOw/1RaoWOw13tg/s400/summer+2010+026.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;The funniest part of the whole weekend was the crazy pup. We would fill up King's water dish ( our dog, the Shepherd in the background) and she would play in it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I posted the video of her and she would do this &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt; we filled up the dish and she noticed it! Crazy pup.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498368355565132146" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/TE4g40W1WXI/AAAAAAAACPA/jJNFYRxrjwo/s400/summer+2010+021.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Thanks for the weekend Terry and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Steph&lt;/span&gt; as always we had a great time on the boat and in the lake and in general with you guys!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-64e56164d6491b3" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v9.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D064e56164d6491b3%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331757237%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D25F7B284588233360EB12AEE7CAA667C354E1BE6.858AF24F557A1FC58113078C6F10EB4CD99DEB33%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D64e56164d6491b3%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dqe0NnUAlssL-aETRAmFId8Sxs-s&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v9.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D064e56164d6491b3%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331757237%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D25F7B284588233360EB12AEE7CAA667C354E1BE6.858AF24F557A1FC58113078C6F10EB4CD99DEB33%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D64e56164d6491b3%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dqe0NnUAlssL-aETRAmFId8Sxs-s&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a name="fb_share" type="button_count" href="http://www.facebook.com/sharer.php"&gt;Share&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script src="http://static.ak.fbcdn.net/connect.php/js/FB.Share" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8588501624699924859-1014319320120436302?l=martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com/feeds/1014319320120436302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com/2010/07/pick-up-dalton-cottage.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8588501624699924859/posts/default/1014319320120436302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8588501624699924859/posts/default/1014319320120436302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com/2010/07/pick-up-dalton-cottage.html' title='pick up Dalton &amp; cottage'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15010761948544697815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/SwHcJ56951I/AAAAAAAACEY/OBC-2cQ6I0g/S220/fat+gal+001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/TE4frWvjHDI/AAAAAAAACOo/P0ewtd2MlDM/s72-c/summer+2010+025.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8588501624699924859.post-1340929052027740638</id><published>2010-07-23T07:26:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T09:23:49.429-05:00</updated><title type='text'>how did you spend your week??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/TFVWZNutmqI/AAAAAAAACPQ/e18OOxz_cms/s1600/summer+2010+113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500397511085234850" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/TFVWZNutmqI/AAAAAAAACPQ/e18OOxz_cms/s400/summer+2010+113.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Well , it was a quiet week with no kids here. I haven't walked since Monday. I have been out staining everyday. I just felt the deck was so important and without &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Tyson&lt;/span&gt; here it was so much easier and I worked everyday 3-11pm so it was difficult to fit it in. I feel &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt; since it is work but not &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;cardio&lt;/span&gt;. I had to get it done while I could. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Steph&lt;/span&gt; came down to help and we will be doing theirs once ours is complete. Easy way to work together and get them done. The spindles are the worst part. but generally I think it looks pretty darn good. I have to admit though I am glad it is done. ( almost)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500397503063279250" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/TFVWYv2IRpI/AAAAAAAACPI/5avOAnEKOY0/s400/summer+2010+114.JPG" /&gt;Happy Birthday to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Scotty&lt;/span&gt; today too. We love you very much and are glad that you are such an important part of our life!! Love you tons!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a name="fb_share" type="button_count" href="http://www.facebook.com/sharer.php"&gt;Share&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script src="http://static.ak.fbcdn.net/connect.php/js/FB.Share" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8588501624699924859-1340929052027740638?l=martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com/feeds/1340929052027740638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com/2010/07/how-did-you-spend-your-week.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8588501624699924859/posts/default/1340929052027740638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8588501624699924859/posts/default/1340929052027740638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com/2010/07/how-did-you-spend-your-week.html' title='how did you spend your week??'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15010761948544697815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/SwHcJ56951I/AAAAAAAACEY/OBC-2cQ6I0g/S220/fat+gal+001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/TFVWZNutmqI/AAAAAAAACPQ/e18OOxz_cms/s72-c/summer+2010+113.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8588501624699924859.post-8936749357897905754</id><published>2010-07-20T07:15:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T09:04:25.354-05:00</updated><title type='text'>called home</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Birthdays. Not such a big deal. In fact I spent the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;morning&lt;/span&gt; painting with Tyson.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Steph&lt;/span&gt; came by today to see me with Lauryn. They brought me a gift. A &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;beautiful&lt;/span&gt; picture of he that &lt;a href="http://leslielightfootphotography.com/"&gt;Leslie&lt;/a&gt; took. My favorite one. One of my many &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;faves&lt;/span&gt;. And a gift card. I love it. Thanks Williams family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Tyson had lots of hugs and kisses for me this morning too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I have to work today, but first I have to drop &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Tyson&lt;/span&gt; off at Mom's and then a lovely staff meeting. Mom also had a gift card for me. I asked for them because I wanted to finish off the white stone in  my front flower beds. I'll post a picture later when I finish them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Once I got to work all the girls wished me a happy birthday and Angela gave me a mall gift card too. And lots more hugs from my friends that I have at work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;After that, I got to work and into the meeting when the phone rang. The girls gave me the phone and on the other end was Dalton calling from camp to wish me a happy birthday. He sang it to me. I cried. Silly I know but I did. The girls all commented on how he is such a special kid. I loved that and it was probably the best gift I got all day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I found out after that Dalton had a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;lonesome&lt;/span&gt; night that night. Andrea told me he was homesick after calling. Last year when he called home he talked to Dad. He was fine. So as much as I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;loved&lt;/span&gt; it, I think next year he will have to not call home. I can't be selfish and put him through that. Not fair to him. even though I didn't make him call, I can't have him upset. He is there to have fun and learn not worry about all of us at home and what he is missing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a name="fb_share" type="button_count" href="http://www.facebook.com/sharer.php"&gt;Share&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script src="http://static.ak.fbcdn.net/connect.php/js/FB.Share" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8588501624699924859-8936749357897905754?l=martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com/feeds/8936749357897905754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com/2010/07/called-home.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8588501624699924859/posts/default/8936749357897905754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8588501624699924859/posts/default/8936749357897905754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com/2010/07/called-home.html' title='called home'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15010761948544697815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/SwHcJ56951I/AAAAAAAACEY/OBC-2cQ6I0g/S220/fat+gal+001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8588501624699924859.post-4116333824618517547</id><published>2010-07-18T06:10:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T08:45:38.818-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Kids gone....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;So today was the day. Dalton was up at 6am. Normal for Tyson but not Dalton. We had breakfast and got ready for church and a way we went. Dalton knew as soon as church was over it was time to soon head out to camp. I had packed all his stuff last night and finished it up this morning. Dalton can't wait to go. He is hoping his camp leader is there again this year. Andrea travels from New Brunswick with her entire family to run the camp for a couple of weeks. Dalton adores her but we are unsure if she will be there again this year. Dalton is also unsure of how many of his friends will be there from last year. He is hoping to see some of them again, especially Cole and Josh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This year he is taking another camper with him, Brock. He is also from our church. Dalton is going crazy today. It has to be the single most thing he loves to do that doesn't involve video games, television and riding his bike. His favorite things all left behind for camp. And he can't wait.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;At church his was wished a safe and happy trip, and given lots of hugs. And away we went. We arrived home had some lunch and packed up the van and we were on our way. A soon as we pulled in all we heard from the back seat was.... Mom... there's Andrea... there's Cole.... there's Josh. He was so excited. I don't know how to tell you that he was thrilled. I have never seen Dalton so excited. Not even on Christmas. I teared up. I couldn't believe that this camp has impacted him so greatly that he has made such a connection here with these special people. I believe it is one of the things that makes Dalton who he is. You can't even bottle the joy that he had. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He wandered around for a bit, found more of his friends, talked with Andrea and then got his cabin number. He was  Jr camper this year so he got to be above the hill. He was excited and ran up to pick his bed and meet his counsellors and cabin mates.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dalton found his bed and quickly unpacked his stuff. And I mean quickly. So he could find his friends again! &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498189947161928418" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/TE1-oFQ14uI/AAAAAAAACOA/fb_sPp8S06I/s400/summer+2010+014.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It may have taken him 2 minutes tops! Then we got him a few new camp shirts and he was telling me I could go, he was good. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498189958358491794" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/TE1-ou-T4pI/AAAAAAAACOI/S2CKNUrVaKY/s400/summer+2010+015.JPG" /&gt;I love the independence but hate that he doesn't need me so much anymore. One last stop to tag his shirts, put them away and grab his friends for a picture and we were gone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dalton's cabin was the corner one but most of his friends were in the cabin room next to him. Didn't matter to him though he was at camp with them that was enough.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498189965891220274" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/TE1-pLCQMzI/AAAAAAAACOQ/SIvP2ClrMjc/s400/summer+2010+016.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tyson couldn't then wait to get back home because he was going to Scott and Colleens for the night. So we got home had some supper and headed over there. Do you think he was in a hurry? &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498189973164083346" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/TE1-pmIPSJI/AAAAAAAACOY/ngBhxAjYYBg/s400/summer+2010+017.JPG" /&gt;Looking back saying come on Mom. I had a visit with them too, they gave me a lovely bath set for my birthday and then I went home to bed. I have to work in the am early. Then I will scoop Tyson up to go back home for the night then off to the trailer with  him Tuesday. I am glad that I have such independent children with so many special people in their lives.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498189983460240418" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/TE1-qMfCLCI/AAAAAAAACOg/UfG74OzC3vE/s400/summer+2010+018.JPG" /&gt; Life isn't about having money, stuff and popularity. This is what life is all about. And I am thankful for it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Maybe it took losing everything to figure that out when we had the house fire, or maybe it is just realizing that we are appreciative of what we have now, since stuff is just that stuff. And the things that matter most are the things that are closest to you that have no monetary value at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a name="fb_share" type="button_count" href="http://www.facebook.com/sharer.php"&gt;Share&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script src="http://static.ak.fbcdn.net/connect.php/js/FB.Share" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8588501624699924859-4116333824618517547?l=martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com/feeds/4116333824618517547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com/2010/07/kids-gone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8588501624699924859/posts/default/4116333824618517547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8588501624699924859/posts/default/4116333824618517547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com/2010/07/kids-gone.html' title='Kids gone....'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15010761948544697815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/SwHcJ56951I/AAAAAAAACEY/OBC-2cQ6I0g/S220/fat+gal+001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/TE1-oFQ14uI/AAAAAAAACOA/fb_sPp8S06I/s72-c/summer+2010+014.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8588501624699924859.post-870484454170648346</id><published>2010-07-17T06:09:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T08:15:59.014-05:00</updated><title type='text'>good Day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;My Birthday is Tuesday but the kids will both be gone. Dalton leaves for camp (which he can't wait) tomorrow and Tyson leaves on Tuesday afternoon to go to the trailer with my parents. I work all this week so the kids are going on vacation without us. They both love going to the trailer with my parents. My Mom used to babysit them but now they are older Dalton only goes to visit, and Tyson only gets there on his non school days. for both of them it isn't nearly enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;So we decided to have a little special evening tonight. We started out with getting pizza, after supper we headed over to dairy queen. I know that supper was already out of my calories but it was my birthday. Well kinda. Don't get me wrong, I haven't given up but for one day I am going to let myself enjoy food. Enjoy life, and indulge with my kids. It won't be a habit but if I don't let go once in a while, I will never make it through anything because I feel deprived and give in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;We decided to go to Dairy Queen because cake just means we all eat that crap for a week till it's gone. This way we all got what we wanted, ate what we wanted and when it was gone there was no leftovers to munch on. I had a blizzard. Calories for the day in that puppy alone. But I didn't stress I enjoyed every bit of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;We went to the park and ate our treats and then we came back home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;I was feeling very full and hadn't walked yet today so Dalton and headed out Kerri was just getting home so we asked her to come with us. She did. She walked right along like a trooper and did a great job. (even though I had no doubts.) She questioned the distance of the walk. I thought it was 5kms we were walking. Kerri pointed out that it had to be more, she had clocked it part way with her car one day. So guess what I did it and it turns out that we have been walking 6. 1 kms everyday. Yay us! Thanks Kerri what a great no cost gift for my Birthday. LOVE IT!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;So I got home and we had company. Tina and Mike were here. Had a little visit with them and I found that I felt a lot better after my walk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;So I had a great day even though it was only kinda my birthday!! We were together and happy and enjoying the life that we share. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;I love my family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a name="fb_share" type="button_count" href="http://www.facebook.com/sharer.php"&gt;Share&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script src="http://static.ak.fbcdn.net/connect.php/js/FB.Share" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8588501624699924859-870484454170648346?l=martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com/feeds/870484454170648346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com/2010/07/good-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8588501624699924859/posts/default/870484454170648346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8588501624699924859/posts/default/870484454170648346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com/2010/07/good-day.html' title='good Day...'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15010761948544697815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/SwHcJ56951I/AAAAAAAACEY/OBC-2cQ6I0g/S220/fat+gal+001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8588501624699924859.post-3798353673975016292</id><published>2010-07-16T22:54:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T14:42:33.984-05:00</updated><title type='text'>pool baby!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;One thing is for sure this little gal loves the pool. We have been taking her in regularly now. She has started to kick her feet and let us know she is in there. She doesn't even mind the boys splashing so much. After the first few days and all the sun, even though we were careful, we got her a hat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Dalton picked this one out. Pink with flowers. We added the ribbons after. I am still on a mission to find her a bonnet. She can't help looking so darn cute!&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 347px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498185433778771154" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/TE16hXmcVNI/AAAAAAAACNI/x1GRpjFmPXg/s400/summer+2010+002.JPG" /&gt;The heat has been so warm and with &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Steph&lt;/span&gt; and I walking everyday, she is just as warm as we are when we get back so, she goes in the pool &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;with&lt;/span&gt; us. Not to mention the few extra calories burnt in the pool.  There has also been days where she is just so darn fussy about the heat that we have put her in the pool. Never fails that after her head is wet and she has cooled down a bit we know her fist is at her mouth and she is for sure ready to eat.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498185447783463090" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/TE16iLxa-LI/AAAAAAAACNY/rbAx0jE-yO0/s400/summer+2010+013.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Doesn't she looked so relaxed after the pool and some chow? &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498185439978874738" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/TE16husqZ3I/AAAAAAAACNQ/G6lxIjs9G7o/s400/summer+2010+012.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Now wait a sec..or a least a few minutes....this is relaxed!!!The pool has many &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;benefits&lt;/span&gt; for Lauryn. ( shh and Mom!!)&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498185450559380162" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/TE16iWHQGsI/AAAAAAAACNg/UnsVpKBnrPU/s400/summer+2010+008.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;We loves that darn babe!! How could you not?&lt;/span&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a name="fb_share" type="button_count" href="http://www.facebook.com/sharer.php"&gt;Share&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script src="http://static.ak.fbcdn.net/connect.php/js/FB.Share" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8588501624699924859-3798353673975016292?l=martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com/feeds/3798353673975016292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com/2010/07/pool-baby.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8588501624699924859/posts/default/3798353673975016292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8588501624699924859/posts/default/3798353673975016292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com/2010/07/pool-baby.html' title='pool baby!!'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15010761948544697815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/SwHcJ56951I/AAAAAAAACEY/OBC-2cQ6I0g/S220/fat+gal+001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/TE16hXmcVNI/AAAAAAAACNI/x1GRpjFmPXg/s72-c/summer+2010+002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8588501624699924859.post-454582574140841678</id><published>2010-07-15T22:50:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T10:49:05.459-05:00</updated><title type='text'>going to the trailer ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;We went to my parents trailer today. It was a beautiful day. My kids had a great time. Dalton was there about 2 minutes and realized his friend Katelyn was there and he was gone down to her water trampoline. Tyson on the other hand wasn't so lucky. He got stuck back at the trailer with us. My Mom had &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;purchased&lt;/span&gt; a little pool for Tyson so we filled it up. He did his &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;darnest&lt;/span&gt; to get everybody in it with him!! He managed to convince a few!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494347455884375346" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/TD_X5pyPNTI/AAAAAAAACNA/UQ80pngoXoo/s400/summer2010+011.JPG" /&gt;Auntie &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Angino&lt;/span&gt; ( as he calls her)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494347451418041890" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/TD_X5ZJYXiI/AAAAAAAACM4/PhXU7g30t7o/s400/summer2010+010.JPG" /&gt;And Dalton....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;But then he was all on his own... and by the looks of it he managed quite well. because he spent the next 2 hours doing this...it's sideways but you'll manage and get the point.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-adcc331ae18cabb0" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v11.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dadcc331ae18cabb0%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331757237%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D39F8020FD9AFE769392A89D324111F185DF989B6.1DC841AD6255CDA29F63DB95798D4E251C207322%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dadcc331ae18cabb0%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DssU1GGdZ6Z-tFZYsuIBkLgUuWGk&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v11.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dadcc331ae18cabb0%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331757237%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D39F8020FD9AFE769392A89D324111F185DF989B6.1DC841AD6255CDA29F63DB95798D4E251C207322%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dadcc331ae18cabb0%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DssU1GGdZ6Z-tFZYsuIBkLgUuWGk&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;On the lifestyle front, I have given up on the scale. I have decided it is not my friend. I feel good, I am walking everyday almost and I have been keeping my food on tact. No emotional or bored eating happening. So whatever it says is just a number. I am doing what I need to do and I have just decided that the scale will not &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;determine&lt;/span&gt; how I will let myself feel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;don't get me wrong I am still going to weigh myself but I am not going to let it &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;determine&lt;/span&gt; my mood. Or how good I feel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a name="fb_share" type="button_count" href="http://www.facebook.com/sharer.php"&gt;Share&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script src="http://static.ak.fbcdn.net/connect.php/js/FB.Share" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8588501624699924859-454582574140841678?l=martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com/feeds/454582574140841678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com/2010/07/going-to-trailer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8588501624699924859/posts/default/454582574140841678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8588501624699924859/posts/default/454582574140841678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com/2010/07/going-to-trailer.html' title='going to the trailer ...'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15010761948544697815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/SwHcJ56951I/AAAAAAAACEY/OBC-2cQ6I0g/S220/fat+gal+001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/TD_X5pyPNTI/AAAAAAAACNA/UQ80pngoXoo/s72-c/summer2010+011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8588501624699924859.post-5733390887502905958</id><published>2010-07-14T18:39:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T07:06:04.452-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Proud Momma and Daddy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Here is my little man sporting his new trophy! Last night was his last night at soccer. I would have gotten a picture of it at the soccer field but, I had to work. I left at 6:30pm. His Auntie Tracy came and got him. So she got to see him play and get his trophy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;He also got to go to Reid's and get a treat so for that he was thrilled.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494096659424034018" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/TD7zzYKhPOI/AAAAAAAACMw/wjZbZMrfYYk/s400/summer2010+002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Here is the animated face......&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494096651396220994" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/TD7zy6QiiEI/AAAAAAAACMo/Cp_2nt0qtqM/s400/summer2010+003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Here is the "I am just so darned cute face!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;He is so proud of himself, almost as proud as we are of him!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Thanks Auntie, I don't know what we would do without you coming to the rescue. Tyson would have missed this great day! Love you!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a name="fb_share" type="button_count" href="http://www.facebook.com/sharer.php"&gt;Share&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script src="http://static.ak.fbcdn.net/connect.php/js/FB.Share" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8588501624699924859-5733390887502905958?l=martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com/feeds/5733390887502905958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com/2010/07/proud-momma-and-daddy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8588501624699924859/posts/default/5733390887502905958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8588501624699924859/posts/default/5733390887502905958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com/2010/07/proud-momma-and-daddy.html' title='Proud Momma and Daddy!'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15010761948544697815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/SwHcJ56951I/AAAAAAAACEY/OBC-2cQ6I0g/S220/fat+gal+001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/TD7zzYKhPOI/AAAAAAAACMw/wjZbZMrfYYk/s72-c/summer2010+002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8588501624699924859.post-2225147900730172304</id><published>2010-07-14T17:06:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T06:59:13.857-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Me inspiring...... I think not... well maybe???</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I had an interesting phone call today. I was surprised to hear the voice on the other end. It was Kerri. She is our neighbour down the street. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Our&lt;/span&gt; kids all go to school together, they have been in the same classes. They play together and generally we have intertwining lives at times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I wasn't so much surprised to hear from Kerri, but actually surprised at what she said. She had been talking to another friend of ours and had been discussing this blog. Kerri has been trying to get her health straight ( and her weight) and she got reading here. She said I was an inspiration to her.....really me???? Never though&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;t of&lt;/span&gt; that. I just did it for me. at no point did I think that I might inspire anyone. I am glad that I have but, it doesn't seem possible that I did. I am thrilled for Kerri.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;She has offered to come walking with me at anytime she can, and I think that is great. There are days that &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Steph&lt;/span&gt; can't walk or I can't at a good time that suits us both so it will work out great!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Thanks Kerri, that phone call was just to boot in the fanny I needed to! Funny how we don't realize the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;impact&lt;/span&gt; that we have on others good or bad &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;until&lt;/span&gt; it happens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494096267278707458" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/TD7zcjTyawI/AAAAAAAACMg/qtZnzaCvIAE/s400/summer2010+001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;So this is what we had for supper tonight and it was good. Low on the calories side too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;It is sliced &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;zucchini&lt;/span&gt; ( in matchsticks), diced onion and tomatoes. Some rice noodles and bake in the oven with 1/2 cup cheese (ground with a small grater) for 30 minutes and this is what you get. It was good and quite filling too. Even Darin and the kids ate it.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So just to put it out there... think about how your actions and reactions effect others because maybe just maybe we all could effect someone in the same negative or positive way and not think of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thanks Kerri, I will be smiling for the next few days with that esteem boost from you!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;XO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a name="fb_share" type="button_count" href="http://www.facebook.com/sharer.php"&gt;Share&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script src="http://static.ak.fbcdn.net/connect.php/js/FB.Share" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8588501624699924859-2225147900730172304?l=martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com/feeds/2225147900730172304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com/2010/07/me-inspiring-i-think-not-well-maybe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8588501624699924859/posts/default/2225147900730172304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8588501624699924859/posts/default/2225147900730172304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com/2010/07/me-inspiring-i-think-not-well-maybe.html' title='Me inspiring...... I think not... well maybe???'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15010761948544697815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/SwHcJ56951I/AAAAAAAACEY/OBC-2cQ6I0g/S220/fat+gal+001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/TD7zcjTyawI/AAAAAAAACMg/qtZnzaCvIAE/s72-c/summer2010+001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8588501624699924859.post-3125274757343155837</id><published>2010-07-13T21:59:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T08:25:42.087-05:00</updated><title type='text'>off to the movie again...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Well &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Dalton&lt;/span&gt; wanted to go see Eclipse so bad....that well.... a certain 19 year old just kinda offered to take him. Can you tell by the smile on his face that he was oh so excited to go?? I took this picture after the movie and he was still just as happy.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493594255802205922" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/TD0q3o03huI/AAAAAAAACMI/St0OW15Y8Fw/s400/summer2010+003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; Unfortunately we never seem to get to spend enough time with our families. Everybody has their own things going on but this week has sure been fun! Thanks Leah! Anytime your feeling lonely and blue just call us we'll take up some of your time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Dalton loved going to the movie with you! He will go anytime. If you want to go &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt; he can go too. We'll see what we can work out.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493594263710820514" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/TD0q4GSbaKI/AAAAAAAACMQ/YAWRewnwOew/s400/summer2010+004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;We love you! Dalton says a BIG THANKS!! AND BIG HUGS!!&lt;/span&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;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a name="fb_share" type="button_count" href="http://www.facebook.com/sharer.php"&gt;Share&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script src="http://static.ak.fbcdn.net/connect.php/js/FB.Share" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8588501624699924859-3125274757343155837?l=martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com/feeds/3125274757343155837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com/2010/07/off-to-movie-again.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8588501624699924859/posts/default/3125274757343155837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8588501624699924859/posts/default/3125274757343155837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com/2010/07/off-to-movie-again.html' title='off to the movie again...'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15010761948544697815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/SwHcJ56951I/AAAAAAAACEY/OBC-2cQ6I0g/S220/fat+gal+001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/TD0q3o03huI/AAAAAAAACMI/St0OW15Y8Fw/s72-c/summer2010+003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8588501624699924859.post-2669599720262285318</id><published>2010-07-12T20:24:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T23:17:21.167-05:00</updated><title type='text'>bestfriends..fun and ice cream...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So after our picnic lunch Dalton couldn't wait to get home. He had called his bud Keaton to come down this afternoon. they had planned a fun afternoon playing games, swimming in the pool and playing with &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Star wars&lt;/span&gt; stuff.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;However not too long after &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Keaton&lt;/span&gt; got there the clouds opened up and the rain came. heavy rain. Very heavy rain. It was nice, cooled everything off a bit but man did it rain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;So we had some supper and the kids decided that they were going to make some ice cream sundaes. ( Les look away &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;) Sprinkles and all. They had fun. I even had a little one minus the sprinkles and extra stuff. Part of this journey is to enjoy life. it isn't all about losing weight. It's about learning how to live my life with food. Not to live my life without it. And gosh darn it it WILL include a little sundae once in a while.