<?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-17386900</id><updated>2011-12-13T04:01:51.520-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Burned By Blogging</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrmonkeys.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17386900/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrmonkeys.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17386900/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>2J3K&amp;amp;P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11195010401169001517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='14' src='http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e170/kearamon/kids.png'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>203</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17386900.post-6901357718562277072</id><published>2011-06-14T16:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-14T16:33:27.905-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;input name="search" value="" type="search"&gt;&lt;input value="Go!" type="submit"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;form action=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;select name="RoboCamp2011AliceKids"&gt;&lt;option value="Keara"&gt;Keara&lt;/option&gt;&lt;option value="Russell"&gt;Russell&lt;/option&gt;Nikitha&lt;option value="Taylor"&gt;Taylor&lt;/option&gt;&lt;option value="Chris"&gt;Chris&lt;/option&gt;&lt;option value="West"&gt;West&lt;/option&gt;&lt;/select&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input value="Go!" type="submit"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mr. Joseph is super awesome!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:maroon;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Shows I Like:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input name="shows i like" value="wonder pets" type="checkbox"&gt;Wonder Pets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input name="shows i like" value="aladdin" type="checkbox"&gt;Aladdin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input name="shows i like" value="pokemon" type="checkbox"&gt;Pokemon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Robo Camp rules! I'm happy I joined!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm 12, and I like Wonder Pets. That makes me a special 12 year old because there's not very many Wonder Pets fans that are 12! Go Wonder Pets, YAY!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images2.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20101223205628/thewonderpets/images/thumb/c/c3/WonderPetsLogo.png/300px-WonderPetsLogo.png" alt="Wonder Pets Logo" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Linny is my favorite character because she's the most like me. =D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.wikia.com/thewonderpets/images/f/f6/Linny.jpg" alt="Linny" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;My brother Kai likes Tuck, probably because he's a green turtle!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images1.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20101008232058/thewonderpets/images/3/32/Tuck.png" alt="Tuck" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Padraig, my youngest brother, likes Ming-Ming because she's yellow.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.wikia.com/thewonderpets/images/f/fc/Ming-Ming.jpg" alt="Ming-Ming" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, I guess me and my brothers are actually kinda like the Wonder Pets!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style="height: 390px; width: 640px"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PGdOS9gBh-o?version=3"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PGdOS9gBh-o?version=3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" height="390" width="640"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I couldn't find any Wonder Pets videos. There is seriously no place to watch Wonder Pets on the Internet besides Amazon, which costs money. So, I put an Aladdin video. Enjoy! =D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h1&gt;Go Wonder Pets, YAY!!&lt;/h1&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17386900-6901357718562277072?l=harrmonkeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrmonkeys.blogspot.com/feeds/6901357718562277072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17386900&amp;postID=6901357718562277072&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17386900/posts/default/6901357718562277072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17386900/posts/default/6901357718562277072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrmonkeys.blogspot.com/2011/06/keara-russell-nikitha-taylor-chris-west.html' title=''/><author><name>2J3K&amp;amp;P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11195010401169001517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='14' src='http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e170/kearamon/kids.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17386900.post-2087591668992237918</id><published>2011-06-11T16:43:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-12T09:50:44.660-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Search:&gt;&lt;input name="search" value="Enter Keywords" type="search"&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;function show_confirm()&lt;br /&gt;{&lt;br /&gt;var r=confirm("Are you sure you want to search this?);&lt;br /&gt;if (r==true)&lt;br /&gt;  {&lt;br /&gt;  alert("Okay!");&lt;br /&gt;  }&lt;br /&gt;else&lt;br /&gt;  {&lt;br /&gt;  alert("Close this alert now.");&lt;br /&gt;  }&lt;br /&gt;}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;input type="submit" onclick=""show_confirm()" value="Go!"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17386900-2087591668992237918?l=harrmonkeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrmonkeys.blogspot.com/feeds/2087591668992237918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17386900&amp;postID=2087591668992237918&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17386900/posts/default/2087591668992237918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17386900/posts/default/2087591668992237918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrmonkeys.blogspot.com/2011/06/search-function-showconfirm-var.html' title=''/><author><name>2J3K&amp;amp;P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11195010401169001517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='14' src='http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e170/kearamon/kids.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17386900.post-7813897669317024187</id><published>2011-06-11T16:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-11T16:41:47.205-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;!DOCTYPE HTML&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style="height: 300px; width: 300px"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cd07uvkTeKo?version=3"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cd07uvkTeKo?version=3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" width="300" height="300"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Friend Like Me is an awesome song from Aladdin! Aladdin rocks!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17386900-7813897669317024187?l=harrmonkeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrmonkeys.blogspot.com/feeds/7813897669317024187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17386900&amp;postID=7813897669317024187&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17386900/posts/default/7813897669317024187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17386900/posts/default/7813897669317024187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrmonkeys.blogspot.com/2011/06/friend-like-me-is-awesome-song-from.html' title=''/><author><name>2J3K&amp;amp;P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11195010401169001517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='14' src='http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e170/kearamon/kids.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17386900.post-5788366529292323408</id><published>2011-06-11T16:26:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-11T16:26:39.722-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;There are many different ways to say "Hello!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here are a few!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;select title="Hello!" name="type"&gt;&lt;option value="choose"&gt;Choose one.&lt;/option&gt;&lt;option value="hello"&gt;1. Hello!&lt;/option&gt;&lt;option value="hi"&gt;2. Hi!&lt;/option&gt;&lt;option value="hey"&gt;3. Hey!&lt;/option&gt;&lt;option value="konnichiwa"&gt;4. Kon'nichiwa!&lt;/option&gt;&lt;option value="ohayo"&gt;5. Ohiyo!&lt;/option&gt;&lt;option value="konbanwa"&gt;6. Konbanwa!&lt;/option&gt;&lt;option value="hola"&gt;7. Hola!&lt;/option&gt;&lt;option value="aloha"&gt;8. Aloha!&lt;/option&gt;&lt;option value="bonjour"&gt;9. Bonjour!&lt;/option&gt;&lt;option value="nihao"&gt;10. Nihao!&lt;/option&gt;&lt;/select&gt;&lt;input value="Go!" type="submit"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;There are even more ways that I am not going to list, but I hope you enjoyed choosing you favorite!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17386900-5788366529292323408?l=harrmonkeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrmonkeys.blogspot.com/feeds/5788366529292323408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17386900&amp;postID=5788366529292323408&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17386900/posts/default/5788366529292323408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17386900/posts/default/5788366529292323408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrmonkeys.blogspot.com/2011/06/there-are-many-different-ways-to-say.html' title=''/><author><name>2J3K&amp;amp;P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11195010401169001517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='14' src='http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e170/kearamon/kids.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17386900.post-2031913254349596146</id><published>2011-06-11T16:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-11T16:04:41.855-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span p=""    style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:black;"&gt;What is for dinner?&lt;form action=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;select name="Dinner"&gt;&lt;option value="choose one"&gt;Choose One&lt;/option&gt;&lt;option value="mac n' cheese"&gt;Mac N' Cheese&lt;/option&gt;&lt;option value="rice"&gt;Rice&lt;/option&gt;&lt;option value="chicken"&gt;Chicken&lt;/option&gt;&lt;option value="steak"&gt;Steak&lt;/option&gt;&lt;/select&gt;&lt;input value="Go" type="submit"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17386900-2031913254349596146?l=harrmonkeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrmonkeys.blogspot.com/feeds/2031913254349596146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17386900&amp;postID=2031913254349596146&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17386900/posts/default/2031913254349596146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17386900/posts/default/2031913254349596146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrmonkeys.blogspot.com/2011/06/what-is-for-dinner-choose-one-mac-n.html' title=''/><author><name>2J3K&amp;amp;P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11195010401169001517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='14' src='http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e170/kearamon/kids.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17386900.post-1216327153467330950</id><published>2010-01-03T11:37:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T11:42:48.144-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Wii&lt;/span&gt; Guitar Hero is really very fun. We rocked out last night. We discovered that Jason has been hiding his singing talents for 15 years. He was pretty good. Not so &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;much&lt;/span&gt; a rapper but the singing was nice. The drums are hard...I didn't even do the hardest level...actually beginner I think &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Keara&lt;/span&gt;, of course, was the best singer and Padraig can play the guitar well. Kai is just pure rock star! We will be &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;playing&lt;/span&gt; with that a lot. Thank you &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Guinney&lt;/span&gt; and Papa and of course Nan and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Poppi&lt;/span&gt; too. We also got Midnight Bowling...FUN! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt; so it's not exactly an exciting post but it's something. ;) Have a great day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17386900-1216327153467330950?l=harrmonkeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrmonkeys.blogspot.com/feeds/1216327153467330950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17386900&amp;postID=1216327153467330950&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17386900/posts/default/1216327153467330950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17386900/posts/default/1216327153467330950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrmonkeys.blogspot.com/2010/01/wii-guitar-hero-is-really-very-fun.html' title=''/><author><name>2J3K&amp;amp;P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11195010401169001517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='14' src='http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e170/kearamon/kids.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17386900.post-2050738469568121914</id><published>2010-01-01T15:39:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T15:57:47.669-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Going to try this again...</title><content type='html'>How about a comeback? Yeah I have been absent after getting burned by blogging...my new name dedicated to remind myself that it will not happen again nor will I allow myself to be pulled into that direction again! I will just not go there. SO I am here to be positive and funny and all those other fantastic qualities that I so highly regard myself with having. I will not let the weak or negative in. And I appreciate no comments of the such either (I can an d will delete them). Here's to changing the world and making it a better place BAH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17386900-2050738469568121914?l=harrmonkeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrmonkeys.blogspot.com/feeds/2050738469568121914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17386900&amp;postID=2050738469568121914&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17386900/posts/default/2050738469568121914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17386900/posts/default/2050738469568121914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrmonkeys.blogspot.com/2010/01/going-to-try-this-again.html' title='Going to try this again...'/><author><name>2J3K&amp;amp;P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11195010401169001517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='14' src='http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e170/kearamon/kids.