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493197008338848290" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/TDvBkytGiiI/AAAAAAAACMA/hdSPe9_alYM/s400/summer2010+039.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt; They ate it all right up too then they had a game of James Bond with Darin. All I can hear upstairs is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Keaton's&lt;/span&gt; giggle, Dalton complaining that Darin is kicking their butts and Darin devilishly laughing along with &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Keaton&lt;/span&gt;. I am glad that Dalton has such special friends in his life that he can make memories with. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493197003534773394" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/TDvBkgzuLJI/AAAAAAAACL4/bt-sRnsL_qM/s400/summer2010+042.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;The boys posing for the camera with &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;ice cream&lt;/span&gt; faces!! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a name="fb_share" type="button_count" href="http://www.facebook.com/sharer.php"&gt;Share&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script src="http://static.ak.fbcdn.net/connect.php/js/FB.Share" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8588501624699924859-2669599720262285318?l=martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com/feeds/2669599720262285318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com/2010/07/bestfriendsfun-and-ice-cream.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8588501624699924859/posts/default/2669599720262285318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8588501624699924859/posts/default/2669599720262285318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com/2010/07/bestfriendsfun-and-ice-cream.html' title='bestfriends..fun and ice cream...'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15010761948544697815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/SwHcJ56951I/AAAAAAAACEY/OBC-2cQ6I0g/S220/fat+gal+001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/TDvBkytGiiI/AAAAAAAACMA/hdSPe9_alYM/s72-c/summer2010+039.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8588501624699924859.post-1119347065774864767</id><published>2010-07-12T14:33:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T23:05:04.434-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Picnic and a walk</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;The boys have been missing their Grandma and so they decided that we would do something special for her today. Dalton called her last Friday and told her not to make any plans for lunch today. That was all he told her.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493186240226546514" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/TDu3yAXEU1I/AAAAAAAACKo/tu7XW4XQjkk/s400/summer2010+031.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;We arrived at her house about 12:15pm and we had a special surprise for her. We had a picnic packed. We had stopped at the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;walmart&lt;/span&gt; and picked up a BBQ chicken dinner. It had chicken, taters, salad and some rolls. We brought the drinks, water desert and some little things like grapes, and crackers and cheese. The boys had also brought her a small plant. Because Grandma loves flowers and plants.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;She was surprised.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493976071809899826" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/TD6GIQS5nTI/AAAAAAAACMY/pBCR2FTMFrU/s400/summer2010+033.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;So we went to the park not too far from her house and had our picnic. We had some lunch and then we decided that since they had finished the little boardwalk that we would take a little walk and try it out. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493186263070626418" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/TDu3zVdhUnI/AAAAAAAACLA/PAaNeiQaFSY/s400/summer2010+021.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;The kids of course looked over the edge and saw some turtles and fish. Giving their mother a panic attack the whole time, and then they would complain about the walking it was about 2 miles of walking. They did well, we just strolled but it was warm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493186256599916306" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/TDu3y9WyHxI/AAAAAAAACK4/1EKfuirlslI/s400/summer2010+020.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Funny how kids can play in a park all day getting sweaty and never notice the heat, but they notice when they aren't doing something as fun.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493186245956606306" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/TDu3yVtOGWI/AAAAAAAACKw/6jIpuf3OBeg/s400/summer2010+032.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;We stopped a couple of times in the shade for the kids to cuddle her hot or not then we dropped her off back at home. It was a good time and we had fun with Grandma. I am glad that my boys have such a good relationship with their families. One day they will need them.&lt;br /&gt;So after our sensible and practical lunch and burning a few extra calories to add to my walk this morning, we had a great day!&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493186235112952466" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/TDu3xtT5EpI/AAAAAAAACKg/qP3k8FbtHmI/s400/summer2010+022.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Thanks for spending the day with us Grandma!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;We love you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a name="fb_share" type="button_count" href="http://www.facebook.com/sharer.php"&gt;Share&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script src="http://static.ak.fbcdn.net/connect.php/js/FB.Share" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8588501624699924859-1119347065774864767?l=martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com/feeds/1119347065774864767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com/2010/07/picnic-and-walk.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8588501624699924859/posts/default/1119347065774864767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8588501624699924859/posts/default/1119347065774864767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com/2010/07/picnic-and-walk.html' title='Picnic and a walk'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15010761948544697815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/SwHcJ56951I/AAAAAAAACEY/OBC-2cQ6I0g/S220/fat+gal+001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/TDu3yAXEU1I/AAAAAAAACKo/tu7XW4XQjkk/s72-c/summer2010+031.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8588501624699924859.post-7919660532947333179</id><published>2010-07-11T08:37:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T08:46:51.215-05:00</updated><title type='text'>pool party!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;After a full few days we were invited to go over to Scott and Colleen's for a small pool party. So with Leah and the kids in tow away we went.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493013571431234274" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/TDsavW-O-uI/AAAAAAAACJw/CQ3b2a8r4rg/s400/pool+boys.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;The kids were excited to see Sean and Leslie and Mason there as well. They spent the entire afternoon in the pool swimming. Poor Sean must have been tired out from towing Dalton around in the pool all afternoon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;We had some great &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;fajitas&lt;/span&gt; and snacks. most of all we had a great time. Thanks for having us. We love you guys &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;terribly&lt;/span&gt; and don't know what we would ever do without you in our lives!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;After we got home, I tucked the kids into bed and I went for my walk. It was still warm but it was good. It makes me feel so much better when I walk everyday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a name="fb_share" type="button_count" href="http://www.facebook.com/sharer.php"&gt;Share&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script src="http://static.ak.fbcdn.net/connect.php/js/FB.Share" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8588501624699924859-7919660532947333179?l=martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com/feeds/7919660532947333179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com/2010/07/pool-party.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8588501624699924859/posts/default/7919660532947333179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8588501624699924859/posts/default/7919660532947333179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com/2010/07/pool-party.html' title='pool party!!'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15010761948544697815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/SwHcJ56951I/AAAAAAAACEY/OBC-2cQ6I0g/S220/fat+gal+001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/TDsavW-O-uI/AAAAAAAACJw/CQ3b2a8r4rg/s72-c/pool+boys.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8588501624699924859.post-5990443267700530660</id><published>2010-07-10T08:42:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T08:48:27.086-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Leah and Lauryn</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Todd and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Steph&lt;/span&gt; went to a Wedding tonight. Congrats Mark and Jamie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Darin and Dalton went to the sprint car races. Tyson, Leah and I had the best fun though.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493174562492397570" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/TDutKRaSOAI/AAAAAAAACJ4/MR8BbEHHLaQ/s400/summer2010+017.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;We had some company. Which we loved. Lauryn came to visit and so did Leah. Lets just say by the smile on Leah's face that she had a good evening. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Thanks for the great time and to Todd and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Steph&lt;/span&gt; for entrusting pumpkin to us for the evening...even if it didn't turn out how you had planned it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a name="fb_share" type="button_count" href="http://www.facebook.com/sharer.php"&gt;Share&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script src="http://static.ak.fbcdn.net/connect.php/js/FB.Share" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8588501624699924859-5990443267700530660?l=martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com/feeds/5990443267700530660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com/2010/07/leah-and-lauryn.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8588501624699924859/posts/default/5990443267700530660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8588501624699924859/posts/default/5990443267700530660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com/2010/07/leah-and-lauryn.html' title='Leah and Lauryn'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15010761948544697815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/SwHcJ56951I/AAAAAAAACEY/OBC-2cQ6I0g/S220/fat+gal+001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/TDutKRaSOAI/AAAAAAAACJ4/MR8BbEHHLaQ/s72-c/summer2010+017.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8588501624699924859.post-6071043199194093705</id><published>2010-07-09T08:44:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T08:24:15.554-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Despicable Me.......</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Today was a rushed day. The boys wanted to go and see "Despicable me". It came out today at the movie theatre. It said SOLD OUT on the Internet yesterday but when I was there last night with Leah I asked and they said it wasn't. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493194927286192818" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/TDu_rqLfCrI/AAAAAAAACLo/QvM6_1TIDWM/s400/despicablemepic10.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;So up I got this morning. I walked before it got too hot, came home we went in the pool for a bit. Ran into town got our tickets for the 1:30pm showing. Ran to pizza Hut to meet Nick and Evelyn for lunch. ( Thank you Evelyn by the way). Went to Canadian Tire to get a clothes line. Which I love. Then off to the movie. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;The kids loved it. It was very cute for the kids. They were glued to their seats  for the entire movie. i am just hoping that Tyson didn't get too many bad ideas from it! Some days I think I could write a movie with the same title for him!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I made good choices as far as the pizza went but gosh darn it I love the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;cinnibites&lt;/span&gt;!! Never the less still glad I walked this am. Not an excuse but I just don't feel as guilty if I hadn't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a name="fb_share" type="button_count" href="http://www.facebook.com/sharer.php"&gt;Share&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script src="http://static.ak.fbcdn.net/connect.php/js/FB.Share" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8588501624699924859-6071043199194093705?l=martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com/feeds/6071043199194093705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com/2010/07/despicable-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8588501624699924859/posts/default/6071043199194093705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8588501624699924859/posts/default/6071043199194093705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com/2010/07/despicable-me.html' title='Despicable Me.......'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15010761948544697815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/SwHcJ56951I/AAAAAAAACEY/OBC-2cQ6I0g/S220/fat+gal+001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/TDu_rqLfCrI/AAAAAAAACLo/QvM6_1TIDWM/s72-c/despicablemepic10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8588501624699924859.post-7502902420569113784</id><published>2010-07-08T08:43:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T08:10:28.126-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Eclipse</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Tonight I went to Eclipse with my niece Leah. She was looking for someone to go and I was available. Lucky me! We saw the movie. My favorite part was when Edward says..." I guess he's never heard of a shirt" I laughed and thought it was quite amusing. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 289px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493195651281616642" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/TDvAVzRcfwI/AAAAAAAACLw/gyBn6-6gZjM/s400/eclipsetaylorlautner033110.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Now I have to watch New Moon. Yes it is the second movie and yes I should have seen it first but oops. Nope. Good thing Leah had it for me to borrow. I'm not sure when I'll get a sec but it is here for me to do that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;On the weight loss, lifestyle change front. I have been finding it so hard to stay focused food wise. It is so hot. I hate getting everything ready. Everything seems a challenge. I am walking everyday almost. I try not to miss a day. I am not overeating but I am eating the wrong stuff because by the time I get the meal ready for everyone else I just couldn't be bothered to eat it and later when it has cooled off a bit in the evening, then I want to eat but I know I shouldn't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My weight hasn't gone up or down. But I certainly wish it would! This is the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;frustrating&lt;/span&gt; part and I wish my body was normal like other people! But &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;unfortunately&lt;/span&gt; it is what it is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love summer because of the great weather, the pool, the outdoors but this is the one thing I hate about it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a name="fb_share" type="button_count" href="http://www.facebook.com/sharer.php"&gt;Share&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script src="http://static.ak.fbcdn.net/connect.php/js/FB.Share" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8588501624699924859-7502902420569113784?l=martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com/feeds/7502902420569113784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com/2010/07/eclipse.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8588501624699924859/posts/default/7502902420569113784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8588501624699924859/posts/default/7502902420569113784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com/2010/07/eclipse.html' title='Eclipse'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15010761948544697815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/SwHcJ56951I/AAAAAAAACEY/OBC-2cQ6I0g/S220/fat+gal+001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/TDvAVzRcfwI/AAAAAAAACLw/gyBn6-6gZjM/s72-c/eclipsetaylorlautner033110.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8588501624699924859.post-6446837745878987345</id><published>2010-07-07T13:36:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T23:17:28.552-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Out visiting......</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;So after soccer, we headed over to Scott and Colleen's house. The boys had gotten &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Scotty&lt;/span&gt; a chrome licence plate cover for his motorcycle for father's day. It just arrived yesterday so they wanted to take it over. They weren't home so we were in the neighbourhood of some of my kids other favorite people and Dalton hadn't seen them to give them his big news.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We stopped over at Nicole and Mike's house. They are both teachers. Dalton was at their door knocking and Mike seemed surprised to see him but happy. So we went in and visited for a while. Dalton gave them his news of passing, who would be his teacher next year ( not Nicole's mom :( who is a teacher at his school) and how he brought his math mark back up to an A. They were thrilled. He whined a bit because I bought him a comprehension book to work on over the summer and that kinda backfired, forgetting they are both teachers and they said good for your mom. Yeah, he wasn't happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nicole gave Tyson the hose, yea that was fun for 20 minutes till he turned on us! Then ya, not so much. Mike got some good belly giggles out of him. We had a good visit but we had to run. We love them so much and am glad that we can still be a part of their lives and them ours even though they have moved away from our school and teaching our kids. Hopefully Nicole will come back in time to teach Tyson. We are hoping and it might be a possibility so our fingers and toes are crossed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So then we headed back to Scott's &amp;amp; Colleens. since they were both already wet from the hose, they jumped right in their pool. After a swim, some snuggles and some treats we were finally on our way back home. What a long day, water park, soccer, visit Nicole and mike, then swimming, and Scott &amp;amp; colleen. Just a great fun filled day all the way around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Did I mention how much I love summer nights?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a name="fb_share" type="button_count" href="http://www.facebook.com/sharer.php"&gt;Share&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script src="http://static.ak.fbcdn.net/connect.php/js/FB.Share" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8588501624699924859-6446837745878987345?l=martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com/feeds/6446837745878987345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com/2010/07/out-visiting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8588501624699924859/posts/default/6446837745878987345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8588501624699924859/posts/default/6446837745878987345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com/2010/07/out-visiting.html' title='Out visiting......'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15010761948544697815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/SwHcJ56951I/AAAAAAAACEY/OBC-2cQ6I0g/S220/fat+gal+001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8588501624699924859.post-9190877746883255926</id><published>2010-07-06T22:45:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T22:47:07.345-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Soccor boy...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;It took Tyson a bit but he seems to have finally gotten the hang of this soccer thing. He likes to go. even though it is so hot out, he runs around that field sweat just a running down his little face. I will kinda secretly be glad when he is done because it has been so hot that I worry about them passing out.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493188023958821074" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/TDu5Z1R-2NI/AAAAAAAACLY/NYMoNZT-QN8/s400/summer2010+012.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I don't know if he will play again next year but I am so proud of how well he has done now near then end. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493188015890314770" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/TDu5ZXOTNhI/AAAAAAAACLQ/lrWmHQ2WRAA/s400/summer2010+011.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Considering we went to the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;water park&lt;/span&gt; all day I was surprised that he was so energetic tonight in the heat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493188006229376370" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/TDu5YzO8_XI/AAAAAAAACLI/l8DKW7uUStA/s400/summer2010+010.JPG" /&gt;Way to go little man you are my soccer star!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Mom and Dad a proud of you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a name="fb_share" type="button_count" href="http://www.facebook.com/sharer.php"&gt;Share&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script src="http://static.ak.fbcdn.net/connect.php/js/FB.Share" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8588501624699924859-9190877746883255926?l=martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com/feeds/9190877746883255926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com/2010/07/soccor-boy.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8588501624699924859/posts/default/9190877746883255926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8588501624699924859/posts/default/9190877746883255926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com/2010/07/soccor-boy.html' title='Soccor boy...'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15010761948544697815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/SwHcJ56951I/AAAAAAAACEY/OBC-2cQ6I0g/S220/fat+gal+001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/TDu5Z1R-2NI/AAAAAAAACLY/NYMoNZT-QN8/s72-c/summer2010+012.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8588501624699924859.post-864026888650329641</id><published>2010-07-06T07:11:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T22:40:00.185-05:00</updated><title type='text'>water park</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Today after our walk we ventured out to the local water park. We had made plans to meet up with some other friends. the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Pottiers&lt;/span&gt;. Sidney and Dalton have been in the same class since &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;jk&lt;/span&gt;. And her little &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;brother&lt;/span&gt; Ryan is in Tyson's class now. So how perfect that we spend the day together.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493182217207404706" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/TDu0H1cj2KI/AAAAAAAACKQ/FrQJ1yrFlCg/s400/summer2010+009.JPG" /&gt;This is Ryan smiling on purpose. Funny boy!&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493182808382315314" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/TDu0qPvpGzI/AAAAAAAACKY/6qDdqLUXMV8/s400/summer2010+007.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Tyson loves it the most. His class came here for their field trip at the end of the year. Dalton is getting a bit older but as you can see him in the back ground of this picture I think that he made it work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;The kids had a great time going from the park back to the water park. They would have wet bums and they would really go on the slides that are plastic. in fact I had to stand at the bottom and catch them because they were sliding off right into the playground on their bums. I was only in the sun 20 minutes and got &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;burnt&lt;/span&gt; to a crisp I might add. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493181320189608578" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/TDuzTny2goI/AAAAAAAACKI/8BsKX_YpGOk/s400/summer2010+005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Nick, Dalton's friend also came with us. As you can see even though &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;they&lt;/span&gt; complained that they were too big to "play" in the park, I think they had some fun!&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493179498770681266" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/TDuxpmevTbI/AAAAAAAACKA/uB951xxKrxA/s400/summer2010+004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; As you can see Tyson loves it!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So we had a picnic and then went to the dairy for an &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;ice cream&lt;/span&gt; treat.&lt;br /&gt;I was wishing that I had brought my camera in the dairy. Ryan was damp from the park. He had a big dish of ice cream, and his lips were blue. He was shivering like crazy and we were laughing but there was no way he was giving up that ice cream it was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;hilarious&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thank you for the great day &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Suzanne&lt;/span&gt; and Sidney and Ryan we had a ton of fun!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a name="fb_share" type="button_count" href="http://www.facebook.com/sharer.php"&gt;Share&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script src="http://static.ak.fbcdn.net/connect.php/js/FB.Share" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8588501624699924859-864026888650329641?l=martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com/feeds/864026888650329641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com/2010/07/water-park.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8588501624699924859/posts/default/864026888650329641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8588501624699924859/posts/default/864026888650329641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com/2010/07/water-park.html' title='water park'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15010761948544697815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/SwHcJ56951I/AAAAAAAACEY/OBC-2cQ6I0g/S220/fat+gal+001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/TDu0H1cj2KI/AAAAAAAACKQ/FrQJ1yrFlCg/s72-c/summer2010+009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8588501624699924859.post-1098227144495428530</id><published>2010-07-05T22:49:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T22:53:27.696-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Walking and pool!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;After walking on these hot hot days. I am so glad that we have a pool. When your skin is grimy, sweaty and gross there is nothing better than jumping into that pool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Steph has been bringing Lauryn. She is loving the pool too. She kickes her little legs and had a great time. We will get her a hat today though because she hates the sun and I am worried about her little skin even though I cover her from the sun. Steph took pics but I will have to get her to post them so I can scoop them up and show you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;So I am walking and getting extra movement in the pool and I am feeling great. What more could I ask for!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a name="fb_share" type="button_count" href="http://www.facebook.com/sharer.php"&gt;Share&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script src="http://static.ak.fbcdn.net/connect.php/js/FB.Share" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8588501624699924859-1098227144495428530?l=martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com/feeds/1098227144495428530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com/2010/07/walking-and-pool.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8588501624699924859/posts/default/1098227144495428530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8588501624699924859/posts/default/1098227144495428530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com/2010/07/walking-and-pool.html' title='Walking and pool!!'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15010761948544697815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/SwHcJ56951I/AAAAAAAACEY/OBC-2cQ6I0g/S220/fat+gal+001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8588501624699924859.post-2047070123836414182</id><published>2010-07-04T08:05:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T22:27:31.107-05:00</updated><title type='text'>School is out!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;And my kids couldn't be more thrilled. Both of them passing and making long list of what they would like to do this summer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Dalton's list......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;church camp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Nan's trailer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;beach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;wonderland&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;go carts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;drive in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Tyson's list&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;eat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;nan's trailer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;eat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;pool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;eat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;water park&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;eat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;play with his friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;eat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;It's a good thing Tyson is a goer because he likes to eat a lot!! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt; I am glad he picks good things to munch on even if it isn't fruit and veggies. He picks baked crackers, low fat cheese strings, baby bells, cereal bars. He is also growing and he likes water so he is doing OK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am happy on the other hand to report that I am walking at least  5 days a week and at least 5&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;kms&lt;/span&gt;. most I walk 6 but if I can't get it in I don't stress. it is what it is. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Steph&lt;/span&gt; pushes me to go and since my feet are still good in my new shoes we have managed to drop 10 minutes off our time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am also happy to report that I have sworn off the scale. I obsess about it too much and tucked it away for a week or so and just see if I can manage to not drive myself crazy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then again your probably thinking... how far can she possibly go, that she isn't already?? &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a name="fb_share" type="button_count" href="http://www.facebook.com/sharer.php"&gt;Share&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script src="http://static.ak.fbcdn.net/connect.php/js/FB.Share" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8588501624699924859-2047070123836414182?l=martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com/feeds/2047070123836414182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com/2010/07/school-is-out.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8588501624699924859/posts/default/2047070123836414182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8588501624699924859/posts/default/2047070123836414182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com/2010/07/school-is-out.html' title='School is out!!'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15010761948544697815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/SwHcJ56951I/AAAAAAAACEY/OBC-2cQ6I0g/S220/fat+gal+001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8588501624699924859.post-7974548478932384123</id><published>2010-07-04T08:04:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T22:16:43.839-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Apple note.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Since my scanner is giving me grief.... I guess I'll just have to tell you instead of show you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Dalton's teacher had little apple notes that she left for each of them on their desks on the last day of school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Dalton's read....."You are a respectful person. You are quick to help me with the smart board and I appreciate it. I also think that it's awesome how kind you are to the younger grades."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Maybe I should bring ms. Van Huizen home to meet the Dalton that lives with Tyson. Maybe she would see another side. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Never the less it means a lot to the kids that she took the time to leave them all notes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a name="fb_share" type="button_count" href="http://www.facebook.com/sharer.php"&gt;Share&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script src="http://static.ak.fbcdn.net/connect.php/js/FB.Share" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8588501624699924859-7974548478932384123?l=martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com/feeds/7974548478932384123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com/2010/07/apple-note.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8588501624699924859/posts/default/7974548478932384123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8588501624699924859/posts/default/7974548478932384123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com/2010/07/apple-note.html' title='Apple note.'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15010761948544697815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/SwHcJ56951I/AAAAAAAACEY/OBC-2cQ6I0g/S220/fat+gal+001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8588501624699924859.post-4140961074903662272</id><published>2010-06-24T22:07:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-26T07:52:10.843-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New shoes...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/TCXzxYZFaoI/AAAAAAAACJg/lgOyUGYpa04/s1600/rocker.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 205px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487059750707620482" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/TCXzxYZFaoI/AAAAAAAACJg/lgOyUGYpa04/s400/rocker.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Have you seen these shoes?? I have seen the commercials. I watched that beautiful fanny prance around half naked, tanned legs and all that. Thinking the whole time. Yeah that chick hasn't had kids yet. Regardless, a friend of mine has them, I teased her about them at first. I have looked at them before at Sport check but could not imagine paying over $100.00 for a pair of shoes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well I was at Costco on Thursday and they were only $49.99 so I decided to try them. I read all the benefit's for your legs, calf's, fanny, abs etc. I read about all the good things it helps. I know I will never have and *ss like the one on television but... here is the thing. I have issues with my feet. I have what the Dr described as carpel tunnel but in my feet. My toes burn and get numb when I walk or stand for any time at all. So I walk everyday for the exercise. At least 5kms. It bothers my feet. I have shin splints in my left leg too. I can't win.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I purchased these shoes. I have wore them walking three days now. First day...shins splints were non existent. (they happen everyday when I walk) The heat and numbness in my toes, they get hot still but the numbness is gone. Do I think it's the shoes. You bet. Because when I put my old shoes on I can feel my calf's. They feel different. I wear New Balance runners all the time, so I generally have good shoes on my feet. My stomach muscles this morning are sore too! So it means these shoes actually do what they say. I am just grateful for my feet! Steph says that I am even walking faster ( probably because I am not in so much pain). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So I must say, I like my new shoes. Have you got a pair? What so you think? If you don't and you walk or run... I suggest get a pair!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a name="fb_share" type="button_count" href="http://www.facebook.com/sharer.php"&gt;Share&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script src="http://static.ak.fbcdn.net/connect.php/js/FB.Share" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8588501624699924859-4140961074903662272?l=martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com/feeds/4140961074903662272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com/2010/06/new-shoes.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8588501624699924859/posts/default/4140961074903662272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8588501624699924859/posts/default/4140961074903662272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com/2010/06/new-shoes.html' title='New shoes...'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15010761948544697815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/SwHcJ56951I/AAAAAAAACEY/OBC-2cQ6I0g/S220/fat+gal+001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/TCXzxYZFaoI/AAAAAAAACJg/lgOyUGYpa04/s72-c/rocker.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8588501624699924859.post-4697545380841802594</id><published>2010-06-24T11:46:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T20:40:10.304-05:00</updated><title type='text'>report cards...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So school is out for another year. My kids are thrilled to be done&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;today was their last day. Tyson asked for chocolate suckers for his class meanwhile Dalton wanted me to make chocolate cupcakes.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I always try to make and participate in all the stuff for school with my kids but when they ask you for extra special treats for their classes it makes it harder for me. I did well and didn't eat anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;The treats made it to school untouched and in tact. Even with a few to spare but I still didn't eat any. I am doing my best trying to make the best of those 5km walks everyday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;The boys report cards were as good as expected. Dalton always does well. tyson's teacher who is an absolute doll and I am thrilled will have him again next year even though she is going back to teaching part time. Made great comments but my favorite was Tyson passes JK with assistance. I read between the lines and that means..... Tyson made it through because Julie has excellent patience.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I appreciate all those teachers donate and do to assist my kids in thier development and learning. I love our little school!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a name="fb_share" type="button_count" href="http://www.facebook.com/sharer.php"&gt;Share&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script src="http://static.ak.fbcdn.net/connect.php/js/FB.Share" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8588501624699924859-4697545380841802594?l=martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com/feeds/4697545380841802594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com/2010/06/report-cards.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8588501624699924859/posts/default/4697545380841802594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8588501624699924859/posts/default/4697545380841802594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com/2010/06/report-cards.html' title='report cards...'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15010761948544697815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/SwHcJ56951I/AAAAAAAACEY/OBC-2cQ6I0g/S220/fat+gal+001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8588501624699924859.post-652423762725486285</id><published>2010-06-23T21:46:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T22:03:04.081-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What did your day sound like....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What was your day like today?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; I had a busy day from start to finish with never ending things coming up. Started with a phone call to come to work an hour earlier. Going to work, having a earthquake.Then having to stop on my way home from work at Walmart because there is no dog food. Getting supper, getting Tyson ready for soccer, my 9 year old telling me at 6pm he needs a costume for school tomorrow, going to soccer, cleaning up supper, picking up supplies for the costume, making a costume and packing lunches and going to bed. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No walk, no exercise. Nothing... not something that made me happy but again, real life. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;My kids come first so it was important to Dalton to have a costume and so once we got home from soccer a costume we made.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Dalton googled easy knight costume ideas and this was one he liked that we could swing together pretty easily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;He liked it and was pretty proud that he had such a great helmet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;It was made with heavy felt and crafting foam. I sewed it which gave it shape and character. The uniform was his Dad's old sleeveless shirt, his belt and sword. I had some thin packing material that we cut a neck out of and he wore it over top of the black shirt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 246px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486167129487378642" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/TCLH7_OFCNI/AAAAAAAACJQ/XCVlVG9zKGA/s400/midevil+times+014.JPG" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He also needed a crest to complete the costume. So this is what he and I came up with. He was happy with the results no matter.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/TCLH8nBPrrI/AAAAAAAACJY/lUL81qLeHsc/s1600/midevil+times+010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486167140170968754" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/TCLH8nBPrrI/AAAAAAAACJY/lUL81qLeHsc/s400/midevil+times+010.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Earlier I mentioned an earthquake. We had one here. I didn't feel it, but many did. The weather is so weird anymore you can never predict it!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So basically it was a busy day. No exercise but my calories were right on track so I am as happy as I can be with that.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a name="fb_share" type="button_count" href="http://www.facebook.com/sharer.php"&gt;Share&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script src="http://static.ak.fbcdn.net/connect.php/js/FB.Share" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8588501624699924859-652423762725486285?l=martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com/feeds/652423762725486285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com/2010/06/what-did-your-day-sound-like.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8588501624699924859/posts/default/652423762725486285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8588501624699924859/posts/default/652423762725486285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com/2010/06/what-did-your-day-sound-like.html' title='What did your day sound like....'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15010761948544697815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/SwHcJ56951I/AAAAAAAACEY/OBC-2cQ6I0g/S220/fat+gal+001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/TCLH7_OFCNI/AAAAAAAACJQ/XCVlVG9zKGA/s72-c/midevil+times+014.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8588501624699924859.post-2615349731197997675</id><published>2010-06-22T20:41:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T08:26:40.057-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy day..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;So after working nights last night, and having Tyson home with me all day we had to decide what we were going to get accomplished today. I told both kids that if they were good today that we would go to the movie tonight. It was cheap night and I also had a pay one get one free pass. So The three of us got in for just over $10.00. Call me cheap, call me frugal, call me whatever you like but I gotta love when you can get a deal like that!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;So after Dalton got off to school, Tyson and I decided that we were going to go and pick some strawberries. Have you ever taken a 4 year old strawberry picking? Not fun. We made out OK though. I made it into a contest to see who could find the biggest berry. Then he would pick one, and bring it to me and compare. If it was bigger he was happy if not it went in the basket. Either way, I win. We picked 6 quarts. That should last a day or two. They never last around here. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;after that we came home, vacuumed and cleaned up the house. Got some supper ready and headed out to the movies. We saw...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/TCFma8x3EtI/AAAAAAAACJI/nsHTNWh-o2w/s1600/poster_toystory3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 337px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485778434291864274" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/TCFma8x3EtI/AAAAAAAACJI/nsHTNWh-o2w/s400/poster_toystory3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;It was very cute and the boys both like it very much. Tyson got fidgety near the end but he did a good job for the fella that can't sit long. We got some popcorn so that helped.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Popcorn... food of champions...not... especially when it is covered in a ton of butter. I ate some but we ended up bringing quite a bit of it home. I didn't get a walk today. I was hoping to get one but with the rain, being busy today and having Tyson home it just didn't happen. Not to mention I was exhausted by the afternoon from working last night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I don't get upset if I don't walk, or have some sort of activity everyday. I try to , it makes me feel better but life happens and I am finding that I just have to find a way to merge the two together. It can't be an all or nothing situation this time. So I do my best and don't get hung up over it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;But you can bet that it will happen tomorrow!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a name="fb_share" type="button_count" href="http://www.facebook.com/sharer.php"&gt;Share&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script src="http://static.ak.fbcdn.net/connect.php/js/FB.Share" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8588501624699924859-2615349731197997675?l=martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com/feeds/2615349731197997675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com/2010/06/busy-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8588501624699924859/posts/default/2615349731197997675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8588501624699924859/posts/default/2615349731197997675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com/2010/06/busy-day.html' title='Busy day..'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15010761948544697815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/SwHcJ56951I/AAAAAAAACEY/OBC-2cQ6I0g/S220/fat+gal+001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/TCFma8x3EtI/AAAAAAAACJI/nsHTNWh-o2w/s72-c/poster_toystory3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8588501624699924859.post-5115388072656084823</id><published>2010-06-22T06:42:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T06:55:53.863-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='karate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dalton'/><title type='text'>Brown Belt it is....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dalt&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/TCCiZZ5ZkUI/AAAAAAAACJA/R0WofMP9gcw/s1600/karat-bike+010.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;on achieved his brown belt tonight at karate class. Hard to believe that it is almost done ( and school that matter) for another year. As you can see by his little grin he was quite proud of himself too. He does a good job. He won't be returning to this class next year though. he has learned all he can here now and will be joining the class at the base that &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;incorporates&lt;/span&gt; kick boxing. He is looking forward to that.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/TCCiZZ5ZkUI/AAAAAAAACJA/R0WofMP9gcw/s1600/karat-bike+010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485562903469330754" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/TCCiZZ5ZkUI/AAAAAAAACJA/R0WofMP9gcw/s400/karat-bike+010.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We might start at some point this summer but we will see how busy we are otherwise it will wait until fall. For him though it can't start soon enough. But I also tried to remind him that it will somewhat interfere with the activities that we plan on going and doing this summer. So he decided to pass until September.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485562891911383282" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/TCCiYu1xSPI/AAAAAAAACIw/UR-gfHUm6h0/s400/karat-bike+017.JPG" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He spent most of the year this year as a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sempai&lt;/span&gt;. Helping to teach the others in the class. H&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e enjoyed that too. Now all the kids are looking forward to the end of year pizza party next week! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He kills me with his proud little grin. Afraid to show how happy he is but just having a hard time containing himself.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So after the belts were all done the boys had &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; picture taken with  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Sensai&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Tyson&lt;/span&gt; had to join in too!! Nick also got his brown belt and I expect that he might join Dalton in the fall too. We'll have to wait and see.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485562896871969266" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/TCCiZBUd0fI/AAAAAAAACI4/drdDNJB6Kqo/s400/karat-bike+019.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mom and Dad are so proud of you Dalton!! We love you so much! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;XO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a name="fb_share" type="button_count" href="http://www.facebook.com/sharer.php"&gt;Share&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script src="http://static.ak.fbcdn.net/connect.php/js/FB.Share" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8588501624699924859-5115388072656084823?l=martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com/feeds/5115388072656084823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com/2010/06/brown-belt-it-is.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8588501624699924859/posts/default/5115388072656084823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8588501624699924859/posts/default/5115388072656084823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com/2010/06/brown-belt-it-is.html' title='Brown Belt it is....'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15010761948544697815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/SwHcJ56951I/AAAAAAAACEY/OBC-2cQ6I0g/S220/fat+gal+001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/TCCiZZ5ZkUI/AAAAAAAACJA/R0WofMP9gcw/s72-c/karat-bike+010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8588501624699924859.post-1046380558629123500</id><published>2010-06-20T07:27:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T13:33:17.826-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exercise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='zztop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pants'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='father&apos;s day'/><title type='text'>Guess what we did last night....and how good I felt</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/TB4JXTXtTNI/AAAAAAAACIg/HPMupsJB8U8/s1600/zztop-logo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 205px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 164px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484831692125195474" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/TB4JXTXtTNI/AAAAAAAACIg/HPMupsJB8U8/s400/zztop-logo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well last night &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;proved&lt;/span&gt; to be a bunch of fun. We went to see &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ZZTop&lt;/span&gt;. We were suppose to meet up with a bunch of people but those plans kinda flopped. But you know what we met up with other friends. We saved money by not drinking and probably had just as much fun.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;By not drinking, I saved a ton of calories that I didn't need to be drinking anyway. I did have one beer, but I don't think that one will kill me. That and I don't want diet to over rule real life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;We watched so many "Young" people power drink and I thought of my own two boys. I can &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;only&lt;/span&gt; hope that I can teach them better than that. I know it is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;different&lt;/span&gt; when they are older, when they are around their friends but I still can only hope.I think that this is so dangerous and kids have no idea what they are doing to themselves. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I didn't walk yesterday. I felt &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;terrible&lt;/span&gt;. Not physically but emotionally.Because, I have been going &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;everyday&lt;/span&gt; whether I felt like it or not. It all worked out though for the best because I got it in. my Parents live about 3 &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;kms&lt;/span&gt; from where the concert was. We took our van to their house and took a cab &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;from there&lt;/span&gt; to the concert. Darin has a very bad back and can't walk to far without being in total pain. However, afterwards it was so jammed packed with &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;people that&lt;/span&gt; I told him to just walk up the hill to Tim &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Horton's,&lt;/span&gt; and I would walk to get the van. He didn't like me walking at 11pm all alone in the dark. Seriously, I said there are 10000 people walking the same way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Ended up though, that I walked there with 2 young 16 year old girls who were kinda spooked because it was thunder and lightening out.It took my less than 20 &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt; to walk the 3 &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;kms&lt;/span&gt;. But trust me (&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Steph&lt;/span&gt;) my feet and calf was killing me and it was almost an all uphill grade!The two girls were glad to have the company. We were lucky, it didn't rain until after I got the van and picked up Darin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;We did something bad after that though, we were both starving and we went and got subs. I ate tons of veggies and made it as healthy as I could but I am hoping that I really don't pay for eating so late at night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;So after all that we had a great time and I got my exercise in and all was good. It didn't start out too bad either though. I had bought some new jeans way back at Christmas. They were tight and I could barely do them up. Well last night I hemmed them and put them on. They have been washed and dried in the dryer. And they fit. They were loose. I couldn't believe it.I needed a belt to hold them up! I was one happy girl. When this happens and I feel good I forget about the scale. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Sometimes I drive myself crazy and can weigh myself up to 3 times a day. I know that isn't good, but I get fixed on something and too late. But after that I realized. The scale doesn't matter as much as how I feel. I feel great so if I just keep doing what I am doing then the scale will start to see it like I do. Maybe it is time to give Darin the scale to put away for a few weeks and forget about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;So today is father's day.Here is an old pic I am sharing. It is when Tyson was 10 months old &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Dalton&lt;/span&gt; was 6. It is at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Canada's&lt;/span&gt; wonderland. It was probably the last time that we went there as a family. Since that, I have gone with Dalton alone up till last year Tyson and Colleen came with us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 297px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484833496708768338" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/TB4LAV99YlI/AAAAAAAACIo/vPA8LVIYGqU/s400/wonderland+028.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Happy Father's day. To my wonderful husband. You drive me crazy... With your silly songs, your foolish ways, when you don't pick up after yourself, when you make more work for me, when you are selfish, and when your the only one who thinks your funny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;But here's the thing. I wouldn't have you any other way. I love you till death. You have turned out to be a great father. For the guy who didn't want any. Our kids adore you. You are gentle and kind, and love them for who they are( even though &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;some days&lt;/span&gt; Ty is a challenge). You take the time to make their childhood the best that they could have and that is why I love you. Their lives wouldn't be the same with out you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;And to my own Father and Grandfather. Thank you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt; for making me into the woman I am I hope I didn't turn out too &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;bad&lt;/span&gt; either!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a name="fb_share" type="button_count" href="http://www.facebook.com/sharer.php"&gt;Share&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script src="http://static.ak.fbcdn.net/connect.php/js/FB.Share" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8588501624699924859-1046380558629123500?l=martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com/feeds/1046380558629123500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com/2010/06/guess-what-we-did-last-nightand-how.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8588501624699924859/posts/default/1046380558629123500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8588501624699924859/posts/default/1046380558629123500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com/2010/06/guess-what-we-did-last-nightand-how.html' title='Guess what we did last night....and how good I felt'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15010761948544697815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/SwHcJ56951I/AAAAAAAACEY/OBC-2cQ6I0g/S220/fat+gal+001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/TB4JXTXtTNI/AAAAAAAACIg/HPMupsJB8U8/s72-c/zztop-logo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8588501624699924859.post-5399166713517618507</id><published>2010-06-19T05:56:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T06:19:17.050-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Leslie lightfoot photgraphy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lauryn'/><title type='text'>Love, love, Love them....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/TBymPXqQV_I/AAAAAAAACIY/ok98hfSwoy0/s1600/Lauryn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484441229209917426" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/TBymPXqQV_I/AAAAAAAACIY/ok98hfSwoy0/s320/Lauryn.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I have to put this post in pink. Just for Lauryn. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Dalton has a friend Keaton. They are really good buds. Like best friends. Keaton has a great sense of humour and is so kind that sometimes it gets him into trouble. (&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ie&lt;/span&gt;. he does something wrong, knows it and tells on himself. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;) He comes from a great family. Over the years we have all become friends through our kids. Keaton's mother is a very creative woman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Creative in so many ways. She scrapbooks for a major American magazine, she works for a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;scrap booking&lt;/span&gt; company, she does demonstrations all over the USA, and she is a photographer. Just recently Leslie has started her own business. It was a long time coming and she is such a talent at it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Stephanie and Todd went to the funfair with us back in May and Leslie was offering a photo shoot as one of the silent auction items. I told &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Steph&lt;/span&gt; it was so worth it because Les is so good at what she does. So she bid and she won.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Well Leslie &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; didn't disappoint. She posting just a few pics so far on her web page. I am so in love with them. She did a fabulous job! I am sure that Todd and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Steph&lt;/span&gt; are not disappointed either. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Steph&lt;/span&gt; told me what a good job Les did before she even saw any of the pictures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Leslie is coming to the east cost in August so if you want her to take some pictures for you call her and book her quick!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Here is her link!! Check our all her beautiful photo's and of course the little pumpkins photo's too!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://leslielightfootphotography.com/"&gt;http://leslielightfootphotography.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Thanks Les for doing such a wonderful job. I know that Todd and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Steph&lt;/span&gt; will cherish them forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#993399;"&gt;( photo is copy written and is used for advertisement for Leslie &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Lightfoot&lt;/span&gt; photography only)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a name="fb_share" type="button_count" href="http://www.facebook.com/sharer.php"&gt;Share&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script src="http://static.ak.fbcdn.net/connect.php/js/FB.Share" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8588501624699924859-5399166713517618507?l=martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com/feeds/5399166713517618507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com/2010/06/love-love-love-them.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8588501624699924859/posts/default/5399166713517618507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8588501624699924859/posts/default/5399166713517618507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com/2010/06/love-love-love-them.html' title='Love, love, Love them....'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15010761948544697815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/SwHcJ56951I/AAAAAAAACEY/OBC-2cQ6I0g/S220/fat+gal+001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/TBymPXqQV_I/AAAAAAAACIY/ok98hfSwoy0/s72-c/Lauryn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8588501624699924859.post-5164803831480391416</id><published>2010-06-18T10:00:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T10:14:33.340-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It all takes an effort.</title><content type='html'>Did you ever notice that anything that is ever worthwhile in your life takes an effort?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Your kids bring you so much love, grief, comfort, pain, happiness, unhappiness but most of all Love. They take so much effort. They need people to take the time to make them into good human beings. Caring human beings. Not selfish, not hurtful, just all around good people. It all takes time. In the end if you have taught them right it will be worthwhile.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Your job. If you don't put some kind of worthwhile effort into it and you don't enjoy it and then your unhappy, struggling and miserable. It takes an effort to be happy and good at it. No matter what the job may be.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Friendships. If you want a friendship to last for a lifetime, you have to put an effort in. If you don't the friends distance themselves and the friendship fades and people move on. Friendships are 50/50 both people need to make the effort or it won't last.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Marriage. It works &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; the same way as a friendship. If it is going to last then you have to make an effort. It has to be 50/50 whether it is money, kids, time, housework all the things that come in a relationship, it has to be an honest effort by both people or it just doesn't work. And divorce is inevitable.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My health is finally one of those things that I am going to make an effort. I have been making an effort. It is a priority. Pain or no pain, if it is worthwhile then I have to make and effort. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So I guess with that being stated that I must think......&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;THAT I AM WORTH IT!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It takes a lot to admit it but as I have been feeling better I think I have become better at all the things I said above. whether it is because I am not tired, sluggish and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;exhausted&lt;/span&gt; I don't know but whatever it is I am glad that after 38 years that I am finally not afraid to say it!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a name="fb_share" type="button_count" href="http://www.facebook.com/sharer.php"&gt;Share&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script src="http://static.ak.fbcdn.net/connect.php/js/FB.Share" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8588501624699924859-5164803831480391416?l=martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com/feeds/5164803831480391416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com/2010/06/it-all-takes-effort.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8588501624699924859/posts/default/5164803831480391416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8588501624699924859/posts/default/5164803831480391416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com/2010/06/it-all-takes-effort.html' title='It all takes an effort.'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15010761948544697815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/SwHcJ56951I/AAAAAAAACEY/OBC-2cQ6I0g/S220/fat+gal+001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8588501624699924859.post-2163168713797520883</id><published>2010-06-16T13:06:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T13:22:14.689-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='measure'/><title type='text'>9.5 inches...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/TBkWPBVt_MI/AAAAAAAACIQ/Z_QGtm-0m54/s1600/Measuring_Tape_on_Apple.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 254px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483438468613668034" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/TBkWPBVt_MI/AAAAAAAACIQ/Z_QGtm-0m54/s320/Measuring_Tape_on_Apple.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;9.5 inches....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you measure yourself? I have to admit. I normally don't. I haven't in the past. I have noticed though that since the new year when I decided enough was enough and that I wanted to get this done, accomplished and start reliving and enjoying all my life. That I figured I would just take some measurements to start out with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well. since January 7Th it would appear that I have lost a total of 9.5 inches over all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have lost 6 in my waist. hips was 1. Neck was 1.5. And my arms were 1. I knew that my pant were loose but holy am I happy about that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Steph has been keeping me going. I have walked everyday this week with or without her. My feet and one calf are giving me struggles but I am going to win. I have to win. She is a real goer which I love, but holy. My feet are glad to shed those shoes once we get home. THANKS STEPH!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just think. 9.5 inches. That's something to be proud of.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a name="fb_share" type="button_count" href="http://www.facebook.com/sharer.php"&gt;Share&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script src="http://static.ak.fbcdn.net/connect.php/js/FB.Share" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8588501624699924859-2163168713797520883?l=martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com/feeds/2163168713797520883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com/2010/06/95-inches.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8588501624699924859/posts/default/2163168713797520883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8588501624699924859/posts/default/2163168713797520883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com/2010/06/95-inches.html' title='9.5 inches...'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15010761948544697815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/SwHcJ56951I/AAAAAAAACEY/OBC-2cQ6I0g/S220/fat+gal+001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/TBkWPBVt_MI/AAAAAAAACIQ/Z_QGtm-0m54/s72-c/Measuring_Tape_on_Apple.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8588501624699924859.post-8693546466665494347</id><published>2010-06-13T06:14:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T06:24:59.705-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking forward to summer...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/TBS_6FlODkI/AAAAAAAACII/jgVR6xw3Q7Y/s1600/yellow.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 78px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 78px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482217651068341826" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/TBS_6FlODkI/AAAAAAAACII/jgVR6xw3Q7Y/s320/yellow.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Summer has always been my favorite time of year. We spend lots of time outside. LOTS. We have a pool and the kids bug to go everyday, rain or shine. Which is good easy exercise. Lots of days while they play and swim I jog around the outside of the pool. They think that I am doing it for their &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;benefit&lt;/span&gt;, and for many reasons I am. My health, easier on the bones and joints and they love the cyclone effect they get.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I have to admit though, I think that even though I look terrible in pictures. I am feeling much better even when I put that swimsuit on and it is loose. Not tight sucked to every inch of my body. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I still don't look good in a swimsuit. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Compared&lt;/span&gt; to last year at this time, I certainly feel better in it. I feel better in it and I feel better emotionally in it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;It's no bikini body, and I am not ever wanting it to be. I just want to be comfortable in the skin I wear and whatever I wear over it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Then...then I'll be totally happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a name="fb_share" type="button_count" href="http://www.facebook.com/sharer.php"&gt;Share&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script src="http://static.ak.fbcdn.net/connect.php/js/FB.Share" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8588501624699924859-8693546466665494347?l=martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com/feeds/8693546466665494347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com/2010/06/looking-forward-to-summer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8588501624699924859/posts/default/8693546466665494347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8588501624699924859/posts/default/8693546466665494347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com/2010/06/looking-forward-to-summer.html' title='Looking forward to summer...'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15010761948544697815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/SwHcJ56951I/AAAAAAAACEY/OBC-2cQ6I0g/S220/fat+gal+001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/TBS_6FlODkI/AAAAAAAACII/jgVR6xw3Q7Y/s72-c/yellow.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8588501624699924859.post-4882025623633218244</id><published>2010-06-12T17:56:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-12T18:07:04.464-05:00</updated><title type='text'>pictures....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Pictures..... Why is it in pictures that large people look larger and small people look the same?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Does it have anything to do with the way we see ourselves? Do we really look that bad? I know that all my life I have been a bigger girl. I know that all my life I have hated having people take my pictures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I know that I have made progress, I can see it in my shape, my clothes, and the way I feel. my pants are loose, my shirts are too big, my gut doesn't hold my breasts up, my bra cup is too big but still...