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17386900.post-4754288160083266440</id><published>2008-06-29T15:49:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T15:51:47.333-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cannot see</title><content type='html'>I will return when I can fully see what I am typing. I had a procedure (er the whole top of my eye was cut off) done and I cannot see well right now. This took far too long to type LOL. See ya soon, pun intended!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17386900-4754288160083266440?l=harrmonkeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrmonkeys.blogspot.com/feeds/4754288160083266440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17386900&amp;postID=4754288160083266440&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17386900/posts/default/4754288160083266440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17386900/posts/default/4754288160083266440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrmonkeys.blogspot.com/2008/06/cannot-see.html' title='Cannot see'/><author><name>2J3K&amp;amp;P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11195010401169001517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='14' src='http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e170/kearamon/kids.png'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17386900.post-9182583252499745563</id><published>2008-05-27T17:14:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T17:18:03.911-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My sweet boy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NrKF2lJX184/SDyH4jG3G7I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/h5SMaOQEObY/s1600-h/AngelPic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205184674899893170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NrKF2lJX184/SDyH4jG3G7I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/h5SMaOQEObY/s320/AngelPic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This was my Mother's Day present! I found a company that would retouch Killian's picture for me. People have been offended seeing it in it's previous form. I have always thought he was perfect but this is something that I can actually share with ANYONE and NO one should feel offended. I am so pleased with the results. He was so sweet, so perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17386900-9182583252499745563?l=harrmonkeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrmonkeys.blogspot.com/feeds/9182583252499745563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17386900&amp;postID=9182583252499745563&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17386900/posts/default/9182583252499745563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17386900/posts/default/9182583252499745563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrmonkeys.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-sweet-boy.html' title='My sweet boy'/><author><name>2J3K&amp;amp;P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11195010401169001517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='14' src='http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e170/kearamon/kids.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NrKF2lJX184/SDyH4jG3G7I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/h5SMaOQEObY/s72-c/AngelPic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17386900.post-6459659057727588253</id><published>2008-05-22T17:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T17:30:20.335-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NrKF2lJX184/SDXzyDG3G5I/AAAAAAAAAMA/DrdScgaZBtA/s1600-h/Picture+388.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203332985649568658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NrKF2lJX184/SDXzyDG3G5I/AAAAAAAAAMA/DrdScgaZBtA/s320/Picture+388.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NrKF2lJX184/SDXzyjG3G6I/AAAAAAAAAMI/C2QWJJS1fHE/s1600-h/Picture+389.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203332994239503266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NrKF2lJX184/SDXzyjG3G6I/AAAAAAAAAMI/C2QWJJS1fHE/s320/Picture+389.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And now this is what Drig's poison ivy looks like....YUCK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17386900-6459659057727588253?l=harrmonkeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrmonkeys.blogspot.com/feeds/6459659057727588253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17386900&amp;postID=6459659057727588253&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17386900/posts/default/6459659057727588253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17386900/posts/default/6459659057727588253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrmonkeys.blogspot.com/2008/05/and-now-this-is-what-drigs-poison-ivy.html' title=''/><author><name>2J3K&amp;amp;P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11195010401169001517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='14' src='http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e170/kearamon/kids.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NrKF2lJX184/SDXzyDG3G5I/AAAAAAAAAMA/DrdScgaZBtA/s72-c/Picture+388.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17386900.post-3418754576684161667</id><published>2008-05-20T08:14:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T08:21:30.869-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Kai the Rockstar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NrKF2lJX184/SDLPLlo60hI/AAAAAAAAALw/GNZx6b7-ZB4/s1600-h/Picture+361.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202448317555593746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NrKF2lJX184/SDLPLlo60hI/AAAAAAAAALw/GNZx6b7-ZB4/s320/Picture+361.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NrKF2lJX184/SDLPMlo60iI/AAAAAAAAAL4/57WE_KF97kM/s1600-h/Picture+362.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202448334735462946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NrKF2lJX184/SDLPMlo60iI/AAAAAAAAAL4/57WE_KF97kM/s320/Picture+362.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Kai wanted his Mohawk for the summer. We were cutting hair last night and decided since it was the last week, why not? So my boy has the Mohawk. It actually fits him quite well. You should have seen the looks he was getting from all the teachers as I dropped him off today. I just do not understand what the big deal is. I have never understood hair as a problem. I guess I am a bad mom for letting him do it but oh well. What do you think?? Is it wrong, in poor taste or judgement to let your child have a Mohawk or any other *wild* hair cut? Let me know, I can agree to disagree ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17386900-3418754576684161667?l=harrmonkeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrmonkeys.blogspot.com/feeds/3418754576684161667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17386900&amp;postID=3418754576684161667&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17386900/posts/default/3418754576684161667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17386900/posts/default/3418754576684161667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrmonkeys.blogspot.com/2008/05/kai-rockstar.html' title='Kai the Rockstar'/><author><name>2J3K&amp;amp;P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11195010401169001517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='14' src='http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e170/kearamon/kids.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NrKF2lJX184/SDLPLlo60hI/AAAAAAAAALw/GNZx6b7-ZB4/s72-c/Picture+361.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17386900.post-1346660295425800624</id><published>2008-05-18T21:17:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T21:31:41.983-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Whatever</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NrKF2lJX184/SDDmTFo60gI/AAAAAAAAALo/gGxLrx1iPhg/s1600-h/Picture+354.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201910785218630146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NrKF2lJX184/SDDmTFo60gI/AAAAAAAAALo/gGxLrx1iPhg/s320/Picture+354.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This is a picture for later reading....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So here's the lowdown from last week. Let's see, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Keara&lt;/span&gt; got in trouble for her shorts being too tight for school...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;WTF&lt;/span&gt; they were bike shorts but she is in 3rd grade! Whatever. Then she got in trouble for doodling in her journal, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;WTF&lt;/span&gt; again! Isn't a journal a place of self expression?? Whatever again! Next, she comes home to tell us that she has a project that is overdue. I never, not one freaking time heard of this project. It was assigned in March! DUH, don't ya think they could have sent us a note?? Freaking whatever! Then she had her chorus program and I didn't sing, so I was getting some really nasty looks and she was literally growling at me from the risers. I so adore being such a bad mom! And no not whatever. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The best is yet to come....&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Keara&lt;/span&gt; told the boys to rub poison ivy all over their bodies. Well Kai was smarter than that and didn't do it. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Drig&lt;/span&gt; wasn't and he rubbed it on his belly. Speed forward to later that night when he is bathing and I notice a faint black spot on his belly along with various other weird spots. Nothing resembling poison ivy I might add. The next day, the spot is DARK black and looks like a mole. Of course I freaked out a little and took him to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Dr&lt;/span&gt;. She had no idea either. She took a picture and had another &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Dr&lt;/span&gt;. look, gave us some steroids and said to call her on Mon. So, over the weekend I hunted down various articles, apparently it's rare but you can get what is called black spot poison ivy. His now looks like poison ivy would as the black spots have either fallen off or been scratched off. It just freaking figures that he has to go and get something rare...imagine that!! And the ring leader....no spots what so ever for her! Whatever!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17386900-1346660295425800624?l=harrmonkeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrmonkeys.blogspot.com/feeds/1346660295425800624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17386900&amp;postID=1346660295425800624&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17386900/posts/default/1346660295425800624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17386900/posts/default/1346660295425800624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrmonkeys.blogspot.com/2008/05/whatever.html' title='Whatever'/><author><name>2J3K&amp;amp;P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11195010401169001517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='14' src='http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e170/kearamon/kids.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NrKF2lJX184/SDDmTFo60gI/AAAAAAAAALo/gGxLrx1iPhg/s72-c/Picture+354.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17386900.post-8038241616706863196</id><published>2008-05-09T11:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T11:12:35.718-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Kai's big event!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NrKF2lJX184/SCR306HrpuI/AAAAAAAAALY/SH39K_SO-0k/s1600-h/Picture+352.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198411620730775266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NrKF2lJX184/SCR306HrpuI/AAAAAAAAALY/SH39K_SO-0k/s320/Picture+352.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NrKF2lJX184/SCR31aHrpvI/AAAAAAAAALg/HibGsHiXZAw/s1600-h/kaitf1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198411629320709874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NrKF2lJX184/SCR31aHrpvI/AAAAAAAAALg/HibGsHiXZAw/s320/kaitf1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17386900-8038241616706863196?l=harrmonkeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrmonkeys.blogspot.com/feeds/8038241616706863196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17386900&amp;postID=8038241616706863196&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17386900/posts/default/8038241616706863196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17386900/posts/default/8038241616706863196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrmonkeys.blogspot.com/2008/05/kais-big-event.html' title='Kai&apos;s big event!'/><author><name>2J3K&amp;amp;P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11195010401169001517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='14' src='http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e170/kearamon/kids.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NrKF2lJX184/SCR306HrpuI/AAAAAAAAALY/SH39K_SO-0k/s72-c/Picture+352.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17386900.post-8656999125631027225</id><published>2008-04-30T20:23:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T20:24:46.671-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Who is out there??</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I would love to hear from my frequent blog readers. If you want to leave a message I don't bite!! What can I change, what am I doing right? Who is out there?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17386900-8656999125631027225?l=harrmonkeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrmonkeys.blogspot.com/feeds/8656999125631027225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17386900&amp;postID=8656999125631027225&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17386900/posts/default/8656999125631027225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17386900/posts/default/8656999125631027225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrmonkeys.blogspot.com/2008/04/who-is-out-there.html' title='Who is out there??'/><author><name>2J3K&amp;amp;P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11195010401169001517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='14' src='http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e170/kearamon/kids.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17386900.post-8535144544815603364</id><published>2008-04-29T20:32:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T20:37:53.831-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My newest drawings</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NrKF2lJX184/SBfM1zUOOkI/AAAAAAAAAKg/JqikmyRr5Vg/s1600-h/IMG_0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194845919875316290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NrKF2lJX184/SBfM1zUOOkI/AAAAAAAAAKg/JqikmyRr5Vg/s320/IMG_0001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NrKF2lJX184/SBfM2jUOOlI/AAAAAAAAAKo/aj2A5MqvFFo/s1600-h/IMG_0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194845932760218194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NrKF2lJX184/SBfM2jUOOlI/AAAAAAAAAKo/aj2A5MqvFFo/s320/IMG_0002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NrKF2lJX184/SBfM2zUOOmI/AAAAAAAAAKw/c-eRcRW6-F8/s1600-h/IMG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194845937055185506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NrKF2lJX184/SBfM2zUOOmI/AAAAAAAAAKw/c-eRcRW6-F8/s320/IMG.