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482026956417507266" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/TBQSeMphn8I/AAAAAAAACIA/9Jc9uXUeLdM/s320/cow.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Somehow though I am still not happy with what I see in pictures!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Drop me a comment , click on the little "comment" below&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a name="fb_share" type="button_count" href="http://www.facebook.com/sharer.php"&gt;Share&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script src="http://static.ak.fbcdn.net/connect.php/js/FB.Share" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8588501624699924859-4882025623633218244?l=martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com/feeds/4882025623633218244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com/2010/06/pictures.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8588501624699924859/posts/default/4882025623633218244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8588501624699924859/posts/default/4882025623633218244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com/2010/06/pictures.html' title='pictures....'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15010761948544697815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/SwHcJ56951I/AAAAAAAACEY/OBC-2cQ6I0g/S220/fat+gal+001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/TBQSeMphn8I/AAAAAAAACIA/9Jc9uXUeLdM/s72-c/cow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8588501624699924859.post-4183941282163308818</id><published>2010-06-11T08:11:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-12T17:51:50.583-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amanda'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='graduation'/><title type='text'>Amanda The graduate!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;This is Amanda. She is such a wonderful young woman. Hard to believe I can say that now. We have had the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;privilege&lt;/span&gt; to be a part of this wonderful girls life since she was just 4. It is amazing over the years how the kids have grown and become their own people. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481504243755666962" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/TBI3EUPaThI/AAAAAAAACH4/wDNqMnf-BA8/s320/mandy+grad+003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Well she graduated from Loyalist college this week. She had excellent marks. She has finally finished her child and youth worker and has already found a job. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Her parents had a small party for her on Thursday night. This was her opening her gifts. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She will &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;unfortunately&lt;/span&gt; be moving out of Ontario but she will be with Ethel's family ( her Mom's) she has already got and apartment and is starting her life. One day her parents will move down east and be with her again when the retire but until then we look forward to seeing her when she comes home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So Amanda. We cannot tell you how much you mean to us, how incredibly proud we are of you and what a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;wonderful&lt;/span&gt; young woman you have turned out to be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We all love you very much and will miss you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/TBI3D_8OPcI/AAAAAAAACHw/yOyrVV2NgnI/s1600/mandy+grad+006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481504238306475458" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/TBI3D_8OPcI/AAAAAAAACHw/yOyrVV2NgnI/s320/mandy+grad+006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a name="fb_share" type="button_count" href="http://www.facebook.com/sharer.php"&gt;Share&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script src="http://static.ak.fbcdn.net/connect.php/js/FB.Share" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8588501624699924859-4183941282163308818?l=martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com/feeds/4183941282163308818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com/2010/06/amanda-graduate.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8588501624699924859/posts/default/4183941282163308818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8588501624699924859/posts/default/4183941282163308818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com/2010/06/amanda-graduate.html' title='Amanda The graduate!'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15010761948544697815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/SwHcJ56951I/AAAAAAAACEY/OBC-2cQ6I0g/S220/fat+gal+001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/TBI3EUPaThI/AAAAAAAACH4/wDNqMnf-BA8/s72-c/mandy+grad+003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8588501624699924859.post-2697266281931764965</id><published>2010-06-10T06:18:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T05:34:52.595-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Baby Lauryn!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Sweet Baby Lauryn. We finally got to meet her. Nine days late but totally worth the wait. We had Todd and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Steph&lt;/span&gt; down for supper. She was born last Thursday, we saw her at the hospital on Friday. Dalton was in school and Tyson spent and hour with Nanny, they weren't allowed on the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;maternity&lt;/span&gt; floor anyway. They were so pushy to see the pics we took of her at the hospital. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;SOOO&lt;/span&gt; Cute they said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;So on Tuesday that is all I heard all day. When is she coming. What time are they going to get here. Is it time yet. Can you text &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Steph&lt;/span&gt;. and so on.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;So they got here and as you can see from the pictures I had two super excited boys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/TBDLQm3SXKI/AAAAAAAACG4/UjVP6SVtX2g/s1600/lauryn+029.JPG"&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481104232680676514" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/TBDLQm3SXKI/AAAAAAAACG4/UjVP6SVtX2g/s320/lauryn+029.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Tyson couldn't wait to hold her. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Steph&lt;/span&gt; didn't even have her in the house and they were all over them. He told Todd that he is going to marry her. Todd just said figures, better get my shotgun now!! We all laughed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/TBDLQAcsyqI/AAAAAAAACGw/ZrcgEi5FoHs/s1600/lauryn+028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481104222368615074" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/TBDLQAcsyqI/AAAAAAAACGw/ZrcgEi5FoHs/s320/lauryn+028.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Dalton was the exact opposite. He held her like a pro. He was so attentive to her. Coddling her and making sure she was safe. He recently did the babysitting course so he knows all about what to do. I said he was just securing himself a job. (&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;) But he kept an eye on her all evening telling Tyson to stay away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/TBDLPjdOwtI/AAAAAAAACGo/zy6sgsPZbvs/s1600/lauryn+027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481104214586213074" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/TBDLPjdOwtI/AAAAAAAACGo/zy6sgsPZbvs/s320/lauryn+027.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Regardless, I think that we all think she is pretty neat. I don't think she knows yet but she has a ton of fans already. I also don't think she knows yet how many people love her and what great parents she has. Someday, someday she'll know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;But in the meantime, we'll be spending all kinds of time together. Tell Mom to get that stroller out we have to get that &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-baby body back! Her and I both ( even though my baby will be five in August).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;So to our friends new little pumpkin... we look forward to watching you grow and be a part of our lives. And can't wait to give you really loud toys!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Love you Lauryn ( and your Mom and Dad well, :) they ain't so bad either  )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a name="fb_share" type="button_count" href="http://www.facebook.com/sharer.php"&gt;Share&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script src="http://static.ak.fbcdn.net/connect.php/js/FB.Share" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8588501624699924859-2697266281931764965?l=martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com/feeds/2697266281931764965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com/2010/06/sweet-baby-lauryn.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8588501624699924859/posts/default/2697266281931764965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8588501624699924859/posts/default/2697266281931764965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com/2010/06/sweet-baby-lauryn.html' title='Sweet Baby Lauryn!'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15010761948544697815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/SwHcJ56951I/AAAAAAAACEY/OBC-2cQ6I0g/S220/fat+gal+001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/TBDLQm3SXKI/AAAAAAAACG4/UjVP6SVtX2g/s72-c/lauryn+029.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8588501624699924859.post-8965185048025558753</id><published>2010-06-10T06:12:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T06:44:15.718-05:00</updated><title type='text'>GIVE AWAY!!!</title><content type='html'>Skin MD is having a give away. Just click on this link to try and win. Canadians can apply too!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.skinmdnatural.com/july-4-giveaway.php"&gt;http://www.skinmdnatural.com/july-4-giveaway.php&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is great stuff!! I hope you don't win so I can!! But give it a go anyway!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a name="fb_share" type="button_count" href="http://www.facebook.com/sharer.php"&gt;Share&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script src="http://static.ak.fbcdn.net/connect.php/js/FB.Share" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8588501624699924859-8965185048025558753?l=martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com/feeds/8965185048025558753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com/2010/06/give-away.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8588501624699924859/posts/default/8965185048025558753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8588501624699924859/posts/default/8965185048025558753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com/2010/06/give-away.html' title='GIVE AWAY!!!'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15010761948544697815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/SwHcJ56951I/AAAAAAAACEY/OBC-2cQ6I0g/S220/fat+gal+001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8588501624699924859.post-7972653353643218179</id><published>2010-06-09T09:46:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T10:03:22.434-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clothes'/><title type='text'>Don't look back!!</title><content type='html'>So a few weeks ago I was looking for some newer summer clothes. My husband calls me cheap. Cheap because I don't spend money on myself. Cheap because I spend money on other people, my kids, him, everything but myself. I haven't bought any new clothes in two years since the fire happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I decided that I was going to go and look around for some new stuff that might catch my eye for summer. I first went into &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Pennington's&lt;/span&gt;. I like their clothes, they wash up great for work and withstand the wear. Here is the thing though. Everything I tried on in there was so damn big that it looked sloppy. Even the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;XL&lt;/span&gt;. Trust me I am not that small and I know it but I think their sizes are bigger. or something. Because, there was no buying that stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even when I look in the mirror I see changes but I still see that fat person looking back. How do you change your self impression. When you don't see what others see? Why do women find it so hard to find the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;good&lt;/span&gt; in themselves or just not care what they appear like. most men don't. They don't have the self &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;consciousness&lt;/span&gt; that woman have. Some do. Most don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I plan on trying to turn my head to the fat person looking back, but it's going to be hard. We are so critical of ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It did feel good to know that I didn't &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to shop there anymore. I can go to a regular store and purchase something that might fit a bit better. But until then I'm happy with my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;XL&lt;/span&gt; and 2&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;XL&lt;/span&gt; old stuff. Call me cheap. or call me the girl working her way into that smaller size.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until then. I'm good. I am also happy that when I put my clothes on now, it isn't too tight, it isn't snug, and that most of it falls away from my body. Maybe with the new clothes I can shed that self &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;conscious&lt;/span&gt; behavior that clothes aren't suppose to be tight!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hmmmm&lt;/span&gt;....in the meantime though I won't be looking back at the fact that I don't HAVE to shop there again because I have no other options.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe my husband won't like the fact when I love myself more, that I might spend much more of our money on me..... after all don't I have to make up for lost time??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a name="fb_share" type="button_count" href="http://www.facebook.com/sharer.php"&gt;Share&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script src="http://static.ak.fbcdn.net/connect.php/js/FB.Share" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8588501624699924859-7972653353643218179?l=martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com/feeds/7972653353643218179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com/2010/06/dont-look-back.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8588501624699924859/posts/default/7972653353643218179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8588501624699924859/posts/default/7972653353643218179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com/2010/06/dont-look-back.html' title='Don&apos;t look back!!'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15010761948544697815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/SwHcJ56951I/AAAAAAAACEY/OBC-2cQ6I0g/S220/fat+gal+001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8588501624699924859.post-2449081074971487137</id><published>2010-06-09T05:50:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T06:36:14.706-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tyson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='soccor'/><title type='text'>All things soccor!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481468775769748578" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/TBIWzzsmtGI/AAAAAAAACHA/oL0wq2iUTDw/s320/soccor+ty+2010+002.JPG" /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;The day has finally come. The day that Tyson can start to play &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;soccer&lt;/span&gt;. He has been waiting to do some sort of activity that involved and organised sport. I am sure it has been because he watches his big brother go to basketball all the time and karate so he was just waiting for his turn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481468792869594066" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/TBIW0zZho9I/AAAAAAAACHQ/CDGc3VxKC5A/s320/soccor+ty+2010+013.JPG" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I am so glad that my children want to be so active. when I was a kid we played outside, rode bikes and all that kinda stuff but kids now a days want to be tied to a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;video game&lt;/span&gt;, computer or television.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Don't get me wrong my kids love all that stuff too, but I am glad that they also enjoy to do all the other things. Tyson would be outside all the time if he could. So here are a few pics of his first night at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;soccer&lt;/span&gt;. Dalton wasn't ugly even though he looks that way, he just forgot his hat and it was so bright and so hot!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Of course Auntie Ethel was there to support him in everything they do!! Thanks Auntie Ethel for the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;timbits&lt;/span&gt; and for just loving us unconditionally! We LOVE you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481471811105508658" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/TBIZkfNCzTI/AAAAAAAACHY/HLyUjcxN-20/s320/soccor+ty+2010+009.JPG" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Tonight he managed to get a goal and a SHINER! First ever for both. We don't know how but it must have been from an elbow, shoe or a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;soccor&lt;/span&gt; ball. At one point he thought he'd do a David &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Beckham&lt;/span&gt; but yeah....not so much!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481473984146148258" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/TBIbi-aTi6I/AAAAAAAACHo/lmM5_66shMM/s320/mandy+grad+002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Here he is sporting his shiner, a dirty face and the new short hair!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Great Job Ty Ty, we love you! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a name="fb_share" type="button_count" href="http://www.facebook.com/sharer.php"&gt;Share&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script src="http://static.ak.fbcdn.net/connect.php/js/FB.Share" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8588501624699924859-2449081074971487137?l=martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com/feeds/2449081074971487137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com/2010/06/all-things-soccor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8588501624699924859/posts/default/2449081074971487137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8588501624699924859/posts/default/2449081074971487137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com/2010/06/all-things-soccor.html' title='All things soccor!'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15010761948544697815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/SwHcJ56951I/AAAAAAAACEY/OBC-2cQ6I0g/S220/fat+gal+001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/TBIWzzsmtGI/AAAAAAAACHA/oL0wq2iUTDw/s72-c/soccor+ty+2010+002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8588501624699924859.post-2059481279981433102</id><published>2010-06-07T08:38:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T08:49:56.012-05:00</updated><title type='text'>back in the groove.</title><content type='html'>Even though I was having a hard go there for a while I have been back at it. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Journaling&lt;/span&gt; my food. Weighing, measuring making myself accountable. I have trying to get more activity in here and there but I am hoping that once school is done for the kids that we can spend more time at the parks, beach and in our own pool that it will be easier to get into. Tyson loves activity but gets bored with it very quickly. if we go to the school playground and he has Dalton to keep him busy and to play with he keeps his stamina going and I can walk on the track while they play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am back down to 206 but it makes me mad that I was so close to being out of the 200's and that I let stress and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;frustration&lt;/span&gt; get to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not anorexic. I am not &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;bulimic&lt;/span&gt;. But I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;defiantly&lt;/span&gt; know that I have issues with food. Issues in the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;sense&lt;/span&gt; that I think it is my friend that doesn't talk back. Comforts me when I need it. I need to start looking at it that it is a friendship that is killing me. And we all know when you have a friend like that in your life that makes you feel bad about yourself, makes you feel worse to be around in the long haul, kills your self esteem that you so get them out of your life. I can't get rid of the food, but I can certainly change my relationship with it. And that is what I plan on doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want my kids learning that food is their friend. To rely on it for comfort. I want them to be strong, and secure enough in themselves that they can deal with anything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a name="fb_share" type="button_count" href="http://www.facebook.com/sharer.php"&gt;Share&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script src="http://static.ak.fbcdn.net/connect.php/js/FB.Share" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8588501624699924859-2059481279981433102?l=martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com/feeds/2059481279981433102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com/2010/06/back-in-groove.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8588501624699924859/posts/default/2059481279981433102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8588501624699924859/posts/default/2059481279981433102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com/2010/06/back-in-groove.html' title='back in the groove.'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15010761948544697815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/SwHcJ56951I/AAAAAAAACEY/OBC-2cQ6I0g/S220/fat+gal+001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8588501624699924859.post-7358740489548850167</id><published>2010-05-21T09:05:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T06:37:59.882-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='walking'/><title type='text'>We've been at it.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/S_aTdyeKHzI/AAAAAAAACGg/E9ZH5m5oGFY/s1600/steph+%26+todd+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 162px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473724537089171250" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/S_aTdyeKHzI/AAAAAAAACGg/E9ZH5m5oGFY/s320/steph+%26+todd+2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So this is my friend &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Steph&lt;/span&gt;. And her wonderful husband Todd. We have know Todd since Dalton was a little over 8 months old. Way back when Darin worked at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Cooney&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is their wedding photo from last year. Last June to be exact. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Steph&lt;/span&gt; was absolutely beautiful. Todd didn't look too bad himself either. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Steph&lt;/span&gt; lost around (not sure exact) 60lbs for her wedding. She looked great. She always looks great though. She is the all around nice girl. I think she could get ugly if she tried. ( &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt; I know she is reading this) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Steph&lt;/span&gt; wasn't always the skinny girl. That is why she gets how hard it is. I adore them both. You have heard me talk about the baby that it coming, well  it is theirs. And since &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Steph&lt;/span&gt; is due is just a few days, we have been hard at it walking and trying to get that sweet baby going and ready to come. I can't wait to meet her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Todd and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Steph&lt;/span&gt; are just a little apprehensive about the whole thing but after all who is every ready until that baby actually gets here!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we'll keep walking and getting the baby ready and after that &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Steph&lt;/span&gt;, I look forward to walking with you and baby girl to get that body back. If you think your stride is slow now lord help me keeping up once you aren't carrying her!! We shed 10 minutes off our 5 km walk in just a couple days&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;UGGG&lt;/span&gt; ( just kidding) I love that you keep me motivated and moving. And besides it's a good excuse to love her up!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Walking just isn't the same or as much fun without you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a name="fb_share" type="button_count" href="http://www.facebook.com/sharer.php"&gt;Share&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script src="http://static.ak.fbcdn.net/connect.php/js/FB.Share" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8588501624699924859-7358740489548850167?l=martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com/feeds/7358740489548850167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com/2010/05/weve-been-at-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8588501624699924859/posts/default/7358740489548850167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8588501624699924859/posts/default/7358740489548850167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com/2010/05/weve-been-at-it.html' title='We&apos;ve been at it.'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15010761948544697815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/SwHcJ56951I/AAAAAAAACEY/OBC-2cQ6I0g/S220/fat+gal+001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/S_aTdyeKHzI/AAAAAAAACGg/E9ZH5m5oGFY/s72-c/steph+%26+todd+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8588501624699924859.post-8668719617099732210</id><published>2010-05-03T12:57:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T09:03:05.167-05:00</updated><title type='text'>How do you do it.....</title><content type='html'>I know I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;haven't&lt;/span&gt; posted much at all lately. it seems that I never have the time. It seems that we are so busy. But I wanna know how do you do it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read blogs. I read cookbooks. I am inspired by so many &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;people&lt;/span&gt; who have been and continue to be on this journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I wanna know... if you are so much like me and struggle with so many of the same issues... How do you....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get over seeing the "fat" person in the mirror&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Find the time for yourself when you have two kids doing their own activities that requires you to be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Work a full time job - shifts at that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;stick to it when you don't have all the support you need&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;avoid food when your mind tells you you need it the most even though you KNOW you don't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;change your thinking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;exercise - without taking away from your kids- your &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;responsibilities&lt;/span&gt; as a parent- losing sleep and effecting &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;everything&lt;/span&gt; else you do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;find the way to fill yourself with the healthy things and avoid the so called comfort foods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;be happy with yourself when you feel it isn't enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Not fall back.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stay focused on the life ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;These are the things that I have to think about everyday. I haven't been walking. I haven't been eating right. I have become &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;frustrated&lt;/span&gt;. I need to know how you just pick yourself up and keep going. I know I have to do it. I know &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;no one&lt;/span&gt; can do it for me. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The biggest thing that I do know..... is that I have to do it for this....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473720358449291698" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/S_aPqj0xobI/AAAAAAAACGY/dVZTg1htkQo/s320/p23122ta101215_11_1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And I guess if it means taking a little bit of time away from them, it will mean a whole lot of life for me to share with them. Also that I have to reach them how important it is to get fit and healthy and stay that way. So you can enjoy life and not be restricted by your body.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Someone told me once what a good mother they thought I was. I remember thinking. Really... am I? I look in the mirror and think. How can I be? Don't get me wrong. i think I am a good Mom but I don't lead by example. I nurture them and love them and teach them but I know I can do more. I have to just find that motivation to get going and stay that way.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a name="fb_share" type="button_count" href="http://www.facebook.com/sharer.php"&gt;Share&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script src="http://static.ak.fbcdn.net/connect.php/js/FB.Share" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8588501624699924859-8668719617099732210?l=martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com/feeds/8668719617099732210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com/2010/05/how-do-you-do-it.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8588501624699924859/posts/default/8668719617099732210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8588501624699924859/posts/default/8668719617099732210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com/2010/05/how-do-you-do-it.html' title='How do you do it.....'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15010761948544697815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/SwHcJ56951I/AAAAAAAACEY/OBC-2cQ6I0g/S220/fat+gal+001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/S_aPqj0xobI/AAAAAAAACGY/dVZTg1htkQo/s72-c/p23122ta101215_11_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8588501624699924859.post-3679796624546051629</id><published>2010-02-03T22:45:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T11:38:41.991-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Does 2 make a difference??</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;lost 2 lbs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does it make a difference?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;You bet it does.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I see it???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;NOPE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I feel it??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;NOPE, Not in my clothes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;How could it possibly make a difference then?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Oh baby!! My heart is all a flutter. I weigh 204. So close to being under 200. I feel great. I am not lethargic, sloppy, tired, I could go on but I'm good with just that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;So do I feel it?? Again I ask.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;YOU BET I DO!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a name="fb_share" type="button_count" href="http://www.facebook.com/sharer.php"&gt;Share&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script src="http://static.ak.fbcdn.net/connect.php/js/FB.Share" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8588501624699924859-3679796624546051629?l=martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com/feeds/3679796624546051629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com/2010/02/does-make-difference.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8588501624699924859/posts/default/3679796624546051629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8588501624699924859/posts/default/3679796624546051629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com/2010/02/does-make-difference.html' title='Does 2 make a difference??'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15010761948544697815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/SwHcJ56951I/AAAAAAAACEY/OBC-2cQ6I0g/S220/fat+gal+001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8588501624699924859.post-2872981421772562832</id><published>2010-01-31T22:44:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T09:55:36.995-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick Mom</title><content type='html'>Guess What??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am feeling good , Tyson is feeling better and I head out to work on my midnight shift. Hate midnights but manage through them. When all of the sudden I had the same feeling as Tyson...&lt;br /&gt;"I'm &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;gunna&lt;/span&gt; puke".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say the last place you want to be when that happens is at work. Where your stuck and can't go home till your eight hours are up. Mostly because you would have to call someone in at 3am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am dying.. and going to bed. I have to call my Mom though, Dalton is suppose to come home today and I hope she can keep him after church and since &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;tomorrow&lt;/span&gt; is a pa day keep him the night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a name="fb_share" type="button_count" href="http://www.facebook.com/sharer.php"&gt;Share&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script src="http://static.ak.fbcdn.net/connect.php/js/FB.Share" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8588501624699924859-2872981421772562832?l=martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com/feeds/2872981421772562832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com/2010/01/sick-mom.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8588501624699924859/posts/default/2872981421772562832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8588501624699924859/posts/default/2872981421772562832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com/2010/01/sick-mom.html' title='Sick Mom'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15010761948544697815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/SwHcJ56951I/AAAAAAAACEY/OBC-2cQ6I0g/S220/fat+gal+001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8588501624699924859.post-3706270028000661499</id><published>2010-01-29T22:44:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T09:51:55.121-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick boy</title><content type='html'>Today was an interesting day... &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Tyson&lt;/span&gt; was home from school today and being his normal run around, get into stuff, see if I can get Mom crazy self.....when all of the sudden he says to me...."Mom I'm &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;gunna&lt;/span&gt; puke!!" My reply was "run to the washroom...QUICK!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that he did. He got sick and then told me that he "peed out of his bum while he puked". I laughed but at the time he failed to see the humour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My little man was oh so sick for the whole rest of the day and half of Saturday. But he feels better now and I am happy about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even more happy that Dalton went to my brother's for the weekend so he won't get it!! I am hoping that he doesn't get it. He will miss his ski trip next week with school. He is gone to my brother's to head to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Toronto&lt;/span&gt; for the monster trucks. He got a ticket for Christmas from them. He was so excited to go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a name="fb_share" type="button_count" href="http://www.facebook.com/sharer.php"&gt;Share&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script src="http://static.ak.fbcdn.net/connect.php/js/FB.Share" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8588501624699924859-3706270028000661499?l=martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com/feeds/3706270028000661499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com/2010/01/sick-boy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8588501624699924859/posts/default/3706270028000661499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8588501624699924859/posts/default/3706270028000661499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com/2010/01/sick-boy.html' title='Sick boy'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15010761948544697815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/SwHcJ56951I/AAAAAAAACEY/OBC-2cQ6I0g/S220/fat+gal+001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8588501624699924859.post-7588707091629913071</id><published>2010-01-28T22:43:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T16:11:03.161-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Miss P</title><content type='html'>I am happy to report that Miss P has finally checked in and since she has started this journey with me she has lost 13 lbs. She is doing it the weight watchers route but she is doing a great job. It seems that she is swimming, going to curves, and generally just more active.&lt;br /&gt;So thanks for joining me Miss P, I can't wait till we shop for skinny jeans together!!&lt;br /&gt;WOOT WOOT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a name="fb_share" type="button_count" href="http://www.facebook.com/sharer.php"&gt;Share&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script src="http://static.ak.fbcdn.net/connect.php/js/FB.Share" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8588501624699924859-7588707091629913071?l=martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com/feeds/7588707091629913071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com/2010/01/miss-p.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8588501624699924859/posts/default/7588707091629913071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8588501624699924859/posts/default/7588707091629913071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com/2010/01/miss-p.html' title='Miss P'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15010761948544697815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/SwHcJ56951I/AAAAAAAACEY/OBC-2cQ6I0g/S220/fat+gal+001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8588501624699924859.post-2539747937299782511</id><published>2010-01-28T22:41:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T16:03:29.778-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bathroom'/><title type='text'>Here is the bathroom</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/S3xZeYwK0lI/AAAAAAAACGA/atX8QsWRp9g/s1600-h/017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439320828532150866" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/S3xZeYwK0lI/AAAAAAAACGA/atX8QsWRp9g/s320/017.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/S3xZeJ_-OcI/AAAAAAAACF4/g9Ca21Euk0Q/s1600-h/016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439320824571902402" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/S3xZeJ_-OcI/AAAAAAAACF4/g9Ca21Euk0Q/s320/016.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here it is, just not quite done. Lights are still on the floor and the painting needs a few touch ups but in general I am glad that it is done and ready to use. With 4 of us in the house two bathrooms can never be a bad thing! Especially when in a few years they will be teens!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a name="fb_share" type="button_count" href="http://www.facebook.com/sharer.php"&gt;Share&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script src="http://static.ak.fbcdn.net/connect.php/js/FB.Share" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8588501624699924859-2539747937299782511?l=martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com/feeds/2539747937299782511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com/2010/02/here-is-bathroom.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8588501624699924859/posts/default/2539747937299782511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8588501624699924859/posts/default/2539747937299782511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com/2010/02/here-is-bathroom.html' title='Here is the bathroom'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15010761948544697815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/SwHcJ56951I/AAAAAAAACEY/OBC-2cQ6I0g/S220/fat+gal+001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/S3xZeYwK0lI/AAAAAAAACGA/atX8QsWRp9g/s72-c/017.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8588501624699924859.post-3724937594355523253</id><published>2010-01-27T22:35:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T22:40:12.376-05:00</updated><title type='text'>NOT A stinking thing!</title><content type='html'>Not a thing lost this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My own fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't get my fanny moving too much.  I know I need to. We just were so busy this week getting stuff done and there didn't seem to be enough hours in the day. It isn't an excuse this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scott was here doing the tiles in the bathroom and the shower. And the mess was crazy. I would clean up everyday when I got home from work and then try to get the regular things done and go on the field trip skating and bowling with my kids classes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ugg&lt;/span&gt;. Not discouraged though just know that I have to make the time. I;m just as important as the kids and the house!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;know&lt;/span&gt; it but sometimes I think that sleep just needs to win!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a name="fb_share" type="button_count" href="http://www.facebook.com/sharer.php"&gt;Share&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script src="http://static.ak.fbcdn.net/connect.php/js/FB.Share" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8588501624699924859-3724937594355523253?l=martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com/feeds/3724937594355523253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com/2010/01/not-stinking-thing.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8588501624699924859/posts/default/3724937594355523253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8588501624699924859/posts/default/3724937594355523253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com/2010/01/not-stinking-thing.html' title='NOT A stinking thing!'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15010761948544697815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/SwHcJ56951I/AAAAAAAACEY/OBC-2cQ6I0g/S220/fat+gal+001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8588501624699924859.post-4930300846589699202</id><published>2010-01-24T22:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T22:35:18.507-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Supper visit!</title><content type='html'>Baby Belly!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Steph&lt;/span&gt; is getting a baby belly!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todd and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Steph&lt;/span&gt;, friends of ours came for supper tonight. We killed the guys at sequence. After supper. Too Funny!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are expecting a baby in the spring and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Steph&lt;/span&gt; is coming right along in the baby department. She and Todd are so excited to have a baby. They will make great parents, I just see how they are with my two terrors. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a great supper of turkey with all the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;fix ins&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;which&lt;/span&gt; make for great leftovers for the rest of the week while I'm at work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Todd and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Steph&lt;/span&gt; we had a great time. I can't believe that I forgot to look at those baby pics!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next time.&lt;br /&gt;Love &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ya's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a name="fb_share" type="button_count" href="http://www.facebook.com/sharer.php"&gt;Share&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script src="http://static.ak.fbcdn.net/connect.php/js/FB.Share" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8588501624699924859-4930300846589699202?l=martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com/feeds/4930300846589699202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com/2010/02/supper-visit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8588501624699924859/posts/default/4930300846589699202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8588501624699924859/posts/default/4930300846589699202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com/2010/02/supper-visit.html' title='Supper visit!'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15010761948544697815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/SwHcJ56951I/AAAAAAAACEY/OBC-2cQ6I0g/S220/fat+gal+001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8588501624699924859.post-5619283357652170715</id><published>2010-01-20T06:12:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T22:30:10.268-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dietician...</title><content type='html'>Today we saw a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;dietitian&lt;/span&gt; for Darin's &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;diabetes&lt;/span&gt;. We were &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;suppose&lt;/span&gt; to go a year ago but it just never happened. They never called. So it was off to go today. We learned a lot. He did. I have read all the books and know what he/ we should be doing. He had to track his meals for 4 days before he went to see her. 2 days I planned and 2 days he planned. She laughed and said to him.... Do you know what 2 says of meals that I am going to pick??&lt;br /&gt;Darin..... I dunno?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nurse.... it isn't the day with the clam chowder and a sleeve of white soda crackers or the day of Kraft dinner and 8 oz steak. Oh and no veggies to be seen..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darin... really?? Sounds good to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nurse.... I think that you should eat to what your wife makes you and kinda stick to that... maybe just maybe your blood sugar wouldn't be 22. Then she smiled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was how he appointment went. Explaining what he should and shouldn't eat. How much, when etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I just have to plan the week out a bit better and get rid of A LOT of stuff in my cupboards that he tends to grab for quick ,easy,and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;convenient&lt;/span&gt; snacks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We go back in the end of Feb to see how he makes out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a name="fb_share" type="button_count" href="http://www.facebook.com/sharer.php"&gt;Share&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script src="http://static.ak.fbcdn.net/connect.php/js/FB.Share" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8588501624699924859-5619283357652170715?l=martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com/feeds/5619283357652170715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com/2010/01/dietician.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8588501624699924859/posts/default/5619283357652170715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8588501624699924859/posts/default/5619283357652170715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com/2010/01/dietician.html' title='Dietician...'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15010761948544697815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/SwHcJ56951I/AAAAAAAACEY/OBC-2cQ6I0g/S220/fat+gal+001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8588501624699924859.post-5063966446294201450</id><published>2010-01-20T06:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T06:11:40.148-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The weigh in..</title><content type='html'>Was sceptical about it today because of the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Chinese&lt;/span&gt; food and the cake. For Mom's party. However. I didn't overeat. I had everything I wanted, and a piece of cake. So I was satisfied but hoped it would not show up today.&lt;br /&gt;Well. I lost a pound! Just one. One is better than nothing. Nothing... sucks. It happens but it sucks.&lt;br /&gt;1&lt;br /&gt;So happy that gets me down one more....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good bye one pound. Hate to lose and old friend but well you know.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEE YA!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a name="fb_share" type="button_count" href="http://www.facebook.com/sharer.php"&gt;Share&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script src="http://static.ak.fbcdn.net/connect.php/js/FB.Share" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8588501624699924859-5063966446294201450?l=martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com/feeds/5063966446294201450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com/2010/01/weigh-in.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8588501624699924859/posts/default/5063966446294201450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8588501624699924859/posts/default/5063966446294201450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com/2010/01/weigh-in.html' title='The weigh in..'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15010761948544697815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/SwHcJ56951I/AAAAAAAACEY/OBC-2cQ6I0g/S220/fat+gal+001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8588501624699924859.post-3378975909267773348</id><published>2010-01-18T05:58:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T06:05:26.428-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday MOM!!</title><content type='html'>Today is my Mom's 65&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Th&lt;/span&gt; Birthday. She has been looking forward to it for a couple if years now. Not looking forward to getting older but to the pension. She hasn't been able to work and Workers comp really screwed her so now she is finally entitled to the pension she paid into for so many years!&lt;br /&gt;So she deserves it! We are going out for supper then back to their house for cake and coffee. Yes, I will have cake but.... It will be small and after all it is carrot cake so it can't be all bad can it??? I hate to know.&lt;br /&gt;So, I love my Mom dearly and can't thank her enough for all she does for our family. The babysitting, the grandparents weekends, the get the kids to activities when Mom's at work, the call her up to vent, the can ya??, times I've called her. Just in general for being there and loving us as much as she possibly can!&lt;br /&gt;Even if she doesn't understand she might shake her head and make some dumb look but she'll always come through!&lt;br /&gt;WE LOVE YOU MOM! Happy Birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.s. Thanks for not telling us you won the cake on the radio!! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a name="fb_share" type="button_count" href="http://www.facebook.com/sharer.php"&gt;Share&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script src="http://static.ak.fbcdn.net/connect.php/js/FB.Share" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8588501624699924859-3378975909267773348?l=martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com/feeds/3378975909267773348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-birthday-mom.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8588501624699924859/posts/default/3378975909267773348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8588501624699924859/posts/default/3378975909267773348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-birthday-mom.html' title='Happy Birthday MOM!!'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15010761948544697815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/SwHcJ56951I/AAAAAAAACEY/OBC-2cQ6I0g/S220/fat+gal+001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8588501624699924859.post-556698614735834496</id><published>2010-01-13T12:56:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T13:00:50.742-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeah......off to a good start!!</title><content type='html'>So the scale was good to me this week. Or I was good to myself it depends on how you wanna look at it. I think the weigh in on Wednesdays will be a good thing. So even though, it has been9 days since my last scale date. I want to tell you!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;207 lbs!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that means... down again since before the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;splurge&lt;/span&gt;. Not that I am forgiving myself, just a learning experience on hard hard it is ti get back. We have to learn form example. Too bad I just learned from my own. But that's &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was one happy camper again this am!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woo hoot!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a name="fb_share" type="button_count" href="http://www.facebook.com/sharer.php"&gt;Share&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script src="http://static.ak.fbcdn.net/connect.php/js/FB.Share" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8588501624699924859-556698614735834496?l=martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com/feeds/556698614735834496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com/2010/01/yeahoff-to-good-start.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8588501624699924859/posts/default/556698614735834496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8588501624699924859/posts/default/556698614735834496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com/2010/01/yeahoff-to-good-start.html' title='Yeah......off to a good start!!'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15010761948544697815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/SwHcJ56951I/AAAAAAAACEY/OBC-2cQ6I0g/S220/fat+gal+001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8588501624699924859.post-57141287992285321</id><published>2010-01-09T10:05:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T10:22:10.121-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Changes</title><content type='html'>Isn't it funny when we find it easy to make poor choices but when it comes time to "change" the way we think all of the sudden you hear people say how hard it is?? It is hard, hard because we have to rethink the way we have made bad choices that got us here to begin with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband's Dr. visit wasn't as easy as mine. He was told if he doesn't get it together that he will soon have to start taking insulin. That is not what he wants and he is trying to make the change. It is harder for him because he loves all the things he cannot have. That and they are tainted with sugar. He has to make choices now based on circumstance not choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no doubt he will. He loves his kids too much not to . But I have told him for many years that the stuff he puts in his mouth will kill him. he hates the Dr. But now they are soon to be best friends. His blood sugar was 22. Normal is around 7. He has to get it together. This is the worst he has felt since I have known him. We go to the dietitian next week. I am looking forward to it for our entire family. I think it's about time we all get it together as a family instead of individually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note. I have managed to keep myself together. My Grandma is very ill and has been in the hospital for a week or so. I know that she is 84 and that he time is nearing an end. I was there to visit her this summer in Manitoba and I notice hos her body is failing her. I love her dearly and dread......"the call". I know she is ready. She told me. I know that it is what she wants. She told me. I just hate being here instead of there. It makes it hard. It is in the back of my head all day long eating at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I have managed to keep it together. Eating has been good and exercise is coming along. I hope this week we'll see a change in the scale again. I have changed my weigh in day to Wednesday as a suggestion from the doctor. Mondays were hard because of changing eating patterns to to shifts. So he suggested doing it on a day that my patterns are always the same. So Wednesdays seem to be a regular eating day always and give me a day between my midnights and evenings to get me back on track!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you are all having  a great weekend!! I think Tyson and I are going to go tobogganing!&lt;br /&gt;Have a good day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a name="fb_share" type="button_count" href="http://www.facebook.com/sharer.php"&gt;Share&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script src="http://static.ak.fbcdn.net/connect.php/js/FB.Share" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8588501624699924859-57141287992285321?l=martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com/feeds/57141287992285321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com/2010/01/life-changes.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8588501624699924859/posts/default/57141287992285321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8588501624699924859/posts/default/57141287992285321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com/2010/01/life-changes.html' title='Life Changes'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15010761948544697815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/SwHcJ56951I/AAAAAAAACEY/OBC-2cQ6I0g/S220/fat+gal+001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8588501624699924859.post-5902520149216401799</id><published>2010-01-06T15:59:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T16:06:14.861-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dr. visit.....</title><content type='html'>So I weighed in at the Dr. today. I was 210. I am &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; with that. Means I am back to 2 lbs. I am happy. Not so much happy but &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is looking at my Thyroid. I guess I took pills for this years ago but since Tyson I have kinda "forgot" about it. So he sent me home with a new prescription and a blood lab form.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now to get back on track and get some sense about this eating thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New year, New habits, New way of thinking!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are going to make the best of 2010 aren't we!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a name="fb_share" type="button_count" href="http://www.facebook.com/sharer.php"&gt;Share&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script src="http://static.ak.fbcdn.net/connect.php/js/FB.Share" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8588501624699924859-5902520149216401799?l=martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com/feeds/5902520149216401799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com/2010/01/dr-visit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8588501624699924859/posts/default/5902520149216401799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8588501624699924859/posts/default/5902520149216401799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com/2010/01/dr-visit.html' title='Dr. visit.....'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15010761948544697815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/SwHcJ56951I/AAAAAAAACEY/OBC-2cQ6I0g/S220/fat+gal+001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8588501624699924859.post-6893585992433746946</id><published>2010-01-05T02:37:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T03:09:13.449-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Accountablilty....</title><content type='html'>It means so much doesn't it??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am about to touch a couple of subjects that Ive encountered over the holidays that make me mad and others that make me wonder??? &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hmmm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First... Gastric Bypass...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have been effected by this stop reading now you might be totally &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;PO'd&lt;/span&gt; by my comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few of my in law's have had this done. I have to admit, that the effects have been &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;apparent&lt;/span&gt; in both cases. But after spending sometime with them over the holidays I have to wonder. I wonder how this effects their bodies. I wonder what exactly they have learned from their eating habits. ( Because from where I sat, it didn't seem like much) . I adore these people dearly and I don't want to hurt anyone but if you are in your midlife and feel like you have no other &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;recourse&lt;/span&gt; because of health and size and all the other effects that your &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Dr&lt;/span&gt; actually thinks it is a good idea than I can sympathize. However if you are in your 20's and just want the easy way out than I'm not so sure that I agree.&lt;br /&gt;From my perspective. And it is mine alone. I saw that the patterns of eating went from way over eating to eating non stop. I have to wonder. I have read lots on this subject and you can &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;stretch&lt;/span&gt; it out, in time. So if you have not learned anything from having to have it done that you now eat non stop and can't control it because you are always hungry then how has it helped you? Is there not some sort of counselling that should be required when you feel the need to alter you body in order to control your eating? The way I see it it just gives you another excuse to eat in a different way. Still garbage, still too much, but now instead of big meals....it's non stop still using the excuse your hungry.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry if I offend those of you who have been effected by this. I am sorry if your story is different. I hope it is.  I just think that if you want to lose weight you have to suffer the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;consequence&lt;/span&gt; of what you have done to your body in order to realize that only you can change the effects of the choices you made! it is how we learn. It shouldn't be easy. Easy is how we got FAT in the first place!&lt;br /&gt;So if your mad. I can't help that. People don't mind sharing their feelings with me. Vocally. I just have a little more respect for people by sharing here and if you don't like it leave. That simple. It's my opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second. Accountability. Funny word. Funny to me because if I fall off the food wagon... who am I accountable to?? You? I hope you all would leave inspiring &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;messages&lt;/span&gt; to get my *&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ss&lt;/span&gt; in gear. Which you do (thanks so much) I appreciate it greatly. I wish that I had someone that lived close to me that could walk with me. Take time to kick my *ss in gear. I work shifts, it's hard. I have small kids, it's hard. It is bad weather, it's hard. I can make excuses all day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have gained another 2 lbs this week. It's depressing. I can overcome this now that life is back to normal. But how do we learn to manage? How do we find the momentum to kick ourselves in the fanny to get our stuff together. It's mental thinking. I know. Finding that thing that fits!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look forward to june for so many reasons! A friend is having a baby. She will be on maturnity. I am looking forward to seeing/ meeting that baby.. pushing that stroller and getting her/his mommy over or me there for walks in the nice warm fresh air! HINT HINT!! I know she will want to be getting back on track to so with her off which normally she works shifts it will be a buit easier for us to go together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday I go to the Dr. Nothing wrong...no gastric bypass in sight...lol ! Just the physical I have been putting off since Tyson was born four years ago. So maybe I will make that a new starting point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm.... Accountabilty. Thing is guess if I don't take control of my own accountability then I have no one to blame but myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any ideas on how to keep yourself accountable other than blogging? How do you keep on track? I read you blogs, I know what you tell us. Any secrets methods you have that you don't share. You would think that the joy of the scale and smaller pants would be enough? Why is it that food fills such a void.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugg you could go crazy going around and around about it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great day! See you tommorrow after the DR!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look forward to your comments on this not so light subject. What do you think??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a name="fb_share" type="button_count" href="http://www.facebook.com/sharer.php"&gt;Share&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script src="http://static.ak.fbcdn.net/connect.php/js/FB.Share" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8588501624699924859-6893585992433746946?l=martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com/feeds/6893585992433746946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com/2010/01/accountablilty.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8588501624699924859/posts/default/6893585992433746946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8588501624699924859/posts/default/6893585992433746946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com/2010/01/accountablilty.html' title='Accountablilty....'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15010761948544697815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/SwHcJ56951I/AAAAAAAACEY/OBC-2cQ6I0g/S220/fat+gal+001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8588501624699924859.post-6989810344379112647</id><published>2009-12-30T11:28:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T11:35:43.338-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yuk food'/><title type='text'>How have you all made out??</title><content type='html'>Sorry for not posting...or posting so late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that you all made it through the holidays. I did &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt;. I was proud of myself for the most part. I had a couple of rough and rocky days where the temptation took over but I am not taking advantage and giving up. I am getting back on track and getting back into the groove of everyday life again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So over the holidays I gained 1.5 pounds bringing me back up to 209.5. I'm &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt; with that. I didn't exercise and was very busy the entire time with &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;temptation&lt;/span&gt; and food everywhere. I don't want to beat myself up over it so I'll just be proud that it wasn't more and just go back to doing  what works and feels better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cruddy food makes me feel just that cruddy. Tastes good and makes you feel better at the time because your brain tells you you want it. Truth is it's just telling you ,you do want it but are going to pay for it later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So back to the good eating mode, the water drinking mode, and the moving mode. How did you all make out over the holidays??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a name="fb_share" type="button_count" href="http://www.facebook.com/sharer.php"&gt;Share&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script src="http://static.ak.fbcdn.net/connect.php/js/FB.Share" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8588501624699924859-6989810344379112647?l=martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com/feeds/6989810344379112647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com/2009/12/how-have-you-all-made-out.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8588501624699924859/posts/default/6989810344379112647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8588501624699924859/posts/default/6989810344379112647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com/2009/12/how-have-you-all-made-out.html' title='How have you all made out??'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15010761948544697815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/SwHcJ56951I/AAAAAAAACEY/OBC-2cQ6I0g/S220/fat+gal+001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8588501624699924859.post-67969391567822418</id><published>2009-12-18T11:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T11:04:25.019-05:00</updated><title type='text'>am I really??</title><content type='html'>1 more... gone forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew it wouldn't be good but I am still happy with 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 pound is better than +1. So I'm good with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas is a week away and I haven't gained so I can live with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Especially since I have snuck in a few treats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I have to realize that a few are not failure but just not a fall back either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to learn how to live life and be successful at this in order to make it a new lifestyle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anyone can do it, I can. I will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you figure i I read it back enough times I will??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I the only one that struggles with this. I know I am not. I often wonder though how we ever began to think it was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt; to begin with??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a name="fb_share" type="button_count" href="http://www.facebook.com/sharer.php"&gt;Share&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script src="http://static.ak.fbcdn.net/connect.php/js/FB.Share" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8588501624699924859-67969391567822418?l=martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com/feeds/67969391567822418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com/2009/12/am-i-really.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8588501624699924859/posts/default/67969391567822418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8588501624699924859/posts/default/67969391567822418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com/2009/12/am-i-really.html' title='am I really??'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15010761948544697815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/SwHcJ56951I/AAAAAAAACEY/OBC-2cQ6I0g/S220/fat+gal+001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8588501624699924859.post-7434284130882837549</id><published>2009-12-14T08:35:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T08:59:26.233-05:00</updated><title type='text'>it must be christmas!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;It must be getting closer to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt;. I didn't think that I had time to do much before but now it seems even less.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I often wonder how lazy I was before I had kids. I was either lazy or had way too much time on my hands and just didn't know what to do with it. Anyway, over the past week this is what I have been up to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Monday, Christmas luncheon for work. I enjoyed a seafood wrap and a nice salad for lunch it was all really good and could fit it into my budget for just under 450 &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;calories&lt;/span&gt;. A lot for lunch but I made it fit into my day with and egg white &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;omelet&lt;/span&gt; for breakfast and a chicken salad for supper. It was all good and totally worth it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Tuesday, early am, kids off to school. Had CPI at 1200pm so I didn't have much time to do anything before work today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Wednesday was my day off but I so totally missed it. I was so busy running around getting all my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt; stuff completed so that I didn't have to go back into and mall or store other than the grocery store for &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;necessities&lt;/span&gt;. Thank goodness. I hate waiting 30 &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;minutes&lt;/span&gt; to check out for just a few things and that is how it goes &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;at&lt;/span&gt; the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;walmart&lt;/span&gt; here. It sucks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Thursday, I wrapped presents. Almost all done but not quite yet. then went to work and spend 6 1/2 hours at the hospital with one of my people from work. All for nothing he had to go back on Friday for the same thing!! It is so hard to plan ahead for these types of things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Friday was a total waste. I went to work for a staff meeting at 1pm. Ended up going to that appointment at the hospital with my individual. Then as he finished another person from where I work brought another individual I support to the hospital because he was quite sick as well. So I had to stay with him. Well, I couldn't leave him alone at all because he was so sick and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;uncompliant&lt;/span&gt; and he didn't want to come with me to do anything. IE eat. So we waited. We waited 6 hours to be seen by a Dr. Then he was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;immediately&lt;/span&gt; admitted. then I couldn't leave him for one &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;second&lt;/span&gt; because he was trying to pull the iv out even though he so &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;desperately&lt;/span&gt; needed it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;To make a long story short, I finished work, Saturday morning at 830am!! Yes that's right went &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt; at 1 finished sat at 8:30. Wanna know what I had for supper, a snickers bar and a coffee at 1130pm. Nice eh. It was all the nurse could round up. The kitchen and all the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;cafeteria's&lt;/span&gt; were closed at 8pm. But I was so preoccupied with the person I was with it totally slipped my mind. If I knew that I was going to be there &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sooooo&lt;/span&gt; long I could have prepared better but who knew.