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17386900-8535144544815603364?l=harrmonkeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrmonkeys.blogspot.com/feeds/8535144544815603364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17386900&amp;postID=8535144544815603364&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17386900/posts/default/8535144544815603364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17386900/posts/default/8535144544815603364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrmonkeys.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-newest-drawings.html' title='My newest drawings'/><author><name>2J3K&amp;amp;P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11195010401169001517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='14' src='http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e170/kearamon/kids.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NrKF2lJX184/SBfM1zUOOkI/AAAAAAAAAKg/JqikmyRr5Vg/s72-c/IMG_0001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17386900.post-2183582879676984135</id><published>2008-04-28T09:26:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T09:42:49.427-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rough weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So, people tell you that time heals the pain. It isn't so! I still have a deep ache in my heart and it doesn't fade. I still can feel that raw, extraordinary sorrow and time has not made it any easier. I think the loss of a child is just not natural and the heartache will always be there. So my weekend was just what I expect. It was rough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keara is taking some back steps lately. She has become obsessed with going to the bathroom. UGH She has decided that her brain controls her and she cannot ignore the feeling of having to pee. I have tried every approach out there. So we are calling the Dr. today to try and figure out what to do next. It just sux because I know it is *real* to her but we cannot keep doing the bedtime thing. Then I have to use the *special* meds to control it and of course, this morning was bad. She has a blister and that just compounds the problem. You know, if I had all the money in the world, the very first thing I would pay for would be a para-pro for Keara. I just don't have the money and as of yet, the school issue is not solved. Poor Kai, he tries to just ignore it but I know it's affecting him. He is getting more and more disruptive at home for attention. It is almost impossible to explain to him that we are not trying to be unfair to him and that Keara requires the rewards, attention etc. He is just too young to understand. Hell, I might be too old to understand. UGH Then I have to talk Drig out of his obsession of either being first to bed or third...don't even get me started. OCD sux. I wish that I was more patient and could say I understand their need to have things just so, but I just don't. I am not like that and I just try to do what I need to do to help. But with Keara, I am never right. I am evil and unwilling to do what she needs. I just wish I could be the mom she needs instead of the one she really despises. UGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I am venting and of course questioning. This really sux!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17386900-2183582879676984135?l=harrmonkeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrmonkeys.blogspot.com/feeds/2183582879676984135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17386900&amp;postID=2183582879676984135&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17386900/posts/default/2183582879676984135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17386900/posts/default/2183582879676984135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrmonkeys.blogspot.com/2008/04/rough-weekend.html' title='Rough weekend'/><author><name>2J3K&amp;amp;P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11195010401169001517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='14' src='http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e170/kearamon/kids.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17386900.post-2603007543540675962</id><published>2008-04-26T10:58:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T11:14:16.597-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Killian Joseph 4-26-97</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NrKF2lJX184/SBNT4zUOOjI/AAAAAAAAAKY/d2EGgy7wjMs/s1600-h/IMG_0007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193587030601120306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NrKF2lJX184/SBNT4zUOOjI/AAAAAAAAAKY/d2EGgy7wjMs/s320/IMG_0007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My Angel Killian....Mommy still feels your heartbeat. I love you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17386900-2603007543540675962?l=harrmonkeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrmonkeys.blogspot.com/feeds/2603007543540675962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17386900&amp;postID=2603007543540675962&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17386900/posts/default/2603007543540675962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17386900/posts/default/2603007543540675962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrmonkeys.blogspot.com/2008/04/killian-joseph-4-26-97.html' title='Killian Joseph 4-26-97'/><author><name>2J3K&amp;amp;P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11195010401169001517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='14' src='http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e170/kearamon/kids.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NrKF2lJX184/SBNT4zUOOjI/AAAAAAAAAKY/d2EGgy7wjMs/s72-c/IMG_0007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17386900.post-8382682877271928008</id><published>2008-04-22T22:03:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T22:10:38.291-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My basketball boy and "cool" girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NrKF2lJX184/SA6oQDUOOfI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/6CB-i10XuVo/s1600-h/Picture+344.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192272414126258674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NrKF2lJX184/SA6oQDUOOfI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/6CB-i10XuVo/s320/Picture+344.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NrKF2lJX184/SA6oQjUOOgI/AAAAAAAAAKA/dghSH7TdL6U/s1600-h/Picture+346.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192272422716193282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NrKF2lJX184/SA6oQjUOOgI/AAAAAAAAAKA/dghSH7TdL6U/s320/Picture+346.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NrKF2lJX184/SA6oRDUOOhI/AAAAAAAAAKI/p0GQX52_B5o/s1600-h/Picture+345.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192272431306127890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NrKF2lJX184/SA6oRDUOOhI/AAAAAAAAAKI/p0GQX52_B5o/s320/Picture+345.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NrKF2lJX184/SA6oRTUOOiI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/GIX-h8eF3_c/s1600-h/Picture+312.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192272435601095202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NrKF2lJX184/SA6oRTUOOiI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/GIX-h8eF3_c/s320/Picture+312.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Keara's idea of the "cool" outfit LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17386900-8382682877271928008?l=harrmonkeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrmonkeys.blogspot.com/feeds/8382682877271928008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17386900&amp;postID=8382682877271928008&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17386900/posts/default/8382682877271928008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17386900/posts/default/8382682877271928008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrmonkeys.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-basketball-boy-and-cool-girl.html' title='My basketball boy and &quot;cool&quot; girl'/><author><name>2J3K&amp;amp;P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11195010401169001517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='14' src='http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e170/kearamon/kids.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NrKF2lJX184/SA6oQDUOOfI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/6CB-i10XuVo/s72-c/Picture+344.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17386900.post-6376429213869047555</id><published>2008-04-21T10:03:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T10:14:17.418-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Give me strength</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NrKF2lJX184/SAyu4g_JJtI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/SDPppdr_hR8/s1600-h/Picture+332.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191716756402022098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NrKF2lJX184/SAyu4g_JJtI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/SDPppdr_hR8/s320/Picture+332.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NrKF2lJX184/SAyu5A_JJuI/AAAAAAAAAJY/aXSkxIBTgDc/s1600-h/Picture+327.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191716764991956706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NrKF2lJX184/SAyu5A_JJuI/AAAAAAAAAJY/aXSkxIBTgDc/s320/Picture+327.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NrKF2lJX184/SAyu6Q_JJvI/AAAAAAAAAJg/0AvUITXzn4o/s1600-h/Picture+325.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191716786466793202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NrKF2lJX184/SAyu6Q_JJvI/AAAAAAAAAJg/0AvUITXzn4o/s320/Picture+325.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So Keara had a bad morning. UGH I knew the other shoe would drop but man when it has to drop on me in the morning (the morning I am alone of course) it sux. She has a problem with her socks every morning but this time we could not get past it. So, I loaded her up in the car and she went barefoot. We tried for about 1.5 hours to get those damn things on but it just wasn't happening. She finally got the choice of shoes or finding an ISS room (in school suspension). I left her with the Special Ed. teacher and she was screaming. She finally gave in. She is in her classroom, but I can guarentee she will RAGE tonight. Please give me the strnegth I need to deal tonight. Hercules is dead and we will be sad for awhile! UGH UGH UGH. Anyone know of any cute, easy horseshoe crafts? Keara has decided to do that to earn the money for the farm. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17386900-6376429213869047555?l=harrmonkeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrmonkeys.blogspot.com/feeds/6376429213869047555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17386900&amp;postID=6376429213869047555&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17386900/posts/default/6376429213869047555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17386900/posts/default/6376429213869047555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrmonkeys.blogspot.com/2008/04/give-me-strength.html' title='Give me strength'/><author><name>2J3K&amp;amp;P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11195010401169001517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='14' src='http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e170/kearamon/kids.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NrKF2lJX184/SAyu4g_JJtI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/SDPppdr_hR8/s72-c/Picture+332.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17386900.post-8494096483894290190</id><published>2008-04-19T15:43:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T15:49:53.558-05:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Keara had her horse show today. It was really exciting. When we first got there, the woman in charge came over and took Jay and I aside. Hercules (Keara's horse) had died. OMG! Keara was really happy and we didn't want to tell her before she had to ride, so we just said that Hercules was helping a different farm. She rode on Sherlock Holmes and did wonderful. After I took her over to a beautiful little pond they have there and told her about Hercules. At first, she said "no mama, Hercules did not die." Then we talked about Hercules going to Heaven and probably Mimi (my grandma) was riding him. She is very sad. She has decided to try and raise some money to sponsor her favorite dog, Grace. She wants to do it to honor Hercules. OMG, she is truly an amazing little girl. I am very proud to be her mama. My heart is hurting a bit though because I know this is going to be tough for her. I will put video and pictures up soon. SO SAD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17386900-8494096483894290190?l=harrmonkeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrmonkeys.blogspot.com/feeds/8494096483894290190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17386900&amp;postID=8494096483894290190&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17386900/posts/default/8494096483894290190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17386900/posts/default/8494096483894290190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrmonkeys.blogspot.com/2008/04/omg.html' title='OMG'/><author><name>2J3K&amp;amp;P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11195010401169001517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='14' src='http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e170/kearamon/kids.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17386900.post-625093548749921004</id><published>2008-04-19T12:20:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T12:32:19.941-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Where to begin?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ok so I have been MIA. We have gone through some really hard times with Keara. Well I say that and really it was only 2 times so actually she is doing good overall. It is just that the 2x were WAY out there. So we have a new med that we use in those times and it helps. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Let's see.... the break down of my last couple of weeks. I have painted the entire house (minus the kitchen, but that will be coming), we even did the ceilings this time....WOW they POP!! I had my mom here for a visit, that was a whirlwind. We had so much to do, we really did not stop while she was here.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I had a birthday shhhh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We had a teacher appreciation breakfast that I organized. It went ok, not as great as I had hoped but oh well. (the teachers went out and cleaned the stuff up before I could get back, I felt really bad). We had Keara's IEP meeting and that was the best it has ever gone....I LOVE her teacher, the new principal and speech teacher. They are awesome. Keara has her Horse Show today. She said "mama, I might even jump, might mama. Just might!" (it's just a step up thing LOL) Oh did I tell ya that I might just be allergic to hay. Like truly allergic. I always feel awful after we leave and my throat starts to swell. I have been taking Benadryl after but that sux. I need to go to the dr. but I haven't had the time and now her session is ending. If she does it again, I will go. And we got her into the Autism Clinic again, so stoked about it! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;More later, gotta go to the farm....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17386900-625093548749921004?l=harrmonkeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrmonkeys.blogspot.com/feeds/625093548749921004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17386900&amp;postID=625093548749921004&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17386900/posts/default/625093548749921004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17386900/posts/default/625093548749921004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrmonkeys.blogspot.com/2008/04/where-to-begin.html' title='Where to begin?'/><author><name>2J3K&amp;amp;P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11195010401169001517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='14' src='http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e170/kearamon/kids.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17386900.post-1225342023188680906</id><published>2008-04-02T09:01:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T09:21:33.084-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring has arrived</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ACK. Time gets away from me these days. Computer time is like nonexistent! I have spring fever like you would not believe. Maybe it's the kids being cooped up with sickness or something. Anywhosen, I have started painting. I did the hall, playroom, kids bedroom, and both bathrooms. I didn't have to do the living room, just touch up. The master is my next tackle because I just cannot stand it anymore. The kitchen is in need but we have these horrible wood panels that are carved out in the center...I am not explaining it right but I will take a picture and show ya. Basically I want to do it but Jay is not on board. It is a huge undertaking for me because I have such choppy time. The walls have to be hand stroked with a brush and I just don't know if I can stand to do it little increments right now. I will see. I am just lucky to have gotten this much out of Jay. Of course, he hasn't done any hard work, just rolling. I did all the prep spackling, trim and even cut in the tops, bottoms, sides etc. He is not a fixer-upper. He doesn't like labor. LOL So the kids playroom was awful. There were walls that practically could have been re-sheet rocked. (no clue if that's a real word) I had to use so much spackle in there it was pitiful. This is Kai's doing, he is my little destroyer. UGH He put a hole in the wall between the playroom and the sleeping room (on both sides) so he could spy on Keara. He used to drop his brother's toys down there too, until we made it clear that he was not only paying to fix the hole but he was getting his brother new toys too! Funny how that work. The bedroom where the kids sleep (they want to be together...I have tried to put them in separate and not one will have it) was tricky. I knew we had to do it over the weekend because of Keara's issues. It was, as I suspected, a problem. Keara really went off on me..."you are evil mama...how could you?" I had prepared, though. We discussed what we could do with the new room and we ended up getting new wall stickers. They were better than before so she was thrilled. Of course, when ya buy for one, all must have it. So Keara's is princess and Hannah Montana, Kai's is Sponge Bob and Drig's is Cars. I need to take pictures of that too. My arms are tired and I went the entire time until yesterday without getting paint in my hair. Of course, it's white. LOL &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;more later....gotta do some laundry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17386900-1225342023188680906?l=harrmonkeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrmonkeys.blogspot.com/feeds/1225342023188680906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17386900&amp;postID=1225342023188680906&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17386900/posts/default/1225342023188680906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17386900/posts/default/1225342023188680906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrmonkeys.blogspot.com/2008/04/ack.html' title='Spring has arrived'/><author><name>2J3K&amp;amp;P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11195010401169001517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='14' src='http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e170/kearamon/kids.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17386900.post-3044442978574647409</id><published>2008-03-23T19:06:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T19:11:20.618-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Great Keara news</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The kids had a fabulous Easter. The Easter Bunny got them each a bike. (Before you tell me how awful that is for Easter...blah, blah...we didn't do much for Christmas because we knew we wanted this for Easter. It is a much better time of year and we were traveling on Christmas.) So anyway, Keara has never been able to ride without training wheels. This new bike doesn't have any. We took the kids to the school parking lot to ride and it was so wonderful. Keara learned in, I kid you not, 5 minutes how to ride. By the time we were done, she was riding, stopping, braking, saving herself from falling and starting all by herself. We are so proud of her. It was so amazing to watch. Just had to brag!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17386900-3044442978574647409?l=harrmonkeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrmonkeys.blogspot.com/feeds/3044442978574647409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17386900&amp;postID=3044442978574647409&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17386900/posts/default/3044442978574647409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17386900/posts/default/3044442978574647409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrmonkeys.blogspot.com/2008/03/great-keara-news.html' title='Great Keara news'/><author><name>2J3K&amp;amp;P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11195010401169001517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='14' src='http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e170/kearamon/kids.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17386900.post-1413735587571069829</id><published>2008-03-21T13:41:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T13:44:52.936-05:00</updated><title type='text'>So now it's a rash...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Keara has developed a rash over her entire body. It is itchy. We tried Benadryl but it didn't work. So I took her in to the Dr. and he says "yeah, she sure does have a rash!" UMM thank you I think I figured that out. I wouldn't even normally take her but with as bad as she was sick, I couldn't chance it. The Dr. does think they are related but nothing to worry about. Now it's just watch and see. Poor girl though, it makes me itch just looking at her. UGH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17386900-1413735587571069829?l=harrmonkeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrmonkeys.blogspot.com/feeds/1413735587571069829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17386900&amp;postID=1413735587571069829&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17386900/posts/default/1413735587571069829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17386900/posts/default/1413735587571069829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrmonkeys.blogspot.com/2008/03/so-now-its-rash.html' title='So now it&apos;s a rash...'/><author><name>2J3K&amp;amp;P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11195010401169001517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='14' src='http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e170/kearamon/kids.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17386900.post-1072377081379602531</id><published>2008-03-21T13:33:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T13:40:48.319-05:00</updated><title type='text'>How many letters in the alphabet?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;On Big Brother one of the girls was talking about how there are 27 letters in the alphabet. We found that little bit quite funny. We decided just to prove that.... you know everyone knows that is wrong... we asked Kai how many there were~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Us - "Buddy, how many letters are in the alphabet? You can count if you want."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Kai - "27!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Us - "Um okay, count it out loud for us."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Kai - "A-1, B-2 .....X-24, Y-25, AND-26, Z-27!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This is exactly how the girl on BB did it. So I guess there are two out there. I had never heard anyone do that before and I just couldn't believe it but I guess it's pretty common?? Or should I worry about Kai?? LMAO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17386900-1072377081379602531?l=harrmonkeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrmonkeys.blogspot.com/feeds/1072377081379602531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17386900&amp;postID=1072377081379602531&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17386900/posts/default/1072377081379602531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17386900/posts/default/1072377081379602531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrmonkeys.blogspot.com/2008/03/how-many-letters-in-alphabet.html' title='How many letters in the alphabet?'/><author><name>2J3K&amp;amp;P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11195010401169001517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='14' src='http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e170/kearamon/kids.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17386900.post-8479793797023957909</id><published>2008-03-19T11:27:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T11:31:14.517-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Kai in the Hat!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NrKF2lJX184/R-E_wLy9FBI/AAAAAAAAAI4/auZpGsgSraI/s1600-h/Picture+265.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179491143485559826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NrKF2lJX184/R-E_wLy9FBI/AAAAAAAAAI4/auZpGsgSraI/s320/Picture+265.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NrKF2lJX184/R-E_wry9FCI/AAAAAAAAAJA/Vk0BE_-G060/s1600-h/Picture+266.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179491152075494434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NrKF2lJX184/R-E_wry9FCI/AAAAAAAAAJA/Vk0BE_-G060/s320/Picture+266.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NrKF2lJX184/R-E_w7y9FDI/AAAAAAAAAJI/Cl_xKI_xf28/s1600-h/Picture+267.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179491156370461746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NrKF2lJX184/R-E_w7y9FDI/AAAAAAAAAJI/Cl_xKI_xf28/s320/Picture+267.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17386900-8479793797023957909?l=harrmonkeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrmonkeys.blogspot.com/feeds/8479793797023957909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17386900&amp;postID=8479793797023957909&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17386900/posts/default/8479793797023957909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17386900/posts/default/8479793797023957909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrmonkeys.blogspot.com/2008/03/kai-in-hat.html' title='Kai in the Hat!'/><author><name>2J3K&amp;amp;P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11195010401169001517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='14' src='http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e170/kearamon/kids.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NrKF2lJX184/R-E_wLy9FBI/AAAAAAAAAI4/auZpGsgSraI/s72-c/Picture+265.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17386900.post-4777233401671137816</id><published>2008-03-18T17:46:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T17:55:09.590-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Keara the Meteorologist</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NrKF2lJX184/R-BHw7y9E8I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/318juaVF_xU/s1600-h/Picture+271.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179218477486773186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NrKF2lJX184/R-BHw7y9E8I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/318juaVF_xU/s320/Picture+271.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NrKF2lJX184/R-BHxby9E9I/AAAAAAAAAIY/HiONHmxbXO4/s1600-h/Picture+270.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179218486076707794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NrKF2lJX184/R-BHxby9E9I/AAAAAAAAAIY/HiONHmxbXO4/s320/Picture+270.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NrKF2lJX184/R-BHx7y9E-I/AAAAAAAAAIg/2iaRQ5Chtyw/s1600-h/Picture+278.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179218494666642402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NrKF2lJX184/R-BHx7y9E-I/AAAAAAAAAIg/2iaRQ5Chtyw/s320/Picture+278.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NrKF2lJX184/R-BHyby9E_I/AAAAAAAAAIo/UYuqcAAf9aE/s1600-h/Picture+277.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179218503256577010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NrKF2lJX184/R-BHyby9E_I/AAAAAAAAAIo/UYuqcAAf9aE/s320/Picture+277.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NrKF2lJX184/R-BHyry9FAI/AAAAAAAAAIw/zVfnnAYy6SE/s1600-h/Picture+280.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179218507551544322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NrKF2lJX184/R-BHyry9FAI/AAAAAAAAAIw/zVfnnAYy6SE/s320/Picture+280.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Keara went with her daddy today on a private tour of the WTVM News/Weather center in Columbus, Ga. Jay knows the General Manager and was able to arrange for the personal look. She got to talk with Meteorologist Bruce Lee for about 45min. He explained all of his weather maps and the basics for forecasting. He let her use his desk, computers, and even the blue screen with the clicker. She was beyond thrilled. We are so proud of her, she asked him some really thoughtful questions about schooling and such. She even got his autograph in one of her weather books. I just wanted to share her exciting day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17386900-4777233401671137816?l=harrmonkeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrmonkeys.blogspot.com/feeds/4777233401671137816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17386900&amp;postID=4777233401671137816&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17386900/posts/default/4777233401671137816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17386900/posts/default/4777233401671137816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrmonkeys.blogspot.com/2008/03/keara-meteorologist.html' title='Keara the Meteorologist'/><author><name>2J3K&amp;amp;P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11195010401169001517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='14' src='http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e170/kearamon/kids.