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Regardless&lt;/span&gt; once I got home, guess what, Dalton was so sick that I ended up going right back to the hospital &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; was there until 2pm. I should just have them give me a bed there! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;He is better now and on the mend but home from school today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Sunday, baked in the am, went to church had company mid afternoon and in the evening! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;So I think I will be glad to settle down now. Get back to the things I need to be doing! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;So today is weigh in day and once I eat and shower I will get to it. I am hoping for the best but expecting the worst. especially after that snickers supper. I don't even really like snickers that was the worst part! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;We'll see what the scale tells us after. How has your holidays been so far??? Ad busy as mine??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a name="fb_share" type="button_count" href="http://www.facebook.com/sharer.php"&gt;Share&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script src="http://static.ak.fbcdn.net/connect.php/js/FB.Share" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8588501624699924859-7434284130882837549?l=martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com/feeds/7434284130882837549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com/2009/12/it-must-be-christmas.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8588501624699924859/posts/default/7434284130882837549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8588501624699924859/posts/default/7434284130882837549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com/2009/12/it-must-be-christmas.html' title='it must be christmas!!'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15010761948544697815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/SwHcJ56951I/AAAAAAAACEY/OBC-2cQ6I0g/S220/fat+gal+001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8588501624699924859.post-7593497598110007535</id><published>2009-12-07T10:19:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T10:24:52.158-05:00</updated><title type='text'>2 more</title><content type='html'>So this weekend we were out &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt;!! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ALOT&lt;/span&gt;!! and you eat what is offered but you try to eat wisely and try to guess and think out your calories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt; I think that I can finally handle the holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made 8 dozen chocolate cookies and ate 1. I was happy. I made 64 peanut butter balls and ate 1. Again I was happy. I made a point of eating them the day after I made then to fight off the temptation. It worked. After one I was satisfied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today was a bit of a monumental moment. 2 more pounds gone forever. bringing the total to ....drum roll please.... 209 which exactly 20 pounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Yay&lt;/span&gt; me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I proved I can handle the holidays so far. but I'm sure it will be a piece of cake....er...celery!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about you guys are you making out &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; so far??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a name="fb_share" type="button_count" href="http://www.facebook.com/sharer.php"&gt;Share&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script src="http://static.ak.fbcdn.net/connect.php/js/FB.Share" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8588501624699924859-7593497598110007535?l=martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com/feeds/7593497598110007535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com/2009/12/2-more.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8588501624699924859/posts/default/7593497598110007535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8588501624699924859/posts/default/7593497598110007535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com/2009/12/2-more.html' title='2 more'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15010761948544697815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/SwHcJ56951I/AAAAAAAACEY/OBC-2cQ6I0g/S220/fat+gal+001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8588501624699924859.post-4827682142415792347</id><published>2009-12-02T10:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T10:18:38.788-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teacher'/><title type='text'>Mix97 | Teacher of the Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.mix97.com/teacher.php"&gt;Mix97 Teacher of the Week&lt;/a&gt;: "Mrs. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Zennette&lt;/span&gt; is such a wonderful person. I appreciate her kindness for the children she teaches. She makes it a point of making each and every one of her students to feel great about themselves. She not only teaches them the literal teachings of school but the kindness, self esteem and love that helps to make this world a better place. I wish all teachers could have the passion that Nicole brings to work with her each day.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for touching our kids hearts and minds ,Nicole you are one special woman!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was the nomination letter that we sent into Mix 97 for 12 full weeks. Finally she was picked this am. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Dalton&lt;/span&gt; was so thrilled. She isn't Dalton's teacher anymore she was his teacher from last year. But he loves her so much that he has nominated her every &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;week&lt;/span&gt; since the first day of the contest in September.&lt;br /&gt;Nicole has changed schools now and no longer teaches at Dalton's current school. I hope that she comes back over the next two years. She has that option and I hope she does. As do so many other parents. I posted it on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;face book&lt;/span&gt; and there were many comments from the parents of our school so happy that she won!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Nicole's&lt;/span&gt; mom does teach at Dalton's school still and came up to him and gave him a little hug and thanked him for making her daughter fell like the most &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;important&lt;/span&gt; person ever! Dalton was so happy.&lt;br /&gt;Nicole also called ( still crying) after she heard Dalton on the radio talking about how great she was. And begged her to come back. Her birthday is next &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt; and he has something special also planned for her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that made Dalton's day. He was walking around with a smile all day. I also want to add that her dad won a few weeks ago and Dalton said at the radio..."seriously, Mr &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;LeSage&lt;/span&gt;! What does he need flower's for!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kids ya gotta &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;love'em&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a name="fb_share" type="button_count" href="http://www.facebook.com/sharer.php"&gt;Share&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script src="http://static.ak.fbcdn.net/connect.php/js/FB.Share" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8588501624699924859-4827682142415792347?l=martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com/feeds/4827682142415792347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com/2009/12/mix97-teacher-of-week.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8588501624699924859/posts/default/4827682142415792347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8588501624699924859/posts/default/4827682142415792347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com/2009/12/mix97-teacher-of-week.html' title='Mix97 | Teacher of the Week'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15010761948544697815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/SwHcJ56951I/AAAAAAAACEY/OBC-2cQ6I0g/S220/fat+gal+001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8588501624699924859.post-594004634684512765</id><published>2009-12-01T11:37:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T10:05:16.093-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weigh in'/><title type='text'>1 lb....</title><content type='html'>1lb...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lousey&lt;/span&gt; pound. You eat so well and drink your water and that is all you get???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is that how I feel NOPE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am glad at least it's something!! Woo &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hoo&lt;/span&gt; me! I have to admit I was a little disappointed at first and it took me a few minutes of thinking and not going to the fridge or cupboard. But then I thought about it and realized that I didn't get this way overnight and it isn't going to come off that quick either. I have just been spoiled over the last five weeks with the rapid drop that it finally &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;caught&lt;/span&gt; up with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I am good with that. I am happy. 1 pound I'll take and be just as happy as if it was a 5!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Woot&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hoo&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking positive that next week might be another ...... at least 1!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a name="fb_share" type="button_count" href="http://www.facebook.com/sharer.php"&gt;Share&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script src="http://static.ak.fbcdn.net/connect.php/js/FB.Share" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8588501624699924859-594004634684512765?l=martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com/feeds/594004634684512765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com/2009/12/1-lb.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8588501624699924859/posts/default/594004634684512765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8588501624699924859/posts/default/594004634684512765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com/2009/12/1-lb.html' title='1 lb....'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15010761948544697815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/SwHcJ56951I/AAAAAAAACEY/OBC-2cQ6I0g/S220/fat+gal+001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8588501624699924859.post-6431710768132947617</id><published>2009-11-29T08:20:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T22:24:59.543-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='workout'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='email'/><title type='text'>Santa emails????</title><content type='html'>Have you seen or heard about the Santa email?? Santa will send your child a personalized email in regards to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt;. It is really cool. You upload your &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;child's&lt;/span&gt; picture and age, eye colour and a gift that he/she wants. Your postal code . Santa shows the child where the north pole is and how far it is to your house. He shows their picture in the naughty and nice book. And points out that he knows what your child wants for &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dalton is at the age where he kinda believes but isn't sure, He got an email and was amazed at how he knew the stuff he did. But then he saw Tyson's and said "you had something to do with this didn't you?" I said I just gave him the email addresses he did the rest. So he is still unsure.&lt;br /&gt;Tyson watched his 4 times he was amazed. He sat and watched intently. I'm not sure if it was because Santa is totally snowballed on his behavior and told him he was good or just the email message itself. It is called Santa's &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;PNP&lt;/span&gt;. Here he was watching with Daddy. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Over'n&lt;/span&gt;' over.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/SxPHiHRyS-I/AAAAAAAACFw/FWyQWbY9k68/s1600/christmas+stuff+2009+006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409886966285224930" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/SxPHiHRyS-I/AAAAAAAACFw/FWyQWbY9k68/s320/christmas+stuff+2009+006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/SxPHh7UCdjI/AAAAAAAACFo/m2CKpbxkUHM/s1600/christmas+stuff+2009+007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409886963073447474" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/SxPHh7UCdjI/AAAAAAAACFo/m2CKpbxkUHM/s320/christmas+stuff+2009+007.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Tomorrow&lt;/span&gt; is weigh in day. I 'm sure I'll be &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt; but I really have to try to get some more activity into my Day. I hate to do it before I go to bed at night but I am starting to think that I am going to have to to fit it in. I find I don't settle in as well after working up a sweat!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ugg&lt;/span&gt; how do we make the day longer??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For anyone interested.... the page to get to SANTA EMAILS IS.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://santa.sympatico.ca/"&gt;http://santa.sympatico.ca&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;give it a try your kids will love it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a name="fb_share" type="button_count" href="http://www.facebook.com/sharer.php"&gt;Share&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script src="http://static.ak.fbcdn.net/connect.php/js/FB.Share" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8588501624699924859-6431710768132947617?l=martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com/feeds/6431710768132947617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com/2009/11/santa-emails.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8588501624699924859/posts/default/6431710768132947617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8588501624699924859/posts/default/6431710768132947617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com/2009/11/santa-emails.html' title='Santa emails????'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15010761948544697815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/SwHcJ56951I/AAAAAAAACEY/OBC-2cQ6I0g/S220/fat+gal+001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/SxPHiHRyS-I/AAAAAAAACFw/FWyQWbY9k68/s72-c/christmas+stuff+2009+006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8588501624699924859.post-4113892577726832578</id><published>2009-11-28T22:15:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T10:31:25.299-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas tree'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dalton'/><title type='text'>Kids..... christmas...</title><content type='html'>It is hard to believe that we influence our children as much as we do. I am amazed some days at the things that Tyson spits out. I know that he has heard it somewhere or is repeating what he has heard someone say. Sometimes I laugh and sometimes I just have to bite my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;tongue&lt;/span&gt; because it is funny but not for a four year old to be have it coming out of his mouth. Then I have to remind myself that he doesn't &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;understand&lt;/span&gt; what he is saying and correct him or give him a warning on his behavior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite holiday of the year is Christmas. It was my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;birthday&lt;/span&gt; but that sucks now for so many reasons, I hate to bring them up. Regardless, we took the boys out for a drive tonight to see all the Christmas lights. I only have one more weekend off before &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt;. And I work a LOT of evenings. Works for our family. While we were out, Dalton asked about our &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt; tree. So we went looking for them while we were out. We didn't end up getting one tonight, but Dalton did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is nine now and wanted a tree for his room. A real tree!! I thought &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i'd&lt;/span&gt; die laughing. He went into home depot and bought himself one. Then asked his Dad to take him to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;dollarama&lt;/span&gt; to get some decorations and lights for it. So he did. Shaking his head, but he did it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dalton came right home and decorated it up and put it on his desk. Darin whispered to me that night after the kids went to bed. Looks like a Charlie Brown tree but he loves it!!He plugs it in as soon as he gets up in the morning and when he gets home from school. What a kid. he's his &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Mommy's&lt;/span&gt; boy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/SxPGcUYm3uI/AAAAAAAACFg/0jBfOYUV3c8/s1600/christmas+stuff+2009+008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409885767212654306" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/SxPGcUYm3uI/AAAAAAAACFg/0jBfOYUV3c8/s320/christmas+stuff+2009+008.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/SxPGcKAvpRI/AAAAAAAACFY/wYa_IPnlQKk/s1600/christmas+stuff+2009+009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409885764428211474" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/SxPGcKAvpRI/AAAAAAAACFY/wYa_IPnlQKk/s320/christmas+stuff+2009+009.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;we'll&lt;/span&gt; probably get a tree &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;tomorrow&lt;/span&gt; after church. We'll see. Are you all starting to prepare for Christmas at your homes??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a name="fb_share" type="button_count" href="http://www.facebook.com/sharer.php"&gt;Share&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script src="http://static.ak.fbcdn.net/connect.php/js/FB.Share" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8588501624699924859-4113892577726832578?l=martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com/feeds/4113892577726832578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com/2009/11/kids-christmas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8588501624699924859/posts/default/4113892577726832578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8588501624699924859/posts/default/4113892577726832578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com/2009/11/kids-christmas.html' title='Kids..... christmas...'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15010761948544697815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/SwHcJ56951I/AAAAAAAACEY/OBC-2cQ6I0g/S220/fat+gal+001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/SxPGcUYm3uI/AAAAAAAACFg/0jBfOYUV3c8/s72-c/christmas+stuff+2009+008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8588501624699924859.post-8816725624924231086</id><published>2009-11-27T22:14:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T22:39:12.267-05:00</updated><title type='text'>seriously.....</title><content type='html'>Don't ya wanna just punch somebody when they note what your eating???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided to have pizza for supper &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;tonight&lt;/span&gt;. We were rushing and needing to get things done. I was starving. I mean tummy growling starving. Not good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I ate one piece. Not so good for the healthy eating, I know but better than burgers and fries. Then still hungry. Ate another. Then my (not so) better half , says " isn't that enough?", "not really part of the diet is it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you ever want to just smack someone? He came close. I wouldn't but Jeez. I have been so good. I was done. I had been good all day and only went over my calories by 149. I just wanted to reach across grab his shirt and say.....REALLY??? Have you looked in the mirror lately. Are you some kinda perfect?? Did I miss something??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who know me.. your shocked aren't you. I was good. I refrained from slapping and commenting and just walked away. So NOT me!! Really I wouldn't have slapped him but &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ohh&lt;/span&gt; his is so lucky I was quiet! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just for note though, I was up sick at 3:30am so it so wasn't worth it!! But I wouldn't dare tell him that!! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ahhhh&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Rolaids&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SMACK !!! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a name="fb_share" type="button_count" href="http://www.facebook.com/sharer.php"&gt;Share&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script src="http://static.ak.fbcdn.net/connect.php/js/FB.Share" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8588501624699924859-8816725624924231086?l=martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com/feeds/8816725624924231086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com/2009/11/seriously.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8588501624699924859/posts/default/8816725624924231086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8588501624699924859/posts/default/8816725624924231086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com/2009/11/seriously.html' title='seriously.....'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15010761948544697815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/SwHcJ56951I/AAAAAAAACEY/OBC-2cQ6I0g/S220/fat+gal+001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8588501624699924859.post-5660929198652615316</id><published>2009-11-26T07:25:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T07:38:58.318-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='266'/><title type='text'>Congrats 266</title><content type='html'>I am a regular reader of a blog called 266. This wonderful woman has reached a great &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;mild stone&lt;/span&gt; in her blogging with her readers. She has reached 100 readers. Not to mention all the while losing a pile of weight.&lt;br /&gt;So in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;commemoration&lt;/span&gt; of this she is doing a not so give away give away. She is donating a $1.00 if you leave a comment on her blog and $1.00 if you leave a link back to her blog from yours. These donations will help to feed the homeless in her community.&lt;br /&gt;So because I am so proud of her and think that it is a great thing she is doing. Here is the link so you can help her out. She does have a limit for her donation ( which I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;understand&lt;/span&gt;, all to well. Because of the economy) but the way I see it she is changing people's l&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ives&lt;/span&gt; one person at a time. And for that alone, I am proud to be a part if it.&lt;br /&gt;So here is the link to her blog. Please leave a comment and link back to her blog too so you can do your part in helping her pay it forward!&lt;br /&gt;So congrats &lt;a href="http://266-twosixtysix.blogspot.com/"&gt;266&lt;/a&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just click on &lt;a href="http://266-twosixtysix.blogspot.com/"&gt;266&lt;/a&gt; and it will send you right to her blog!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a name="fb_share" type="button_count" href="http://www.facebook.com/sharer.php"&gt;Share&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script src="http://static.ak.fbcdn.net/connect.php/js/FB.Share" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8588501624699924859-5660929198652615316?l=martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com/feeds/5660929198652615316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com/2009/11/congrats-266.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8588501624699924859/posts/default/5660929198652615316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8588501624699924859/posts/default/5660929198652615316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com/2009/11/congrats-266.html' title='Congrats 266'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15010761948544697815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/SwHcJ56951I/AAAAAAAACEY/OBC-2cQ6I0g/S220/fat+gal+001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8588501624699924859.post-1864627145201641844</id><published>2009-11-25T07:39:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T07:52:30.326-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Learning a new way.</title><content type='html'>For a long as I can remember, I have always &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;subdued&lt;/span&gt; things with food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;upset = eat&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;pain =  eat&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;things not going good = eat&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;family issues = eat&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;anything stress = eat&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;bored = eat&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;sad = eat&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;I can't remember doing anything else but eating to manage things. So today is the day. I am not going to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;succumb&lt;/span&gt; to pressure and the regular bad habit I once would just let myself fall into. It's easier to fall back into a pattern again but I won't.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Darin will soon be laid off and with Christmas coming it becomes a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;stressful&lt;/span&gt; time. Money isn't the problem we will be fine until his unemployment comes in. He is home and unhappy about it ( even though he gets tons done and gets to spend time with Ty, that part he loves) and today was just the beginning. It was a hard morning. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have been so busy and just haven't gotten around to a few thing he would like and that started the day off to a rough start. Thing settled after a bit but it would have been quite easy to fall back. This isn't about anyone but me. Time for me. Time to find me again. Time for Mom to start looking after MOM.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;TIME FOR MOM TO BE HAPPY AND HEALTHY.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Therefore I WON"T fall back.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Did I make myself clear?? I won't!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There is a better way I just have to learn it. And I can and will.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Food is NOT my friend is is a way to keep me nourished and healthy only.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a name="fb_share" type="button_count" href="http://www.facebook.com/sharer.php"&gt;Share&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script src="http://static.ak.fbcdn.net/connect.php/js/FB.Share" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8588501624699924859-1864627145201641844?l=martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com/feeds/1864627145201641844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com/2009/11/learning-new-way.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8588501624699924859/posts/default/1864627145201641844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8588501624699924859/posts/default/1864627145201641844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com/2009/11/learning-new-way.html' title='Learning a new way.'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15010761948544697815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/SwHcJ56951I/AAAAAAAACEY/OBC-2cQ6I0g/S220/fat+gal+001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8588501624699924859.post-1077837628691636855</id><published>2009-11-24T10:50:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T10:56:32.580-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='measure'/><title type='text'>measure......measure...measure...</title><content type='html'>So I measured myself this morning. I have lost 4 inches overall. I thought it would be more the way my pants feel but nope. I'm happy with that so I'm not complaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent most of the day cleaning up my sad affair of a house so that I can get some decorations up this weekend. I find that when I work nights everything sacrifices. The house, the sleep, the patience. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ugg&lt;/span&gt; glad they are over for another 3 weeks. I know they say it takes years off your life. I believe it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;tomorrow&lt;/span&gt; is Thanksgiving for all my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;American&lt;/span&gt; friends. Happy &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Thanksgiving&lt;/span&gt;. Enjoy your day and try to stick to the plan. You can do it. Thanksgiving is being thankful for the family, friends and your life. YOUR LIFE!! Eating tons of stuff that will make you feel like crap in the long run is what got us here in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy your day and indulge a little but remember Christmas is not that far away!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have A Great Day!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a name="fb_share" type="button_count" href="http://www.facebook.com/sharer.php"&gt;Share&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script src="http://static.ak.fbcdn.net/connect.php/js/FB.Share" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8588501624699924859-1077837628691636855?l=martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com/feeds/1077837628691636855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com/2009/11/measuremeasuremeasure.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8588501624699924859/posts/default/1077837628691636855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8588501624699924859/posts/default/1077837628691636855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com/2009/11/measuremeasuremeasure.html' title='measure......measure...measure...'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15010761948544697815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/SwHcJ56951I/AAAAAAAACEY/OBC-2cQ6I0g/S220/fat+gal+001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8588501624699924859.post-196731551175454006</id><published>2009-11-23T00:23:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T00:41:04.199-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cookbook'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weigh in'/><title type='text'>Weigh in Day....</title><content type='html'>So with working nights and everything being backwards this week I was a bit concerned on how things were looking. Scale wise but.......It was good. I weighed in this am at 212 lbs. Woo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Hoo&lt;/span&gt; I was/ am thrilled about that. That is a total of 17 lbs in 5 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't measure myself though today. I was too tired and once I got the kids off to school. I dragged my fanny into bed. I slept or tried to sleep today but I really only got about 4 hours of solid sleep. The rest I just laid there. I hate that. Tomorrow Ty is home so I will have sometime to get that measuring in. Kinda sorta. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Hmmm&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My biggest thing is I haven't had any "exercise" of sorta to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;think of&lt;/span&gt;. I have to be more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;diligent&lt;/span&gt; to fit that in but when everything goes backwards with nights it seems hard to get it in. I could give up more sleep but if healthy is the way to be that isn't really an option now is it. One more night then afternoons the rest of the week so even if I only get in my 30 day shred I will be happy with that. 30 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt; of "Hard" work and I can at least say that I "did" some exercise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you tried that Jillian &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Micheal's&lt;/span&gt; 30day shred?? You wanna work out. Try that. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Ugg&lt;/span&gt; for the first few days. Better now but still hard to find the energy, even though I have more, to fit it in on nights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you haven't tried &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Spark people&lt;/span&gt; I suggest that too. I love the fact that I can journal my food, keep track automatically and am accountable like a bank book. I credit some of that to my success. I think that is why it takes time to learn to eat properly again. Try it. If you haven't I like it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there any suggestions like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;spark people&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Jillian's&lt;/span&gt; 30 day shred that you have that you haven't mentioned on your blogs??  What has been the best part of assisting you on your journey?? Is it...exercise, the support, the food journals, your family, what is it?? Care to share??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh one more thing, made the salsa chicken from &lt;a href="http://priorfatgirl.com/"&gt;The prior fat girl &lt;/a&gt;cookbook!! Tonight for supper, just tweaked it a bit!! LOVED it!! Have you got  your cookbook yet?? Stop by and see Jen and get yours now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a name="fb_share" type="button_count" href="http://www.facebook.com/sharer.php"&gt;Share&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script src="http://static.ak.fbcdn.net/connect.php/js/FB.Share" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8588501624699924859-196731551175454006?l=martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com/feeds/196731551175454006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com/2009/11/weigh-in-day.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8588501624699924859/posts/default/196731551175454006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8588501624699924859/posts/default/196731551175454006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com/2009/11/weigh-in-day.html' title='Weigh in Day....'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15010761948544697815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/SwHcJ56951I/AAAAAAAACEY/OBC-2cQ6I0g/S220/fat+gal+001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8588501624699924859.post-942656732593347366</id><published>2009-11-22T03:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T04:10:54.097-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wiegh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='measure'/><title type='text'>pics as promised and the SCALE!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/SwpO1e3d9eI/AAAAAAAACFQ/RNIMcCJW-zc/s1600/house+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407220983337448930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/SwpO1e3d9eI/AAAAAAAACFQ/RNIMcCJW-zc/s320/house+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/SwpO1KsOWiI/AAAAAAAACFI/h0Zli0dPbgA/s1600/house+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407220977921579554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/SwpO1KsOWiI/AAAAAAAACFI/h0Zli0dPbgA/s320/house+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are the pics of my house as I said the top one is without the flash. It glows in the dark. In the bedrooms and living area you don't need lights on because it glows like a night club inside. We don't even needs lights on for the back deck it lights it up too! My boys think it's COOL!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The bottom is with the flash on it doesn't have the same effect but you get the point. You can see the house 2 blocks away. I like it. I like it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;a lot&lt;/span&gt;!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The SCALE....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The dreaded scale.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I try to stay away from it. People have told me that they weigh &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;themselves&lt;/span&gt; a couple of times a week, others tell me they weigh &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;themselves&lt;/span&gt; once a month. I like the once a week method. Same approximate time. Same day. No confusion. I think I will begin to measure once a month staring tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I could easily get discouraged if I weighed myself every few days with no results. Don't get me wrong. If it works for you, good stuff.  I know for me it spells disaster. If I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;was&lt;/span&gt; to weigh in and gain then I would know why and spend the next few days until I weighed in again stressing about everything. If I gain it's because my body is fighting me or because I wasn't taking care to count and measure. I don't want to obsess and I know I can get to that point, I have done it before and the failed. This time I am succeeding, and plan to win the fight. To get healthy and stay there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What works for you?? Daily....Weekly....Monthly??? How often should you measure yourself??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a name="fb_share" type="button_count" href="http://www.facebook.com/sharer.php"&gt;Share&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script src="http://static.ak.fbcdn.net/connect.php/js/FB.Share" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8588501624699924859-942656732593347366?l=martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com/feeds/942656732593347366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com/2009/11/pics-as-promised-and-scale.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8588501624699924859/posts/default/942656732593347366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8588501624699924859/posts/default/942656732593347366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com/2009/11/pics-as-promised-and-scale.html' title='pics as promised and the SCALE!!!'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15010761948544697815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/SwHcJ56951I/AAAAAAAACEY/OBC-2cQ6I0g/S220/fat+gal+001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/SwpO1e3d9eI/AAAAAAAACFQ/RNIMcCJW-zc/s72-c/house+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8588501624699924859.post-3055788163787294868</id><published>2009-11-21T04:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T05:06:18.884-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sleep'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas lights'/><title type='text'>Lights are up......</title><content type='html'>Well I got home from work this morning and it was warm...(kinda) out and I decided that it was time to get our Christmas lights up on our house. As some of you know, we had a house fire last year and we just moved into our new house last October.&lt;br /&gt;Well we were so busy getting things for the insurance, Christmas, and getting all the household items purchased so we could live in it, that we didn't get much of a chance to get Christmas lights up before the holidays had arrived. So today, even though I should have went to bed, I worked away at them until they were done. And I must say they look fantastic. I may be prejudice. I'll post a pic &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;tomorrow&lt;/span&gt; night and you can make your own opinion keeping in mind that they look better in person!&lt;br /&gt;I finally fell into bed at 6pm. Thing is I was over tired by then and couldn't sleep I laid there for a couple hours, seemed pointless so I got up at 8:30pm. I know sleep is an important part of a healthy lifestyle but if I was to sleep as much as I felt I should I would never get anything done.&lt;br /&gt;I can come right home and fall into bed in the morning. Darin and the boys are going away for the day and shouldn't be home until after lunch. Then I will have to get up because he will be doing a brake job for his uncle. I get supper ready while I am up and then once he comes in I can go back to bed until I have to get up and head to work. I have a feeling that I will need that much sleep by then!!&lt;br /&gt;Monday Ty is off to chool so I can sleep all day that day too. Hey I am getting spoiled I am not use to that much sleep.......then again we'll see what tommorrow brings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never seems to work out how it is planned. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I got my work out in today. Up and down that latter. At least 60 times today. Goot exercise for the legs. Trust me I can feel it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is also my next door neighbours 50th birthday!! Happy Birthday Gloria. Thank you for the help with my kids. I hope you have a great day!! XO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll post a pic tomorrow of my house so you can give me your opinion!!... of the lights that is&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a name="fb_share" type="button_count" href="http://www.facebook.com/sharer.php"&gt;Share&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script src="http://static.ak.fbcdn.net/connect.php/js/FB.Share" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8588501624699924859-3055788163787294868?l=martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com/feeds/3055788163787294868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com/2009/11/lights-are-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8588501624699924859/posts/default/3055788163787294868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8588501624699924859/posts/default/3055788163787294868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com/2009/11/lights-are-up.html' title='Lights are up......'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15010761948544697815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/SwHcJ56951I/AAAAAAAACEY/OBC-2cQ6I0g/S220/fat+gal+001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8588501624699924859.post-1384239043990601009</id><published>2009-11-20T00:50:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T04:46:39.113-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cookbook'/><title type='text'>PRIOR FAT GIRL COOKBOOK !!!! LOVE IT!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Have you ordered yours yet?? I got mine on Friday afternoon!! It has tons of great recipes in it. I submitted one but it didn't get in there and I am guessing that with the popularity of it that Jen may make another. Maybe next year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;If your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;looking&lt;/span&gt; for a healthy meal, generally easy to prepare, you can find one in there. With lots to choose from. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Jen is donating proceeds, $4.00 from the $5.00 she collects to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;USA&lt;/span&gt; YMCA. Good Cause.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;If you would like her cookbook, you can get one here @ &lt;a href="http://priorfatgirl.com/"&gt;http://priorfatgirl.com&lt;/a&gt;  I am going to make some of the eggplant &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Parmesan&lt;/span&gt; next week. Maybe I can sneak it onto the kids plates and they won't know???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;We'll see. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a name="fb_share" type="button_count" href="http://www.facebook.com/sharer.php"&gt;Share&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script src="http://static.ak.fbcdn.net/connect.php/js/FB.Share" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8588501624699924859-1384239043990601009?l=martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com/feeds/1384239043990601009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com/2009/11/prior-fat-girl-cookbook-love-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8588501624699924859/posts/default/1384239043990601009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8588501624699924859/posts/default/1384239043990601009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com/2009/11/prior-fat-girl-cookbook-love-it.html' title='PRIOR FAT GIRL COOKBOOK !!!! LOVE IT!!'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15010761948544697815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/SwHcJ56951I/AAAAAAAACEY/OBC-2cQ6I0g/S220/fat+gal+001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8588501624699924859.post-8985332044547996101</id><published>2009-11-19T10:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T10:32:17.972-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jello'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nights'/><title type='text'>LOOOOOve it!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Yesterday I was at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Walm&lt;/span&gt;*art with my Mom and I found a new treat. It is yummy. At only 5 &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;calories&lt;/span&gt; per serving it is such a good treat that you can squeeze into any day. It is Cherry Pomegranate Sugar free Jello!! It was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;soo&lt;/span&gt; good. Did I say that already. Why can all things be this easy. But that isn't what this about getting it done easy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406206455609562530" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/Swa0IMkIFaI/AAAAAAAACFA/BqjSr_CrO7s/s320/jello+002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;It took me many years of getting overweight and eating unhealthy that this is going to be work. Hard work, work that I will be proud of, work that I did just me &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;no one&lt;/span&gt; else. I did it for ME! So it shouldn't be easy. It should be work. Easy is what got me here to begin with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I start my midnights tommorrow so I am back to switching my eating around. It is so hard to organize your eating day when your sleeping when you should be eating. So I eat my breakfast at suppertime. Eat my lunch when I get to work. And Eat my supper about 4am so that it is long digested before I fall into bed at 8am. It is the only way that I can manage because it I try to eat meals "normally" when i work nights, I find that I am hungry all night and fight to stay away from it. This way it works for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Anybody have any better ideas?? I am open to suggestions. I just don't know what else to do, it isn't about will power it's about going to bed not on a full stomach and not gorging at work on midnights.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a name="fb_share" type="button_count" href="http://www.facebook.com/sharer.php"&gt;Share&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script src="http://static.ak.fbcdn.net/connect.php/js/FB.Share" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8588501624699924859-8985332044547996101?l=martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com/feeds/8985332044547996101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com/2009/11/looooove-it.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8588501624699924859/posts/default/8985332044547996101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8588501624699924859/posts/default/8985332044547996101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com/2009/11/looooove-it.html' title='LOOOOOve it!!'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15010761948544697815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/SwHcJ56951I/AAAAAAAACEY/OBC-2cQ6I0g/S220/fat+gal+001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/Swa0IMkIFaI/AAAAAAAACFA/BqjSr_CrO7s/s72-c/jello+002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8588501624699924859.post-9049130714241856771</id><published>2009-11-18T09:13:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T09:51:55.785-05:00</updated><title type='text'>DOO, DOO, DOO, DOO  CHANGES!!</title><content type='html'>My kids are growing up. Wanting to do things on their own. That's &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt; I get it I was a kid once. Dalton enjoys doing things on his own. He gets that from Darin. He gets his love of computers, books and learning from me. Both good and bad mixed together. He loves Tyson don't get me wrong but with the 5 years between them, he also gets so &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;frustrated&lt;/span&gt; too. He came home with a basketball slip the other day. Wanting to go because he loves basketball and a plus to it is that Tyson isn't old enough.&lt;br /&gt;He played Charger hoops which was only for 8 weeks and loved it but this session is longer from Dec to may. So I guess we are off to register him next &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Wednesday&lt;/span&gt; night. I hate to see them grow up but what are you going to do. There is good and bad in everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The things that make me feel good. ( these bullets are for you Jen)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have noticed a few of changes over the last few days. By shirts aren't so tight. Neither are my pants. The most annoying thing is my underwear are falling down with my pants. I wear a belt for the pants but.... yup they are sliding down. Makes me feel good but at the same time &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ugg&lt;/span&gt; what a pain. Good pain though! :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;carpel&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;tunnel&lt;/span&gt;. But since I began I noticed that my hand is going less numb all the time. I used to wake up at night and have pain because it was asleep. Hasn't happened in a long time.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I feel way better. I not too long ago was feeling &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;exhausted&lt;/span&gt; and was falling asleep in the middle of the day. I would fight sleep while doing everything. Working, driving, and watching &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;TV&lt;/span&gt;. ( not that I do that much). I felt like crap not to mention how unsafe it was. Tyson is staying in his own room, which helps and I think that the exercise and a few less pounds is putting in some bonus too. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;yay&lt;/span&gt; me!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have energy. I can go longer and do more than I could just a month ago. It feels like the day got longer even though it didn't. I can find time to do things. Maybe because I am not so sluggish????&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Reading about other people success make me want to be just like them. Giving me the strength and ambition to go on. Thank you&lt;a href="http://www.priorfatgirl.com/"&gt; Jen&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://jackfit.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jack Sh*t&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://justlinds.blogspot.com/"&gt;Lindsay&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://friendofthebear.blogspot.com/"&gt;Friend of the bear&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://losingweighteveryday.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sean&lt;/a&gt;. You help push me even though you are great distance away. Not even knowing your doing it, just by reading and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;learning&lt;/span&gt; about your journey. Giving us ideas, tips and sharing your strength, makes me &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;grateful&lt;/span&gt;. I search around through your comments to find other stories just like mine. Thank you for being honest, open and sharing. I don't know how many times I have read something one of you &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;have&lt;/span&gt; wrote and I think.....BEEN THERE, how did they know it was me. But now too I can say.... doing that!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Things that &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;frustrate&lt;/span&gt; me...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;A lot of the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;recipes&lt;/span&gt; on the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt; are for Americans. We are not able to get &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of the things that they have available to them. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Eg&lt;/span&gt;... &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;vita muffins&lt;/span&gt;, Flat out bread just to mention a few. We have to look harder or make your own to find low calorie alternatives. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I find that planning my meals for the day is so time consuming. I am going to start planning out my week on one night so I know what to buy, have and prepare for the week. hopefully this will m&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ake&lt;/span&gt; it easier. With Ty home &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;every other&lt;/span&gt; day, it is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;tedious&lt;/span&gt; to sit and figure it out. Then there is too much room for error. i 'll leave so many calories for misc then if something comes up I have some room to change things.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Not having time to exercise as much as I'd like. I think that I may join the gym after &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_21" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt; again. They have a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_22" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;daycare&lt;/span&gt; there so I can go with Tyson. And I can go before work the days he is at school. Right now with Christmas it isn't in the cards. Darin will soon be laid off too. So till then I will do my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_23" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;DVDs&lt;/span&gt; and walk as often as I can. Shift work doesn't help much either. Especially nights, your day seems wasted sleeping and you actually need more sleep because your body is backwards.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Regardless of all these things I will &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_24" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;persevere&lt;/span&gt;. Find the way. I will be here to be a grandmother. I will watch my kids grow up! If I don't, it won't be because I didn't do something about it. It will be an act of god.&lt;/p&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a name="fb_share" type="button_count" href="http://www.facebook.com/sharer.php"&gt;Share&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script src="http://static.ak.fbcdn.net/connect.php/js/FB.Share" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8588501624699924859-9049130714241856771?l=martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com/feeds/9049130714241856771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com/2009/11/doo-doo-doo-doo-changes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8588501624699924859/posts/default/9049130714241856771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8588501624699924859/posts/default/9049130714241856771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com/2009/11/doo-doo-doo-doo-changes.html' title='DOO, DOO, DOO, DOO  CHANGES!!'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15010761948544697815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/SwHcJ56951I/AAAAAAAACEY/OBC-2cQ6I0g/S220/fat+gal+001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8588501624699924859.post-2614318201182459095</id><published>2009-11-17T22:36:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T22:57:37.882-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ENCOURAGING&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; You bet!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Over the past few weeks since I started my healthy lifestyle, I have never once looked back at what I could be eating. I make meals that my family will eat. This does not include veggies. Darin and both boys hate them. If I can manage to hide them somehow then they get eaten but otherwise forget it. So I make one meal and just tweak mine a bit or totally eat different. It becomes a difficult road and I continue to try to add veggies to their life but it &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; seem to happen very quick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;I find I have to plan ahead. Make sure that I know what I have planned to eat for the day so I can keep a balance. Know my ranges and stay within them. Weigh, measure and count everything. Seems &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;tedious&lt;/span&gt; right now but once I know what, how much and what it looks like then I can learn to moderate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Today I came home from work to find the most inspirational message from a friend. She reads this blog and didn't know what I had been up to. Till today. She told me what a great job I was doing and offered to join me walking. That is what I need to stay focused. I cried.big baby I know. But those words that &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Steph&lt;/span&gt; wrote just hit me right there. I know I am doing the right thing no matter how I got here, I know where I am headed. And that is healthy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;The impact of others sometimes has more of an effect that we'd like. I'm glad that &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Steph&lt;/span&gt; took the time to encourage me. It meant &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt;. She knows how hard it is she's been there done that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;The weight doesn't seem like much but I can feel it in my clothes, the dryer didn't shrink them this time!! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt; I can see that one of my chins looks smaller. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;LOl&lt;/span&gt;. Little things like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;I did  get a few minutes of exercise in today. Not as many as I'd like it is hard when I work 1-9pm to get things into my day that I would like. And Ty is home &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;tomorrow&lt;/span&gt; so I'll try but it isn't always easy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;So thanks again &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Steph&lt;/span&gt;. I appreciate it more than you know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a name="fb_share" type="button_count" href="http://www.facebook.com/sharer.php"&gt;Share&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script src="http://static.ak.fbcdn.net/connect.php/js/FB.Share" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8588501624699924859-2614318201182459095?l=martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com/feeds/2614318201182459095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com/2009/11/encouraging-you-bet.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8588501624699924859/posts/default/2614318201182459095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8588501624699924859/posts/default/2614318201182459095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com/2009/11/encouraging-you-bet.html' title='ENCOURAGING&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; You bet!!'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15010761948544697815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/SwHcJ56951I/AAAAAAAACEY/OBC-2cQ6I0g/S220/fat+gal+001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8588501624699924859.post-1368609341727526543</id><published>2009-11-16T21:14:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T21:30:13.855-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Friend.... for life!! And weigh in day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;So I have managed to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;recruit a friend/ family member on this healthy little  life changing journey. I am going to call her Lady P. I don't know what she would like me to share and I know she reads this blog so until I get the go ahead I will just give you tidbits of info.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Lady P is a beautiful woman. She is a cousin in law. I have only met her once but talked to her many times on facebook etc. I adore her. What I do know. She is a woman who is a bit "fluffy" like myself. She loves all the comfort foods, pasta, cheese, and bread , again like myself. She has tried many diets to no avail. ( This info I hear from others in the fam). She needs support like me and I think together because we both have a bad side that we can puch each other to a less "fluffy" version of each of us. I think that the bad side in easch of us, will cause us both to make the other accountable. To encourage and to understand. Then together we can shop for new clothes when we see each other next year. I see no downside. Other than we live so far apart. But email/ facebook will keep us connected.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;We can do it Lady P!! I know it!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;On another note. Today was total weigh in day and I am happy to write that I hit the scale at a lighter 216.5lbs. That makes me happy. Not thrilled but happy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;I haven't managed any exercise since last week. I'l have to get on that tommorrow when the boys head out to school. Some days I find with shift work that it is difficult to get a work out in unless I am doing it before I go to bed....then who can sleep??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Any advise for that??? Working shifts, small kids and regular life just thrown in??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Well that's it for today. Got a few christmas presents in today. Only like 31 days or something. UGG!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;So thanks again Lady P, I am so looking forward to you  and I pushing forward together!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a name="fb_share" type="button_count" href="http://www.facebook.com/sharer.php"&gt;Share&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script src="http://static.ak.fbcdn.net/connect.php/js/FB.Share" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8588501624699924859-1368609341727526543?l=martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com/feeds/1368609341727526543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com/2009/11/friend-for-life-and-weigh-in-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8588501624699924859/posts/default/1368609341727526543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8588501624699924859/posts/default/1368609341727526543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com/2009/11/friend-for-life-and-weigh-in-day.html' title='Friend.... for life!! And weigh in day!'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15010761948544697815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/SwHcJ56951I/AAAAAAAACEY/OBC-2cQ6I0g/S220/fat+gal+001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8588501624699924859.post-6362677143337008455</id><published>2009-11-14T22:19:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T22:53:12.823-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Nice Day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;It was a perfect day for 4 wheeling. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Darin's&lt;/span&gt; Mom, her friend and the four of us went on our bikes for a ride. It was a great day. The kids had a ton of fun. We went out for lunch and it was a bit difficult having everyone around you eating hamburgers and fries, chicken nuggets and fries, and you have to choose a turkey sandwich. I love turkey so it wasn't that difficult. It isn't as good without Mayo and butter but it was good. It is also more difficult to control the calorie count. You don't know how it is prepared and all the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;extras&lt;/span&gt; that they put into it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;I used my best possible &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;guesstimate&lt;/span&gt;. I was quite liberal with it better more than less. I also had a bowl of turkey soup. It was good. It warmed the belly on a cool fall day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;I just can't get past the whole "black" coffee thing. I like my cream. I love my Tim Horton's but too have learned to drive by instead of drive &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;thru&lt;/span&gt;. If I told you that an extra large double double was over 200 calories would you be surprised? I figure I should have an extra $ 10.00 in my pocket each week if I continue to Drive by. Maybe it's a good thing "black" coffee doesn't taste so good? Kinda makes you think doesn't it. A few little changes can make a BIG difference.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Some thing's&lt;/span&gt; are easier than others. Trust me though I still have a LONG way to go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a name="fb_share" type="button_count" href="http://www.facebook.com/sharer.php"&gt;Share&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script src="http://static.ak.fbcdn.net/connect.php/js/FB.Share" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8588501624699924859-6362677143337008455?l=martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com/feeds/6362677143337008455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com/2009/11/nice-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8588501624699924859/posts/default/6362677143337008455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8588501624699924859/posts/default/6362677143337008455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com/2009/11/nice-day.html' title='Nice Day...'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15010761948544697815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/SwHcJ56951I/AAAAAAAACEY/OBC-2cQ6I0g/S220/fat+gal+001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8588501624699924859.post-7977916331104499883</id><published>2009-11-13T21:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T22:18:39.597-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parade'/><title type='text'>Santa is coming to town.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;My legs feel good today. No pain. stiff a bit but the pain when I bend has passed. (That's a good thing). No exercise today :( I had Tyson home, no excuse I know. But I had many other things more important to get done. That had to be done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I can have a day off I just have to be sure to stick to my calories and push that water into me. I find it easier to drink it at work when I am busy and get my few minute breaks, than at home when I have so many people needing different things all at once.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I took Dalton out of school early this afternoon. He went to see his teacher from last year, Ms. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;LeSage&lt;/span&gt;. He loves her. I guess that she was really happy to see him. Surprised and happy!! He was too. Thank you Nicole for making such a wonderful dent in my son's life and for giving him back the love of school. Your one special woman... and you hubby is not too bad either...:).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Nanny and Poppa took the boys to the Santa Claus parade. It is at night, and lots of lights. I met up with them after work and finished watching the end of it with them. Pastor Mark &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;was&lt;/span&gt; sure to stop by and drop a TON of treats at their feet. I said no but apparently he forgot that &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Halloween&lt;/span&gt; was just 2 weeks ago. He always spoils them.( on the up side though, I have been good to stay out of the treats. If you know me personally, you know how good it is that I have not eaten the chocolate bars, it calls me but I resist! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Yay&lt;/span&gt; Me!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Tyson was so excited this year, I was surprised. It will be fun this year at Christmas. It's fun ever year! Just more interactive this year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;THANKS Mom and Dad!! We all Love you so much! The things you do for us we can't say thank you enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a name="fb_share" type="button_count" href="http://www.facebook.com/sharer.php"&gt;Share&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script src="http://static.ak.fbcdn.net/connect.php/js/FB.Share" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8588501624699924859-7977916331104499883?l=martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com/feeds/7977916331104499883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com/2009/11/santa-is-coming-to-town.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8588501624699924859/posts/default/7977916331104499883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8588501624699924859/posts/default/7977916331104499883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com/2009/11/santa-is-coming-to-town.html' title='Santa is coming to town.....'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15010761948544697815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/SwHcJ56951I/AAAAAAAACEY/OBC-2cQ6I0g/S220/fat+gal+001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8588501624699924859.post-3518746861873746560</id><published>2009-11-12T21:40:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T22:01:38.269-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='muffins'/><title type='text'>Ugg the pain...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;Well, if I thought that Jillian was hard yesterday. I didn't know what today was going to bring! I am sore. My legs are killing me. I thought I had good muscles in my legs but boy was I wrong. I fought through it again today. Pain and grimacing aside it was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt;. But I am sure walking funny I am sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much to report, it is a beautiful day again today but I cannot walk outside. I have way too many things to do and not enough time to do it! I managed the workout so I'm happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to go to W&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;al*art&lt;/span&gt; and I think I am going to pick up some weights to go along with the workout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the food side. I am doing pretty good to stick to my calories and fat. I am looking more and more for things at the grocery store that are healthier. Thing is.... most of the stuff i love there is no way it can be lower calories. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found the best recipe for some muffins and my kids LOVE them. And they are healthy. It's a devil's food cake mix and a 15 oz can of pumpkin. That's it. Mix them together and bake for 30 minutes making 24 muffins. It is just like brownies. They are 87.5 calories each and very little fat and LOTS of fibre!! I wish everything on this new way of thinking was that easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try it out!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a name="fb_share" type="button_count" href="http://www.facebook.com/sharer.php"&gt;Share&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script src="http://static.ak.fbcdn.net/connect.php/js/FB.Share" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8588501624699924859-3518746861873746560?l=martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com/feeds/3518746861873746560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com/2009/11/ugg-pain.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8588501624699924859/posts/default/3518746861873746560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8588501624699924859/posts/default/3518746861873746560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com/2009/11/ugg-pain.html' title='Ugg the pain...'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15010761948544697815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/SwHcJ56951I/AAAAAAAACEY/OBC-2cQ6I0g/S220/fat+gal+001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8588501624699924859.post-3108806629463515860</id><published>2009-11-11T10:51:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T11:22:50.006-05:00</updated><title type='text'>another nice day....</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I did it I made it for a walk like I said I was. I walked for 40 minutes at a healthy pace. We only have sidewalks so far down our streets so I walked to the end and back. It's about 2.5&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;kms&lt;/span&gt;. Far enough for my first day. It was nice not too hat and just enough vitamin D to make me feel good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was tired I have to admit or I would have went farther. I worked 4 midnights and it makes me so tired with not enough sleep. I don't care how much energy people think that they can get from being healthy but you know midnights can kill you no matter how healthy you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I had a prepackaged Salmon steak. Let me tell you at 700 &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;calories&lt;/span&gt; per portion it isn't &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;very&lt;/span&gt; healthy. Companies sure know how to wreak a nice thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today i did the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Jillian&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Micheal's&lt;/span&gt; 30 day shred. For anyone who is trying to lose weight or exercise. It will kill you!! Holy &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Hannah&lt;/span&gt;. I was stiff when I was done and it was only a 20 minute work out. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ugg&lt;/span&gt; I am out of shape. I can't walk today my little man is home it's not his school day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope everyone takes a few minutes today to remember all the brave soldiers that have and are fighting to keep our country as well as others safe. I appreciate all you have done, are and will do to keep me and my family in a safe, free and war free place. You are a special breed of people that I admire and remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I need to get a few things done before I head out to work. So have a great day and remember to take a few minutes to.