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NrKF2lJX184/R-BHw7y9E8I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/318juaVF_xU/s72-c/Picture+271.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17386900.post-5173174233456015215</id><published>2008-03-18T17:42:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T12:49:41.276-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Congratulations Jay!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Jason took his PGA certification yesterday. This is something beyond the basic PGA Card. It is specialized in categories of your career. (He may do a couple more along the way) He passed! I'm so proud of him. He studied and accomplished something not many have. He is certified in Golf Operations and of course the Core. Now he can start his work toward a Master Professional. Again, I am so VERY proud of him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17386900-5173174233456015215?l=harrmonkeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrmonkeys.blogspot.com/feeds/5173174233456015215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17386900&amp;postID=5173174233456015215&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17386900/posts/default/5173174233456015215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17386900/posts/default/5173174233456015215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrmonkeys.blogspot.com/2008/03/congratulations-jay.html' title='Congratulations Jay!'/><author><name>2J3K&amp;amp;P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11195010401169001517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='14' src='http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e170/kearamon/kids.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17386900.post-4570897864374824500</id><published>2008-03-18T17:36:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T17:42:38.413-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Virus time !</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Keara&lt;/span&gt; has weathered the storm. It has been a long week and a half. She probably lost 10lbs at least. Yesterday was her first day of truly feeling better. Poor thing! Now it is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Drig's&lt;/span&gt; turn. He started with the fevers Friday. Today I took him in because he complained about his ear and he has been &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;crawling&lt;/span&gt; due to calf pain. He has an ear infection. The pain is probably just from the virus but we are watching it. The scary part has been how quickly his fevers rise. He will go from 99 to 102 in like ten minutes. This is usually been when he does seizures in the past, so mama has been kinda freaking out this week. I'm waiting for it to happen and really dread it. Knock on wood, so far, so good. Kai has yet to be struck, so I figure as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Drig&lt;/span&gt; gets better, Kai will get it. And of course then Jay! So please pray that I can hold up through this! Sorry for not updating sooner, it's been kinda dreary around here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17386900-4570897864374824500?l=harrmonkeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrmonkeys.blogspot.com/feeds/4570897864374824500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17386900&amp;postID=4570897864374824500&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17386900/posts/default/4570897864374824500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17386900/posts/default/4570897864374824500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrmonkeys.blogspot.com/2008/03/virus-time.html' title='Virus time !'/><author><name>2J3K&amp;amp;P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11195010401169001517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='14' src='http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e170/kearamon/kids.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17386900.post-7047461886702388556</id><published>2008-03-11T20:20:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T20:40:07.510-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Where do I begin....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So when last I wrote, Keara had a meltdown. Well we had another one. It was AWFUL! We had all the dr's on the line and were mere minutes from taking her in. I tried something that a wonderfully wise friend suggested but she was too far gone for that. So I used a really tough approach and for some unknown reason, it worked. The next day we got her in to her Ped. She was really thoughtful and offered some great advice. We also got an emergency visit with the dr. in B'ham. It is far but SO worth the drive. This dr. is great and she knows Aspergers...most don't have a lot of experience. She gave us the old med and a new one to curb the rage *in case*. So we now have a plan!! I am literally jumping up and down with joy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But Keara has gotten sick. She started Sat. night with fever and stomach ache. It has been getting progressively worse. So today I made an appointment. It was no more than 15 minutes later and she gets sick. Umm, we have a problem because it looks like coffee grounds. (Has anyone else heard that this was NOT good, as I?) So I called back and yeah, they need to see her ASAP. So we go in and yes I brought the lovely vomit with me (well duh, I wasn't gonna let him think I just imagined it) He looked at it and immediately started testing her for Appendicitis. Like jump up and down and pressing in certain areas and all that. (BTW this post is gonna be hazy because I am literally typing blindly...I am so tired) So he sends us to the hospital. UGH Have you ever done a CT scan on an autistic kid??? It SUX. First she has to drink this contrast drink. They put it into lemonade so she was sssllllooooowwlly sipping it. Then this stupid MoFo receptionist comes over and says "they should not make her drink that, last week they gave a little girl yogurt instead." UM Thanks A Fucking Lot Bitch! Because now Keara refuses the drink and will only do yogurt. Well no one in the back (ie the people that know what they are doing) know anything about the gd yogurt. In the meantime, Keara is FIXATED on the GD YOGURT&gt; "When are they bringing the yogurt Mama? They said I could have yogurt. Are they lying. I want to talk to Josh, he said he would get me yogurt." This went on for ...I kid you not... 2 hours! So they take us to the holding area and give Keara a bed. The we get the trauma of putting in her IV. OMG at this point I am just so ready to just knock her the hell out and do something. But I find out the only alternative to the drink is through another hole and it ain't gonna be pretty! So we finally get the CT done (and yeah there was more drama but I just cannot type it right now). Guess what she doesn't have?? HAHA The fucking joke was on me. We spent 5 hours in the hospital today and we don't know anything. So tomorrow we call and see where to go from here. GAWD, I am praying that my sweet baby girl feels better tomorrow because I know her mommy cannot do another today! I will let ya know!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17386900-7047461886702388556?l=harrmonkeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrmonkeys.blogspot.com/feeds/7047461886702388556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17386900&amp;postID=7047461886702388556&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17386900/posts/default/7047461886702388556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17386900/posts/default/7047461886702388556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrmonkeys.blogspot.com/2008/03/where-do-i-begin.html' title='Where do I begin....'/><author><name>2J3K&amp;amp;P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11195010401169001517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='14' src='http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e170/kearamon/kids.png'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17386900.post-4405616811421650477</id><published>2008-03-03T10:22:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T10:22:05.628-06:00</updated><title type='text'>cat Vs Fan</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/UflafvQW7vo' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/UflafvQW7vo'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is hilarious&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17386900-4405616811421650477?l=harrmonkeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrmonkeys.blogspot.com/feeds/4405616811421650477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17386900&amp;postID=4405616811421650477&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17386900/posts/default/4405616811421650477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17386900/posts/default/4405616811421650477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrmonkeys.blogspot.com/2008/03/cat-vs-fan.html' title='cat Vs Fan'/><author><name>2J3K&amp;amp;P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11195010401169001517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='14' src='http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e170/kearamon/kids.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17386900.post-3819407728311792142</id><published>2008-03-02T21:12:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T21:28:05.644-06:00</updated><title type='text'>OK so it wasn't "in a few..."</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Keara had the worst meltdown to date. It started with what we thought was defiance. So we responded with a hard line. "Eat what is on your plate or don't", "Do not use that tone with us!" etc. She kept going to the point of actually *plotting* to hurt me. So we had to bring her to the safe spot (ie corner her) and help her calm down. It took 2 FREAKING hours. I kid you not. We were so close to taking her to the hospital. I can't even go into how bad it was. So tomorrow we are getting full force back into the psychiatrist hunt. UGH It is so frustrating. I want so bad for my baby girl to be ok. I want for everything to be happy and sunshine. (I know it's never going to be perfect because such is life but at least close).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am happy to report that today my little girl was back. She had an awesome day and we talked a good bit about how bad she felt last night. She is such a sweet girl when her brain is letting her. I am starting to feel better too. I went to the Dr. on Thurs. night because it was bad. I ended up leaving with a "potent" antibiotic, some decongestant/allergy pill and the beloved Endal (for those of you that have ever suffered a cough at night, Endal kicks some ASS). I have had a numb head from the meds but at least I am sleeping and feeling somewhat human. Monday night might be FUN. We are supposed to have powerful storms and I hate storms. Hopefully Keara will be ok through this! Wish me luck!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17386900-3819407728311792142?l=harrmonkeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrmonkeys.blogspot.com/feeds/3819407728311792142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17386900&amp;postID=3819407728311792142&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17386900/posts/default/3819407728311792142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17386900/posts/default/3819407728311792142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrmonkeys.blogspot.com/2008/03/ok-so-it-wasnt-in-few.html' title='OK so it wasn&apos;t &quot;in a few...&quot;'/><author><name>2J3K&amp;amp;P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11195010401169001517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='14' src='http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e170/kearamon/kids.png'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17386900.post-8692661109541913198</id><published>2008-03-02T09:18:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T09:31:26.778-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday....UGH</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My day was going perfectly fine until...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We were outside playing and I heard Kai start to scream. At first it wasn't really a scary type scream so I just figured he was playing or not hurt bad. Then it turned into that terrifying type. I ran over to see what the boy had done this time and he was hanging from a tree. He was stuck between two large limbs...like his knee was in between and wedged down deep. So I tried to pull up on him, which only led to more screaming. I propped my leg under him (not very easy for someone that doesn't work out an a regular basis because my leg was actually about three feet off the ground). Then I tried to get Keara to push on the other side to help shimmy him out. None of this worked. So, I called Jay. He didn't answer. UGH I called again and he headed to the house. Kai was getting increasingly upset so I asked Keara to calmly walk next door and see if they could come help. Finally someone came and she says "oh honey don't worry, I have 3 boys!" She was cool and collected (she isn't the neighbor, just taking care of their house). She was also fairly large (as in strong) and simply pulled the tree apart. I couldn't have done it and was very grateful that she saved us! Jay got home and was somewhat incredulous but whatever. Kai has some bruising and we applied ice. I bet he won't do that again, then again we are talking about Kai! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But wait the day got better...more in a few!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17386900-8692661109541913198?l=harrmonkeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrmonkeys.blogspot.com/feeds/8692661109541913198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17386900&amp;postID=8692661109541913198&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17386900/posts/default/8692661109541913198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17386900/posts/default/8692661109541913198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrmonkeys.blogspot.com/2008/03/saturdayugh.html' title='Saturday....UGH'/><author><name>2J3K&amp;amp;P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11195010401169001517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='14' src='http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e170/kearamon/kids.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17386900.post-8754497010676563103</id><published>2008-03-02T09:17:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T09:18:34.628-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday Quote of the Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Padraig : "Mama, my underwear are sucking my butt!