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember the soldiers that have given their lives so your families can be safe....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a name="fb_share" type="button_count" href="http://www.facebook.com/sharer.php"&gt;Share&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script src="http://static.ak.fbcdn.net/connect.php/js/FB.Share" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8588501624699924859-3108806629463515860?l=martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com/feeds/3108806629463515860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com/2009/11/another-nice-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8588501624699924859/posts/default/3108806629463515860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8588501624699924859/posts/default/3108806629463515860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com/2009/11/another-nice-day.html' title='another nice day....'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15010761948544697815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/SwHcJ56951I/AAAAAAAACEY/OBC-2cQ6I0g/S220/fat+gal+001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8588501624699924859.post-6705841545541954591</id><published>2009-11-10T13:08:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T13:34:18.034-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weigh in'/><title type='text'>Long time.....no post..</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;So, as you can see I have been over neglectful on this blog. I will try to be more accountable in the future. For those who know us we are quite busy and having two boys a full time shift working job and trying to keep a house in one piece can be a lot some days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I will post the pics of the house from the past year that some of you have been wanting to see the competed project. It is nice I must admit having a new house. It is unfortunate but I am glad now that all things transpired as they did. At the time and for the last year I could not say that but now that things have settled and I have not lost my mind. I am greatful. And thank the powers that be everyday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;On the kid front, Dalton has recently turned the big nine and Tyson turned four. Dalton went into grade four and Tyson started in Jr Kindergarden. He loves it. I find that he is starting to settle down and develop the personality with wisdom. He was such a character before and now he can use the bigger words to make us laugh more. Only because he now knows what they mean.  He has a great teacher and I adore her. She is so attentive to all the kids. And patient. I am glad that Tyson got her for his first year of school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Dalton is not enjoying school this year as much as last. He does not have as nice of a teacher as last year and apparently she is a screamer. It seems that every year that he is in the portable that he ends up having a teacher that is. Then again no teacher is as great to him a the teacher he had last year. ahe is hoping that she returns to his school next year to teach him in grade 5. But he will most likely get her mother instead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Darin is Darin and he is well. Nothing much changes with him. He is busy with work and when he is home he is busy in his garage. When he isn't busy with his kids.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Me well I have embarked on a new adventure and will share with you along the way. Hoping for encouragement and kind words. I am starting the long struggle to get healthy. I am not going to "preach" about diet and exercise but be aware that if your coming here, you may find me venting about it sometimes. Or looking for help. Either way I look for your feedback. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;This blog is about our family and health is a part of that.  It is  a long journey that I have entered in. Looking about 90lb journey for me. So feel free to give your 2 cents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;90 lbs. Seriously. I can't believe I let it get to that. I am ashamed as well as happy that I have decided to stop here. It was 99lbs. I have struggled through 2 weeks of eating better and lost 9 lbs. Doesn't seem like much and becomes hard to find a way through your eating habits when I go to work. I take things with me but when you have the will power at home and remove all temptation, then go to work and it awaits you it is a challenge. Not to mention the shifts. It is hard to totally switch your days and nights around and still eat healthy. Excuses. I know I can do it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;So I am about to do it. I can't believe that I am but.... I weigh 220.0 lbs today. Hard to believe but I do. It makes me sick to look at that. Upsets me. tears me up. But not anymore I can do it. I can do it for me. I can do it for my family. I can be an example to my kids. Whom I love more than anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;On that note. I am going. Saddened and flustrated. But I am going to go for a walk it is a beautiful day, my kids are at school and I CAN!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Thanks for reading!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a name="fb_share" type="button_count" href="http://www.facebook.com/sharer.php"&gt;Share&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script src="http://static.ak.fbcdn.net/connect.php/js/FB.Share" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8588501624699924859-6705841545541954591?l=martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com/feeds/6705841545541954591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com/2009/11/long-timeno-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8588501624699924859/posts/default/6705841545541954591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8588501624699924859/posts/default/6705841545541954591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com/2009/11/long-timeno-post.html' title='Long time.....no post..'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15010761948544697815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/SwHcJ56951I/AAAAAAAACEY/OBC-2cQ6I0g/S220/fat+gal+001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8588501624699924859.post-5259508573237029890</id><published>2009-01-02T03:03:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T13:52:01.913-05:00</updated><title type='text'>kaboose</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/SXGRMNnleYI/AAAAAAAACDk/qu5oX1nyMpE/s1600-h/house+117.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292170676137195906" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/SXGRMNnleYI/AAAAAAAACDk/qu5oX1nyMpE/s320/house+117.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/SXGRKTbjDnI/AAAAAAAACDc/SR8rbjrAC1A/s1600-h/house+116.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292170643337580146" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/SXGRKTbjDnI/AAAAAAAACDc/SR8rbjrAC1A/s320/house+116.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a name="fb_share" type="button_count" href="http://www.facebook.com/sharer.php"&gt;Share&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script src="http://static.ak.fbcdn.net/connect.php/js/FB.Share" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8588501624699924859-5259508573237029890?l=martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com/feeds/5259508573237029890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com/2009/01/kaboose.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8588501624699924859/posts/default/5259508573237029890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8588501624699924859/posts/default/5259508573237029890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com/2009/01/kaboose.html' title='kaboose'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15010761948544697815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/SwHcJ56951I/AAAAAAAACEY/OBC-2cQ6I0g/S220/fat+gal+001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/SXGRMNnleYI/AAAAAAAACDk/qu5oX1nyMpE/s72-c/house+117.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8588501624699924859.post-3175642035303567627</id><published>2008-12-24T02:59:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T13:51:48.980-05:00</updated><title type='text'>sweet!! All the way around</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/SXGQHNBhT5I/AAAAAAAACDU/y_J3hPDZ-JU/s1600-h/house+115.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292169490566565778" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/SXGQHNBhT5I/AAAAAAAACDU/y_J3hPDZ-JU/s320/house+115.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/SXGQG7yNnFI/AAAAAAAACDM/osXanp7DsZ4/s1600-h/house+114.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292169485938957394" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/SXGQG7yNnFI/AAAAAAAACDM/osXanp7DsZ4/s320/house+114.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;basket dorann/ tina xmas surprise&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a name="fb_share" type="button_count" href="http://www.facebook.com/sharer.php"&gt;Share&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script src="http://static.ak.fbcdn.net/connect.php/js/FB.Share" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8588501624699924859-3175642035303567627?l=martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com/feeds/3175642035303567627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com/2008/12/sweet-all-way-around.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8588501624699924859/posts/default/3175642035303567627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8588501624699924859/posts/default/3175642035303567627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com/2008/12/sweet-all-way-around.html' title='sweet!! All the way around'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15010761948544697815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/SwHcJ56951I/AAAAAAAACEY/OBC-2cQ6I0g/S220/fat+gal+001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/SXGQHNBhT5I/AAAAAAAACDU/y_J3hPDZ-JU/s72-c/house+115.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8588501624699924859.post-8561418879498732449</id><published>2008-12-17T02:53:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T13:51:32.326-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy B day Mike</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/SXGO03kNAxI/AAAAAAAACC0/49S-iUM2NrQ/s1600-h/house+113.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292168076057182994" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/SXGO03kNAxI/AAAAAAAACC0/49S-iUM2NrQ/s320/house+113.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/SXGO0ga610I/AAAAAAAACCs/8QeiZv_VRm8/s1600-h/house+112.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292168069844227906" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/SXGO0ga610I/AAAAAAAACCs/8QeiZv_VRm8/s320/house+112.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a name="fb_share" type="button_count" href="http://www.facebook.com/sharer.php"&gt;Share&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script src="http://static.ak.fbcdn.net/connect.php/js/FB.Share" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8588501624699924859-8561418879498732449?l=martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com/feeds/8561418879498732449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-b-day-mike.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8588501624699924859/posts/default/8561418879498732449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8588501624699924859/posts/default/8561418879498732449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-b-day-mike.html' title='Happy B day Mike'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15010761948544697815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/SwHcJ56951I/AAAAAAAACEY/OBC-2cQ6I0g/S220/fat+gal+001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/SXGO03kNAxI/AAAAAAAACC0/49S-iUM2NrQ/s72-c/house+113.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8588501624699924859.post-8636160618632488259</id><published>2008-12-15T02:53:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T13:51:15.001-05:00</updated><title type='text'>no more diapers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/SXGOhEa0W7I/AAAAAAAACCk/u8D0_agIspM/s1600-h/house+109.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292167735910095794" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/SXGOhEa0W7I/AAAAAAAACCk/u8D0_agIspM/s320/house+109.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a name="fb_share" type="button_count" href="http://www.facebook.com/sharer.php"&gt;Share&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script src="http://static.ak.fbcdn.net/connect.php/js/FB.Share" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8588501624699924859-8636160618632488259?l=martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com/feeds/8636160618632488259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com/2008/12/no-more-diapers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8588501624699924859/posts/default/8636160618632488259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8588501624699924859/posts/default/8636160618632488259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com/2008/12/no-more-diapers.html' title='no more diapers'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15010761948544697815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/SwHcJ56951I/AAAAAAAACEY/OBC-2cQ6I0g/S220/fat+gal+001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/SXGOhEa0W7I/AAAAAAAACCk/u8D0_agIspM/s72-c/house+109.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8588501624699924859.post-1962541274084593724</id><published>2008-12-14T02:44:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T13:51:04.218-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pagent/ Candle/ Auntie Tracy/ Uncle Ken &amp; Auntie Ethel...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/SXGN8Z8GOiI/AAAAAAAACCU/0fUKS8RDHdI/s1600-h/house+108.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292167106031663650" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/SXGN8Z8GOiI/AAAAAAAACCU/0fUKS8RDHdI/s320/house+108.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/SXGN8YTW55I/AAAAAAAACCM/XDYKC1JO0Xs/s1600-h/house+107.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292167105592354706" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/SXGN8YTW55I/AAAAAAAACCM/XDYKC1JO0Xs/s320/house+107.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/SXGN8Hl44pI/AAAAAAAACCE/BrGgEBR11wo/s1600-h/house+106.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292167101106676370" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/SXGN8Hl44pI/AAAAAAAACCE/BrGgEBR11wo/s320/house+106.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/SXGN77Nf68I/AAAAAAAACB8/yzA33f8q4M0/s1600-h/house+105.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292167097783151554" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/SXGN77Nf68I/AAAAAAAACB8/yzA33f8q4M0/s320/house+105.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/_11ZPf8mQksU/SXGNYE8hLMI/AAAAAAAACB0/39lurooHY5k/s1600-h/house+104.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292166481920994498" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/SXGNYE8hLMI/AAAAAAAACB0/39lurooHY5k/s320/house+104.jpg" /&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/_11ZPf8mQksU/SXGNX31V9YI/AAAAAAAACBs/hNRb3eOiT4g/s1600-h/house+103.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292166478401238402" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/SXGNX31V9YI/AAAAAAAACBs/hNRb3eOiT4g/s320/house+103.jpg" /&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/_11ZPf8mQksU/SXGNXq5Rx4I/AAAAAAAACBk/EBS-QM9uutw/s1600-h/house+102.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292166474928080770" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/SXGNXq5Rx4I/AAAAAAAACBk/EBS-QM9uutw/s320/house+102.jpg" /&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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/SXGNXWCL7bI/AAAAAAAACBc/9EH2KA94Eqg/s1600-h/house+101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292166469328301490" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/SXGNXWCL7bI/AAAAAAAACBc/9EH2KA94Eqg/s320/house+101.jpg" /&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/_11ZPf8mQksU/SXGNXMBdgXI/AAAAAAAACBU/de26MA7i938/s1600-h/house+100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292166466640904562" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/SXGNXMBdgXI/AAAAAAAACBU/de26MA7i938/s320/house+100.jpg" /&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;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/SXGMyqU9KxI/AAAAAAAACBM/qUNv22CyL8c/s1600-h/house+099.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292165839120575250" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/SXGMyqU9KxI/AAAAAAAACBM/qUNv22CyL8c/s320/house+099.jpg" /&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;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/SXGMycUBR8I/AAAAAAAACBE/6uNHxgM-F-A/s1600-h/house+098.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292165835358554050" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/SXGMycUBR8I/AAAAAAAACBE/6uNHxgM-F-A/s320/house+098.jpg" /&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/SXGMyW7kO8I/AAAAAAAACA8/17tkMOalvl8/s1600-h/house+097.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292165833913809858" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/SXGMyW7kO8I/AAAAAAAACA8/17tkMOalvl8/s320/house+097.jpg" /&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/SXGMyLJhs5I/AAAAAAAACA0/nkBXyfiJaqk/s1600-h/house+096.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292165830751138706" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/SXGMyLJhs5I/AAAAAAAACA0/nkBXyfiJaqk/s320/house+096.jpg" /&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/SXGMx5y9-LI/AAAAAAAACAs/hfyzxRtZMiw/s1600-h/house+095.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292165826093119666" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/SXGMx5y9-LI/AAAAAAAACAs/hfyzxRtZMiw/s320/house+095.jpg" /&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a name="fb_share" type="button_count" href="http://www.facebook.com/sharer.php"&gt;Share&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script src="http://static.ak.fbcdn.net/connect.php/js/FB.Share" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8588501624699924859-1962541274084593724?l=martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com/feeds/1962541274084593724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com/2008/12/pagent-candle-auntie-tracy-uncle-ken.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8588501624699924859/posts/default/1962541274084593724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8588501624699924859/posts/default/1962541274084593724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com/2008/12/pagent-candle-auntie-tracy-uncle-ken.html' title='Pagent/ Candle/ Auntie Tracy/ Uncle Ken &amp; Auntie Ethel...'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15010761948544697815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/SwHcJ56951I/AAAAAAAACEY/OBC-2cQ6I0g/S220/fat+gal+001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/SXGN8Z8GOiI/AAAAAAAACCU/0fUKS8RDHdI/s72-c/house+108.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8588501624699924859.post-4514767628660032201</id><published>2008-12-13T02:41:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T13:50:53.260-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Early Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/SXGOUxUbwJI/AAAAAAAACCc/KsBpGs8-6Qc/s1600-h/house+094.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292167524624613522" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/SXGOUxUbwJI/AAAAAAAACCc/KsBpGs8-6Qc/s320/house+094.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/SXGMKRai_-I/AAAAAAAACAk/j-tl6__6jc0/s1600-h/house+093.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292165145238372322" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/SXGMKRai_-I/AAAAAAAACAk/j-tl6__6jc0/s320/house+093.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/SXGMJ6PrraI/AAAAAAAACAc/Fso9xmmotNI/s1600-h/house+092.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292165139018788258" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/SXGMJ6PrraI/AAAAAAAACAc/Fso9xmmotNI/s320/house+092.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/_11ZPf8mQksU/SXGMJpzW50I/AAAAAAAACAU/UfP2EMD5Wck/s1600-h/house+091.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292165134605018946" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/SXGMJpzW50I/AAAAAAAACAU/UfP2EMD5Wck/s320/house+091.jpg" /&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/_11ZPf8mQksU/SXGMJSG3I3I/AAAAAAAACAM/8pjOqaMDeko/s1600-h/house+090.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292165128244372338" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/SXGMJSG3I3I/AAAAAAAACAM/8pjOqaMDeko/s320/house+090.jpg" /&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/_11ZPf8mQksU/SXGMJEzngAI/AAAAAAAACAE/GF7jm1r80iw/s1600-h/house+089.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292165124673994754" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/SXGMJEzngAI/AAAAAAAACAE/GF7jm1r80iw/s320/house+089.jpg" /&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;/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;a name="fb_share" type="button_count" href="http://www.facebook.com/sharer.php"&gt;Share&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script src="http://static.ak.fbcdn.net/connect.php/js/FB.Share" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8588501624699924859-4514767628660032201?l=martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com/feeds/4514767628660032201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com/2008/12/early-christmas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8588501624699924859/posts/default/4514767628660032201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8588501624699924859/posts/default/4514767628660032201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com/2008/12/early-christmas.html' title='Early Christmas'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15010761948544697815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/SwHcJ56951I/AAAAAAAACEY/OBC-2cQ6I0g/S220/fat+gal+001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/SXGOUxUbwJI/AAAAAAAACCc/KsBpGs8-6Qc/s72-c/house+094.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8588501624699924859.post-3695548874923917482</id><published>2008-12-09T02:40:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T13:50:44.484-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas concert</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/SXGLgkhcHII/AAAAAAAAB_8/0fdkoeidrE4/s1600-h/house+088.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292164428813048962" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/SXGLgkhcHII/AAAAAAAAB_8/0fdkoeidrE4/s320/house+088.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a name="fb_share" type="button_count" href="http://www.facebook.com/sharer.php"&gt;Share&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script src="http://static.ak.fbcdn.net/connect.php/js/FB.Share" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8588501624699924859-3695548874923917482?l=martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com/feeds/3695548874923917482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-concert.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8588501624699924859/posts/default/3695548874923917482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8588501624699924859/posts/default/3695548874923917482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-concert.html' title='Christmas concert'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15010761948544697815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/SwHcJ56951I/AAAAAAAACEY/OBC-2cQ6I0g/S220/fat+gal+001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/SXGLgkhcHII/AAAAAAAAB_8/0fdkoeidrE4/s72-c/house+088.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8588501624699924859.post-482788248459779406</id><published>2008-12-07T02:38:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T13:50:33.575-05:00</updated><title type='text'>and then came the snow</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/SXGLNIvJuUI/AAAAAAAAB_0/dG9iUhq-MuM/s1600-h/house+086.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292164094936856898" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/SXGLNIvJuUI/AAAAAAAAB_0/dG9iUhq-MuM/s320/house+086.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/SXGLM837fwI/AAAAAAAAB_s/4yyzWt0vgPg/s1600-h/house+087.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292164091752447746" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/SXGLM837fwI/AAAAAAAAB_s/4yyzWt0vgPg/s320/house+087.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a name="fb_share" type="button_count" href="http://www.facebook.com/sharer.php"&gt;Share&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script src="http://static.ak.fbcdn.net/connect.php/js/FB.Share" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8588501624699924859-482788248459779406?l=martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com/feeds/482788248459779406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com/2008/12/and-then-came-snow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8588501624699924859/posts/default/482788248459779406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8588501624699924859/posts/default/482788248459779406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com/2008/12/and-then-came-snow.html' title='and then came the snow'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15010761948544697815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/SwHcJ56951I/AAAAAAAACEY/OBC-2cQ6I0g/S220/fat+gal+001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/SXGLNIvJuUI/AAAAAAAAB_0/dG9iUhq-MuM/s72-c/house+086.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8588501624699924859.post-604296992853004588</id><published>2008-12-04T02:37:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T13:50:23.019-05:00</updated><title type='text'>pastor &amp; wii</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/SXGK8fvssEI/AAAAAAAAB_k/bSFuLj3O5QY/s1600-h/house+085.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292163809055387714" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/SXGK8fvssEI/AAAAAAAAB_k/bSFuLj3O5QY/s320/house+085.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/SXGK8e1hnGI/AAAAAAAAB_c/HcfKmymqbPA/s1600-h/house+084.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292163808811392098" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/SXGK8e1hnGI/AAAAAAAAB_c/HcfKmymqbPA/s320/house+084.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a name="fb_share" type="button_count" href="http://www.facebook.com/sharer.php"&gt;Share&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script src="http://static.ak.fbcdn.net/connect.php/js/FB.Share" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8588501624699924859-604296992853004588?l=martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com/feeds/604296992853004588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com/2008/12/pastor-wii.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8588501624699924859/posts/default/604296992853004588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8588501624699924859/posts/default/604296992853004588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com/2008/12/pastor-wii.html' title='pastor &amp; wii'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15010761948544697815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/SwHcJ56951I/AAAAAAAACEY/OBC-2cQ6I0g/S220/fat+gal+001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/SXGK8fvssEI/AAAAAAAAB_k/bSFuLj3O5QY/s72-c/house+085.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8588501624699924859.post-5615957002819071143</id><published>2008-12-03T02:34:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T13:50:10.349-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Up to decorate</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/SXGKaBE_iYI/AAAAAAAAB_U/gPHLWd5duTM/s1600-h/house+083.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292163216707651970" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/SXGKaBE_iYI/AAAAAAAAB_U/gPHLWd5duTM/s320/house+083.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/SXGKZ7kHnLI/AAAAAAAAB_M/KjCF178huxQ/s1600-h/house+082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292163215227591858" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/SXGKZ7kHnLI/AAAAAAAAB_M/KjCF178huxQ/s320/house+082.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/SXGKZvoIOwI/AAAAAAAAB_E/QNiRSSc9T4c/s1600-h/house+081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292163212023184130" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/SXGKZvoIOwI/AAAAAAAAB_E/QNiRSSc9T4c/s320/house+081.jpg" /&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/_11ZPf8mQksU/SXGKZWhTHvI/AAAAAAAAB-8/sG2JN6exp7Q/s1600-h/house+080.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292163205283651314" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/SXGKZWhTHvI/AAAAAAAAB-8/sG2JN6exp7Q/s320/house+080.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a name="fb_share" type="button_count" href="http://www.facebook.com/sharer.php"&gt;Share&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script src="http://static.ak.fbcdn.net/connect.php/js/FB.Share" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8588501624699924859-5615957002819071143?l=martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com/feeds/5615957002819071143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com/2008/12/up-to-decorate.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8588501624699924859/posts/default/5615957002819071143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8588501624699924859/posts/default/5615957002819071143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com/2008/12/up-to-decorate.html' title='Up to decorate'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15010761948544697815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/SwHcJ56951I/AAAAAAAACEY/OBC-2cQ6I0g/S220/fat+gal+001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/SXGKaBE_iYI/AAAAAAAAB_U/gPHLWd5duTM/s72-c/house+083.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8588501624699924859.post-5003182845015769854</id><published>2008-11-29T02:31:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T13:49:53.578-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Foxboro Parade</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/SXGJ0JDxKVI/AAAAAAAAB-0/QpdTaBEn2As/s1600-h/house+079.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292162566014970194" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/SXGJ0JDxKVI/AAAAAAAAB-0/QpdTaBEn2As/s320/house+079.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/SXGJz_NPTCI/AAAAAAAAB-s/A0Y9jeyO6wM/s1600-h/house+078.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292162563370339362" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/SXGJz_NPTCI/AAAAAAAAB-s/A0Y9jeyO6wM/s320/house+078.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/SXGJzk_t0YI/AAAAAAAAB-k/SlaM42v53tc/s1600-h/house+077.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292162556334297474" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/SXGJzk_t0YI/AAAAAAAAB-k/SlaM42v53tc/s320/house+077.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/SXGJzYFcyKI/AAAAAAAAB-c/chmg8K-oHus/s1600-h/house+076.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292162552868685986" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/SXGJzYFcyKI/AAAAAAAAB-c/chmg8K-oHus/s320/house+076.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/_11ZPf8mQksU/SXGJzC4E6jI/AAAAAAAAB-U/jFsc2Mz6Kc8/s1600-h/house+075.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292162547175451186" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/SXGJzC4E6jI/AAAAAAAAB-U/jFsc2Mz6Kc8/s320/house+075.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a name="fb_share" type="button_count" href="http://www.facebook.com/sharer.php"&gt;Share&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script src="http://static.ak.fbcdn.net/connect.php/js/FB.Share" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8588501624699924859-5003182845015769854?l=martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com/feeds/5003182845015769854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com/2008/11/foxboro-parade.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8588501624699924859/posts/default/5003182845015769854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8588501624699924859/posts/default/5003182845015769854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com/2008/11/foxboro-parade.html' title='Foxboro Parade'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15010761948544697815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/SwHcJ56951I/AAAAAAAACEY/OBC-2cQ6I0g/S220/fat+gal+001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/SXGJ0JDxKVI/AAAAAAAAB-0/QpdTaBEn2As/s72-c/house+079.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8588501624699924859.post-4160466098211580239</id><published>2008-11-26T02:30:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T13:49:32.956-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Santa calls....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/SXGJNgbNo5I/AAAAAAAAB-M/JwydoOR6t6A/s1600-h/house+074.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292161902272422802" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/SXGJNgbNo5I/AAAAAAAAB-M/JwydoOR6t6A/s320/house+074.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/SXGJNWcYB_I/AAAAAAAAB-E/n_clfHEaVYA/s1600-h/house+073.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292161899592943602" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/SXGJNWcYB_I/AAAAAAAAB-E/n_clfHEaVYA/s320/house+073.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a name="fb_share" type="button_count" href="http://www.facebook.com/sharer.php"&gt;Share&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script src="http://static.ak.fbcdn.net/connect.php/js/FB.Share" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8588501624699924859-4160466098211580239?l=martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com/feeds/4160466098211580239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com/2008/11/santa-calls.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8588501624699924859/posts/default/4160466098211580239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8588501624699924859/posts/default/4160466098211580239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com/2008/11/santa-calls.html' title='Santa calls....'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15010761948544697815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/SwHcJ56951I/AAAAAAAACEY/OBC-2cQ6I0g/S220/fat+gal+001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/SXGJNgbNo5I/AAAAAAAAB-M/JwydoOR6t6A/s72-c/house+074.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8588501624699924859.post-2143865551448913760</id><published>2008-11-22T02:29:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T13:49:22.325-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bros</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/SXGI73ABkmI/AAAAAAAAB98/rH3MrvaSGk8/s1600-h/house+072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292161599094755938" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/SXGI73ABkmI/AAAAAAAAB98/rH3MrvaSGk8/s320/house+072.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a name="fb_share" type="button_count" href="http://www.facebook.com/sharer.php"&gt;Share&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script src="http://static.ak.fbcdn.net/connect.php/js/FB.Share" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8588501624699924859-2143865551448913760?l=martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com/feeds/2143865551448913760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com/2008/11/bros.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8588501624699924859/posts/default/2143865551448913760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8588501624699924859/posts/default/2143865551448913760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com/2008/11/bros.html' title='Bros'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15010761948544697815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/SwHcJ56951I/AAAAAAAACEY/OBC-2cQ6I0g/S220/fat+gal+001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/SXGI73ABkmI/AAAAAAAAB98/rH3MrvaSGk8/s72-c/house+072.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8588501624699924859.post-7350958634311086363</id><published>2008-11-15T02:28:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T13:49:11.695-05:00</updated><title type='text'>making cookies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/SXGIs-ey_1I/AAAAAAAAB90/iHqK6rHeWvE/s1600-h/house+071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292161343404834642" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/SXGIs-ey_1I/AAAAAAAAB90/iHqK6rHeWvE/s320/house+071.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a name="fb_share" type="button_count" href="http://www.facebook.com/sharer.php"&gt;Share&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script src="http://static.ak.fbcdn.net/connect.php/js/FB.Share" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8588501624699924859-7350958634311086363?l=martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com/feeds/7350958634311086363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com/2008/11/making-cookies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8588501624699924859/posts/default/7350958634311086363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8588501624699924859/posts/default/7350958634311086363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinsneveradullmoment.blogspot.com/2008/11/making-cookies.html' title='making cookies'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15010761948544697815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/SwHcJ56951I/AAAAAAAACEY/OBC-2cQ6I0g/S220/fat+gal+001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_11ZPf8mQksU/SXGIs-ey_1I/AAAAAAAAB90/iHqK6rHeWvE/s72-c/house+071.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