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17386900-8754497010676563103?l=harrmonkeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrmonkeys.blogspot.com/feeds/8754497010676563103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17386900&amp;postID=8754497010676563103&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17386900/posts/default/8754497010676563103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17386900/posts/default/8754497010676563103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrmonkeys.blogspot.com/2008/03/friday-quote-of-day.html' title='Friday Quote of the Day'/><author><name>2J3K&amp;amp;P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11195010401169001517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='14' src='http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e170/kearamon/kids.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17386900.post-4975971472231144178</id><published>2008-02-27T11:58:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T12:12:17.597-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Politics</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I have so many opinions on the state of this country. Unfortunately, I don't think what is happening now is going to help. UGH I am not enamored by any one candidate but Hilary is by far my top right now. I don't necessarily disagree with Obama but I feel like he is just not ready. I felt the same about Edwards. I also do not think McCain will lose to him. And the sad part of the whole McCain thing, I used to really admire him. I was, 2 years ago, ready to go for McCain. Then he decided to become Bush's puppet and I cannot follow someone that feels the current administration is doing a good job. We do need change. I will certainly vote for Obama if he is the candidate but I am going to be very worried because I don't know that he can beat McCain. I wish I could give Hilary some pointers too. Like when you are talking to people, look at them. Don't look down, or have that glazed over up in the air look. And the smirks get old. It comes off as smug and although sometimes it is warranted, most people do not like to see someone with that look. She could also do well NOT to follow the polls, as in *what people want to hear right now* and just speak from the heart on the issues. She has so many really good points, make them, without being trite and glib! OK I will get off my bandwagon now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;DON'T BOTHER SLAMMING ME FOR WHAT IS MY OPINION...I HAVE THAT RIGHT...I WILL IGNORE YOU (see post below, Jay will help me LOL)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17386900-4975971472231144178?l=harrmonkeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrmonkeys.blogspot.com/feeds/4975971472231144178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17386900&amp;postID=4975971472231144178&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17386900/posts/default/4975971472231144178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17386900/posts/default/4975971472231144178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrmonkeys.blogspot.com/2008/02/politics.html' title='Politics'/><author><name>2J3K&amp;amp;P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11195010401169001517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='14' src='http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e170/kearamon/kids.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17386900.post-3101195170328418711</id><published>2008-02-27T11:52:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T14:48:58.038-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Morons</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Why in the world would anyone ask for pictures of people that are NOT in their life? I am so dumbfounded by the gall. I would NEVER go to anyone that I do not know and ask for their pictures. It is absolutely amazing to me. I have a tendency to want to scream when someone tries bullshit like this but my ever so calm hubby holds me in check. Thank GAWD for Jay. What an IDIOT! OK I feel better now LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17386900-3101195170328418711?l=harrmonkeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrmonkeys.blogspot.com/feeds/3101195170328418711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17386900&amp;postID=3101195170328418711&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17386900/posts/default/3101195170328418711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17386900/posts/default/3101195170328418711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrmonkeys.blogspot.com/2008/02/morons.html' title='Morons'/><author><name>2J3K&amp;amp;P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11195010401169001517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='14' src='http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e170/kearamon/kids.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17386900.post-357605898594558242</id><published>2008-02-26T08:27:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T08:45:39.209-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Styles of speaking</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So in my house Keara and Padraig are the same type of conversationalists. They can recite verbatim every last word their teachers have uttered. Kai is not. The boy will absolutely drive you nuts telling about his day. He will start with one part and progressively wind through the entire day in some convoluted mashed together mess. I cannot EVER understand ANY one area of his day. I will stop him and say "Uh, Kai explain that!" And the answer is always "I just did!" He *gets* it but the rest of us are clueless. So yesterday when he says "...and I had to go into the office with ______ because the scissors were right here (pointing to his eye), and Mrs. ____ said did he do it or did he." I just kinda started to freak because my dearest Kai is sometimes a little mischievous. But I assumed they would call me if he did anything TOO awful. So I never fully understood the WHOLE story but I guess at least this time my boy was NOT to blame. LOL &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;.....BUT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Last week Kai did start a small fire. He is going to the fire department to have a talk about fire safety and such. Seriously, if there is a line to cross, Kai will do it. He is ALWAYS looking for the next crazy stunt or some reason to do something wrong! UGH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17386900-357605898594558242?l=harrmonkeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrmonkeys.blogspot.com/feeds/357605898594558242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17386900&amp;postID=357605898594558242&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17386900/posts/default/357605898594558242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17386900/posts/default/357605898594558242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrmonkeys.blogspot.com/2008/02/styles-of-speaking.html' title='Styles of speaking'/><author><name>2J3K&amp;amp;P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11195010401169001517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='14' src='http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e170/kearamon/kids.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17386900.post-8079261990919583441</id><published>2008-02-23T08:39:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T08:43:26.154-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick again!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I am seriously considering going for the world records in number of times a person can be sick in a row. I swear I cannot get healthy. So I think it's the flu but I don't know. Maybe bronchitis...UGH. I slept in the recliner so I could keep my head up and not wake with the dreaded tightness in my chest. It worked pretty well but the kids decided that today, because you know it's Saturday, they would wake up at 6am and scream. I am seriously going to go insane today. I just want to feel better. So there...my sob story!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17386900-8079261990919583441?l=harrmonkeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrmonkeys.blogspot.com/feeds/8079261990919583441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17386900&amp;postID=8079261990919583441&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17386900/posts/default/8079261990919583441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17386900/posts/default/8079261990919583441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrmonkeys.blogspot.com/2008/02/sick-again.html' title='Sick again!!!'/><author><name>2J3K&amp;amp;P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11195010401169001517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='14' src='http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e170/kearamon/kids.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17386900.post-4455739793447395215</id><published>2008-02-22T20:34:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T20:34:55.620-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Keara doing Lion King</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed width="448" height="361" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://i39.photobucket.com/player.swf?file=http://vid39.photobucket.com/albums/e170/kearamon/Keara-King.flv"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17386900-4455739793447395215?l=harrmonkeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrmonkeys.blogspot.com/feeds/4455739793447395215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17386900&amp;postID=4455739793447395215&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17386900/posts/default/4455739793447395215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17386900/posts/default/4455739793447395215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrmonkeys.blogspot.com/2008/02/keara-doing-lion-king.html' title='Keara doing Lion King'/><author><name>2J3K&amp;amp;P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11195010401169001517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='14' src='http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e170/kearamon/kids.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17386900.post-3191605010000674047</id><published>2008-02-22T15:39:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T15:43:35.226-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you like the feedjit thing or...</title><content type='html'>does it feel like a hall monitor...ya know you are not doing anything wrong but someone is always hovering, watching your every move. I will remove it if it bothers anyone. If I have readers because sometimes I feel like this is a journal of sorts and I may (not intentional) irritate people that do read. LOL I just started thinking that I am not sure it's good on there...I don't care either way, I just don't want to lose the one reader I do have BAHAAAABAA. (and yes that is exactly what I sound like when I laugh, so don't question it)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17386900-3191605010000674047?l=harrmonkeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrmonkeys.blogspot.com/feeds/3191605010000674047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17386900&amp;postID=3191605010000674047&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17386900/posts/default/3191605010000674047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17386900/posts/default/3191605010000674047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrmonkeys.blogspot.com/2008/02/do-you-like-feedjit-thing-or.html' title='Do you like the feedjit thing or...'/><author><name>2J3K&amp;amp;P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11195010401169001517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='14' src='http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e170/kearamon/kids.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17386900.post-7618545553084181870</id><published>2008-02-22T15:33:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T15:37:28.628-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Need to get this on video</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Padraig was outside playing...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;He found a stick and is *fishing* with it. He throws it out and gently reels it back in. Sometimes he gets a snag, sometimes it's a HUGE fish that ultimately *gets away* or sometimes he actually catches the prized fish. He takes it off the line and decides *hmmm should I keep it or throw it back*. It is the most hilarious thing you have ever seen. And he does it for about an hour. Imusttapethatforalltoseesoon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17386900-7618545553084181870?l=harrmonkeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrmonkeys.blogspot.com/feeds/7618545553084181870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17386900&amp;postID=7618545553084181870&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17386900/posts/default/7618545553084181870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17386900/posts/default/7618545553084181870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrmonkeys.blogspot.com/2008/02/need-to-get-this-on-video.html' title='Need to get this on video'/><author><name>2J3K&amp;amp;P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11195010401169001517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='14' src='http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e170/kearamon/kids.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17386900.post-2681678991505615638</id><published>2008-02-22T12:30:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T12:48:01.837-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The things we can do</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;...what kinds of things do we take for granted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keara struggles with the everyday tasks that seem so mundane for most of us. She cannot yet bath, brush teeth/hair or zip up ALL by herself. Now we are getting there but these are the things that most of us take for granted. I know even with Kai, I tend to just expect him to do these things. He can and it isn't a chore. Keara is trying and one day it will happen but it doesn't consistently yet. It is hard for her to write because she isn't thinking about just what to write but also how to form the letters. Last night we did some cursive in shaving cream and the joy on her face as she accomplished each letter was so wonderful. But she struggles. Math is another area. She can do really complex problems but the little 2-1 still requires 30 seconds of thinking. She also has a weird aversion to the number six. I don't know. I just know that everything I do so easily I now think, wow if I actually had to THINK my way through that process, it would royally SUCK. Like as I am here typing, I am not thinking of how to spell the words, or how to type them, I am just spitting it out. I am thinking more of what I am saying than how I am saying it, does that make sense? It isn't difficult to do that, but for Keara it is pure torture. Just makes me sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her equine therapy started. They just did some getting to know ya type things and grooming. But Keara loved it. I on the other hand, might be in trouble. I will find out next week. I think I may have an allergy, which would really bite. I don't know for sure because I also got what I think is the flu that day. BTW I didn't have the flu a week and a half ago like I thought, this is definitely worse! It really is nasty! Oh and on another front (I'm starting to think I have ADHD LOL) Keara has decided to do her own little fundraiser for her horse farm. She wants to help them. I was so proud of her, to come up with it. Now we have to think of what we can do to raise the money. Any ideas for her??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to take more medicine and get the kids from school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17386900-2681678991505615638?l=harrmonkeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrmonkeys.blogspot.com/feeds/2681678991505615638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17386900&amp;postID=2681678991505615638&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17386900/posts/default/2681678991505615638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17386900/posts/default/2681678991505615638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrmonkeys.blogspot.com/2008/02/things-we-can-do.html' title='The things we can do'/><author><name>2J3K&amp;amp;P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11195010401169001517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='14' src='http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e170/kearamon/kids.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17386900.post-930194500951141275</id><published>2008-02-20T17:55:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T18:05:10.022-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Out of a Rage came something FANTASTIC</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Keara had her normal morning rage this am. Of course I am usually calm and I was for about 20 minutes of it. She was kicking and screaming but I am sick and I finally snapped. So I yelled for maybe a minute too. Well we finally turned it around and as I was sitting back crying (because yes, I'm a baby) she was over by herself, tying her shoe. This is a first. I know she is nine but we have tried for years and we haven't mastered it. She would get so frustrated and sad. Today she did it like she had been for years. This is how Keara does motor skills. One day NOTHING, the next not only can she do it but it looks like she has became a pro. I don't understand but I was thrilled. (And yes I cried again!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17386900-930194500951141275?l=harrmonkeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrmonkeys.blogspot.com/feeds/930194500951141275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17386900&amp;postID=930194500951141275&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17386900/posts/default/930194500951141275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17386900/posts/default/930194500951141275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrmonkeys.blogspot.com/2008/02/out-of-rage-came-something-fantastic.html' title='Out of a Rage came something FANTASTIC'/><author><name>2J3K&amp;amp;P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11195010401169001517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='14' src='http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e170/kearamon/kids.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17386900.post-4244999686137193562</id><published>2008-02-20T17:50:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T17:54:27.361-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mom - the Partygirl</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We had a meeting with Keara's teacher yesterday. All is well! Anyhoo, her teacher says "oh yeah, I heard ALL about the party. Keara was pretty concerned. She said 'I didn't know my mama was a party girl!' " To which I stammered and really couldn't respond. GAH! So I was talking to my mom and she says "Keara was probably wondering about her Nan too!" I asked Keara and Keara said "No, Nan parties ALL the time!" BAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So I guess I am a PARTY GIRL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17386900-4244999686137193562?l=harrmonkeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrmonkeys.blogspot.com/feeds/4244999686137193562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17386900&amp;postID=4244999686137193562&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17386900/posts/default/4244999686137193562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17386900/posts/default/4244999686137193562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrmonkeys.blogspot.com/2008/02/mom-partygirl.html' title='Mom - the Partygirl'/><author><name>2J3K&amp;amp;P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11195010401169001517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='14' src='http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e170/kearamon/kids.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17386900.post-2139697995156676314</id><published>2008-02-18T19:05:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T19:21:07.374-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It is over, now I can rest.....aaahhhh</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So the big party is over! It was hectic. We drove up on Friday night. Saturday, I went to get things set up, came back to my parents' house and had 10 freaking minutes to get ready. So I was a little frazzled. But once we got there, it was FUN! OK if you must know...Pepe and I became fast friends. I was also pretty chummy with a certain Pinot Grigio and some fabulous vanilla brandy. It should have been a lethal combo but I was the MAN! I did not see the return of any of my friends. Tucked safely in my belly, I only felt a slight quiver the next day. Let's just say that driving in the aftermath was NOT such a great plan. Especially when the drive is 6 hours LONG! But I survived. We danced and sang and plain ole ripped up the evening. It ended at 2am. My back and body knows that I danced HARD. I am especially aware of the one, er maybe five times I slammed into things while trying to maneuver  to and fro. My parents had a blast too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now Keara was another story altogether. UGH EVERY time we go anywhere, we have to have that night to adjust because GAWD we changed the routine. So we did the first night ritual and I thought OK it's over. NAH Poor Jay who became the DD because his lovely wife was PLASTERED and his inlaws were PLASTERED...he had to talk Keara through a rage until 3am. But....HE DID IT! I am so excited that he was so calm and able to do it. It was good because I COULD NOT DO IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, Keara starts her equine therapy. I am so beyond thrilled. I will report later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17386900-2139697995156676314?l=harrmonkeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrmonkeys.blogspot.com/feeds/2139697995156676314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17386900&amp;postID=2139697995156676314&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17386900/posts/default/2139697995156676314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17386900/posts/default/2139697995156676314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrmonkeys.blogspot.com/2008/02/it-is-over-now-i-can-restaaahhhh.html' title='It is over, now I can rest.....aaahhhh'/><author><name>2J3K&amp;amp;P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11195010401169001517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='14' src='http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e170/kearamon/kids.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17386900.post-7141405120458563654</id><published>2008-02-13T08:11:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T09:52:37.689-06:00</updated><title type='text'>More Crafts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NrKF2lJX184/R7MSOBwfcKI/AAAAAAAAAH8/1-07Uu0-HF8/s1600-h/Picture+197.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166493229723381922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NrKF2lJX184/R7MSOBwfcKI/AAAAAAAAAH8/1-07Uu0-HF8/s320/Picture+197.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NrKF2lJX184/R7L-iRwfcEI/AAAAAAAAAHM/A1SjbUTqR5A/s1600-h/Picture+242.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166471587383177282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NrKF2lJX184/R7L-iRwfcEI/AAAAAAAAAHM/A1SjbUTqR5A/s320/Picture+242.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NrKF2lJX184/R7L-ihwfcFI/AAAAAAAAAHU/S_BaJ0WonCI/s1600-h/Picture+243.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166471591678144594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NrKF2lJX184/R7L-ihwfcFI/AAAAAAAAAHU/S_BaJ0WonCI/s320/Picture+243.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NrKF2lJX184/R7L-jBwfcGI/AAAAAAAAAHc/uJ3oX6c8kBw/s1600-h/Picture+244.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166471600268079202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NrKF2lJX184/R7L-jBwfcGI/AAAAAAAAAHc/uJ3oX6c8kBw/s320/Picture+244.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NrKF2lJX184/R7L-jhwfcHI/AAAAAAAAAHk/a4pSVAFV7y0/s1600-h/Picture+245.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166471608858013810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NrKF2lJX184/R7L-jhwfcHI/AAAAAAAAAHk/a4pSVAFV7y0/s320/Picture+245.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17386900-7141405120458563654?l=harrmonkeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrmonkeys.blogspot.com/feeds/7141405120458563654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17386900&amp;postID=7141405120458563654&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17386900/posts/default/7141405120458563654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17386900/posts/default/7141405120458563654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrmonkeys.blogspot.com/2008/02/more-crafts.html' title='More Crafts'/><author><name>2J3K&amp;amp;P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11195010401169001517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='14' src='http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e170/kearamon/kids.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NrKF2lJX184/R7MSOBwfcKI/AAAAAAAAAH8/1-07Uu0-HF8/s72-c/Picture+197.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17386900.post-2960345571659238311</id><published>2008-02-10T15:29:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T09:50:18.214-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Crafting He!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NrKF2lJX184/R7MQeRwfcJI/AAAAAAAAAH0/5LANUoMYL3c/s1600-h/Picture+237.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166491309873000594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NrKF2lJX184/R7MQeRwfcJI/AAAAAAAAAH0/5LANUoMYL3c/s320/Picture+237.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NrKF2lJX184/R7MPQhwfcII/AAAAAAAAAHs/Y7Y_eQBYC9E/s1600-h/Picture+233.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166489974138171522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NrKF2lJX184/R7MPQhwfcII/AAAAAAAAAHs/Y7Y_eQBYC9E/s320/Picture+233.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So this weekend has been crafting from hell weekend! The kids needed to do their V-day cards and of course they didn't have HM ones (or they sold out the places I looked). Anyhoo, Keara wanted them, so being the overly obsessive, have to please kinda mother that I am, she was gonna get the damn HM cards! It was a little more involved than I had hoped but the good news is they are DONE! (Top)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The boys did theirs and Kai also made a box for collecting them at school. But my crafting did not end there. Keara also has this big project to do. It's about Thomas Edison. They had a bunch of written work but then they had to dress a mannequin too. So we did that today as well. Up above...(had to move it to the top so you could see it bigger)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But that is not the end to my craftiness...oh no I must continue because I am also still to get done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;a plaque that I have already painted but need to do stenciling and then add the picture I may or may not decoupage or just clear coat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;party favors for my parent's anniversary party next weekend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;picture boards for party&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;pictures in frames for party&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;slide show that I somehow said "oh yeah, totally not a big deal, I'll do it"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;rice crispy (and I do not know how to spell that) cards for V-day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And somehow during all that, I need to pack and OH YEAH...STOP FEELING LIKE A BUS RAN OVER ME! I think I may have the freaking flu in the midst of all this!! So that is my vent post for the day!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17386900-2960345571659238311?l=harrmonkeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrmonkeys.blogspot.com/feeds/2960345571659238311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17386900&amp;postID=2960345571659238311&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17386900/posts/default/2960345571659238311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17386900/posts/default/2960345571659238311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrmonkeys.blogspot.com/2008/02/crafting-he.html' title='Crafting He!!'/><author><name>2J3K&amp;amp;P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11195010401169001517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='14' src='http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e170/kearamon/kids.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NrKF2lJX184/R7MQeRwfcJI/AAAAAAAAAH0/5LANUoMYL3c/s72-c/Picture+237.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17386900.post-6794410580669853105</id><published>2008-02-06T15:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T15:35:06.390-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Do we have to?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I am so sick of parties in the classrooms. UGH Every occasion from Chinese New Year to V Day to Ground Hog Day, there is a damn party. I don't mind every once in a while but why EVERY frickin' one? It is too much. There is my rant for today. Maybe I should do that, have a daily rant! What do ya think??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17386900-6794410580669853105?l=harrmonkeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrmonkeys.blogspot.com/feeds/6794410580669853105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17386900&amp;postID=6794410580669853105&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17386900/posts/default/6794410580669853105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17386900/posts/default/6794410580669853105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrmonkeys.blogspot.com/2008/02/do-we-have-to.html' title='Do we have to?'/><author><name>2J3K&amp;amp;P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11195010401169001517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='14' src='http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e170/kearamon/kids.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17386900.post-2849941464740571323</id><published>2008-02-04T09:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T09:38:35.878-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bedtimes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;UGH, My kids go to bed at 7. Yes I know that is early, but they have to get up at 6. They NEVER get up easily, there is always the whines "I want to stay in bed, I'm tired, why do I have to get up?" So I keep it at 7, at least until they can show me they are ready for a later time. Keara might move up but not the boys yet. Anyway, Keara came home really mad at me the other day. She says "Mrs. ____ said that an appropriate time frame for 3rd graders to go to bed is between 8 and 9:30. Mama, you are wrong and I am not doing what is appropriate for my age!" UMMM, That really pisses me off! I KNOW my kids and I do not think it is APPROPRIATE to tell kids at school when a bedtime should be. I &lt;em&gt;know &lt;/em&gt;she was probably trying to reach those kids that stay up to all hours but the one she affected was mine! I really wish they wouldn't do shit like that. This isn't the first time they have done it either. So now I am thinking about saying something to them because I just don't agree. Of course me being me, I probably won't say a word. But I have had to undo all the damage ALL weekend. This morning, I was fortunate to have Keara do as she always does, not want to get up, and I said "see that is with going to bed at 7, can you imagine if it was later?" She actually agreed finally!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17386900-2849941464740571323?l=harrmonkeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrmonkeys.blogspot.com/feeds/2849941464740571323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17386900&amp;postID=2849941464740571323&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17386900/posts/default/2849941464740571323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17386900/posts/default/2849941464740571323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrmonkeys.blogspot.com/2008/02/bedtimes.html' title='Bedtimes'/><author><name>2J3K&amp;amp;P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11195010401169001517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='14' src='http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e170/kearamon/kids.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17386900.post-8309883281944847422</id><published>2008-02-04T09:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T09:25:56.911-06:00</updated><title type='text'>We are no longer accepting members</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;OK so last night I decided, we are no longer accepting members into OCD club. I was/am sick so my mood was far from happy. You see the routine that we must go through every evening is excessive. Keara has to have the comforter under her, covers pulled to a certain height, lights just so, water, pillows aligned and stuffed toys in their proper place. (I'm sure there is more cause she keeps adding to the routine.) I have put my foot down on more than one occasion which leads to a 20-30 minute meltdown, which in turn leads to Jay melting down and then I cry! I know I am a baby. Anyhow, I have a limit and last night they reached it. Normally I am the peacekeeper, last night I was the dictator. So first before bedtime, they needed to clean up the playroom, it was a disaster. I asked and warned. They were just being shits. So, I started erasing TV shows (tivo). I erased all but like three. They were so unhappy, but guess what happened? They cleaned the friggin room. When bedtime rolled around, they had become shits again, as is the case almost every night. (oh and I have to go off on that subject next...bedtime) Anyway, Kai decided that he needed to be like Keara. Ok this has been coming on for awhile but I just haven't bothered to fight it, I should have but sometimes I just cant kwim? Last night I decided to just blow. UGH I hate it when I do that. I said to everyone "ok from now on there are no routines, no lined up stuffed animals, no checking lights, no cover drama and no fussing about it. I live with a bunch of freaking zealots, and I am going loony!" The kids just kinda looked at me. I think I did get the point across at least to Kai (he reminded me this morning "hey mom don't forget to fix it so my comforter goes on top not under me!" ) Keara just kinda said "I guess I can do change, like that time when...." And that is when my mind went off to another place because Keara tells stories from when she was 2 like they were yesterday. After I fixed the kids, I went into the kitchen and I touched the counter. I rubbed it with my unsanitary, totally germ filled hands and told Jay to "Get OVER it!" He stood behind me with a bleach bottle and towel! It didn't work for him, he still put EVERY GD piece of pepperoni on the pizza in a pattern, x amount of centimeters apart. Oh well, I can't save everyone! But I will keep Kai from becoming one of the members!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17386900-8309883281944847422?l=harrmonkeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrmonkeys.blogspot.com/feeds/8309883281944847422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17386900&amp;postID=8309883281944847422&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17386900/posts/default/8309883281944847422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17386900/posts/default/8309883281944847422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrmonkeys.blogspot.com/2008/02/we-are-no-longer-accepting-members.html' title='We are no longer accepting members'/><author><name>2J3K&amp;amp;P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11195010401169001517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='14' src='http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e170/kearamon/kids.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17386900.post-1839276320142350728</id><published>2008-02-04T08:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T08:09:33.468-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Superbowl</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;OK so I am not a Giants fan but HELL YEAH! I so do not like the Patriots. I have been waiting for their first loss ALL damn year! It was one of the best Superbowls that I can remember. I was drugged for half the game but you know I actually think that made it better. LOL I wasn't super impressed with the commercials. I did like the Bud Light fire one and the E-Trade baby. The rest could come or go. I think there should definitely be a rule about those commercials though. I think they should mandate funny. I mean WTF with some of them?? Plus for those of us that are not so, um er, smart, they should use common references, not obsolete ones. I had to ask Jay like 5 times, UH WHAT??? Of course he knew! That shit! Anyway, pretty enjoyable game though. I was impressed and I actually kinda liked Eli yesterday, SHHH do not tell! I am SAD that football is over. BOOHOO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17386900-1839276320142350728?l=harrmonkeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrmonkeys.blogspot.com/feeds/1839276320142350728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17386900&amp;postID=1839276320142350728&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17386900/posts/default/1839276320142350728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17386900/posts/default/1839276320142350728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrmonkeys.blogspot.com/2008/02/superbowl.html' title='Superbowl'/><author><name>2J3K&amp;amp;P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11195010401169001517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='14' src='http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e170/kearamon/kids.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17386900.post-686810057191531563</id><published>2008-02-03T17:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T17:04:49.064-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My ALLTIME FAVORITE commercial</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZkUymd38boE&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZkUymd38boE&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17386900-686810057191531563?l=harrmonkeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrmonkeys.blogspot.com/feeds/686810057191531563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17386900&amp;postID=686810057191531563&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17386900/posts/default/686810057191531563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17386900/posts/default/686810057191531563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrmonkeys.blogspot.com/2008/02/my-alltime-favorite-commercial.html' title='My ALLTIME FAVORITE commercial'/><author><name>2J3K&amp;amp;P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11195010401169001517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='14' src='http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e170/kearamon/kids.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17386900.post-3108401978649711208</id><published>2008-02-02T10:39:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-02T13:39:24.660-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Milestones</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Last night Keara and I saw the Hannah Montana Movie. I was concerned because Keara has never been able to &lt;em&gt;handle&lt;/em&gt; movies. They usually are too loud, too crowded, to warm, too something. Keara has needed to leave in the middle of movies and we have just not made seeing them a priority. She is often scared even watching shows like The Backyardigans. So this was also a test of sorts. She has wanted to go to a concert now for quite some time but because I am not willing to leave in the middle of a concert (I know I'm mean) she needs to be able to handle it. And for those of you that do not know what handle means, let me try to explain. (Although to truly understand you would need to witness this first hand. Trust me until you do, it is unreal. Her teachers that have not seen it, say things like "I cannot imagine" or "she is just so sweet". Those that have seen it, say things like "Oh yeah, she definitely LOST it" or " I wouldn't have believed it, if I hadn't seen it." I just laugh because well I LIVE it daily. ) Handle simply means to control her worst impulses at least while we are in the moment. This could be anger, like a chair being thrown across a room, or it could be the shrill that can deafen you, or it could be the urge to *grind* as in certain private areas, or it could mean hiding under a table. There are many possibilities but none are appealing. Anywhoosen, back to last night. I watched her watch the movie, because it was like watching her take her first steps or eat ice cream for the first time. She was dancing and singing and her little tic was on overdrive (again, something you have to witness first hand...she has a spazzy little tic with her hands that is truly engaging to watch.) She was NOT bothered by the noise, or the crowds or the other two dozen sensory issues that normally make her batty. She just enjoyed the show. Again, to some this doesn't seem like much but for me it is so awesome. A couple of months back we had a Family Fun Night. Keara has never done well with these. This one was for the Kindy and PreK. So as you can imagine the activities are geared for them. Well we bought the kids each 10 tickets (went a really long way). You could go on rides or get food or play games. Keara decided to go in the air jump room thingy (no idea what they are called). She has NEVER been able to last the entire time in there...not only did she last but she enjoyed it. I was the mom on the side CRYING! You see, if you have never, in 9 years, seen your little girl do something fun without worry and just being a kid, you cannot understand how wonderful it feels. Last night was another one of those moments. I just don't get them very often and it is so great. She is hitting some milestones...now if they would come more often! But I will cherish every little bit I can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17386900-3108401978649711208?l=harrmonkeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrmonkeys.blogspot.com/feeds/3108401978649711208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17386900&amp;postID=3108401978649711208&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17386900/posts/default/3108401978649711208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17386900/posts/default/3108401978649711208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrmonkeys.blogspot.com/2008/02/milestones.html' title='The Milestones'/><author><name>2J3K&amp;amp;P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11195010401169001517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='14' src='http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e170/kearamon/kids.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17386900.post-4839460386806119518</id><published>2008-01-19T17:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-19T17:41:40.131-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Let it Snow!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NrKF2lJX184/R5KKkkLcRyI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/6sP4ZScAYxQ/s1600-h/Picture+210.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157336884084229922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NrKF2lJX184/R5KKkkLcRyI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/6sP4ZScAYxQ/s320/Picture+210.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a 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Kai &lt;em&gt;kept&lt;/em&gt; bothering me! + I got a solo! 100 % satisfaction!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keara&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17386900-3446791882341623234?l=harrmonkeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrmonkeys.blogspot.com/feeds/3446791882341623234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17386900&amp;postID=3446791882341623234&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17386900/posts/default/3446791882341623234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17386900/posts/default/3446791882341623234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrmonkeys.blogspot.com/2007/11/117-math-problems.html' title='117 math problems!'/><author><name>2J3K&amp;amp;P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11195010401169001517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='14' src='http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e170/kearamon/kids.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17386900.post-7627261839664865747</id><published>2007-11-10T15:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-10T16:00:47.312-06:00</updated><title type='text'>So I am a lonely golfpro's wife</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I've heard of women saying they are a golf widow. I am indeed, a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;golfpro's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; widow! This is the weekend from he!! for us. Jay has the dreaded Couple's Classic. OK not really dreaded as it brings a lot of play their way but still, for me it's dreaded. I have the LONG &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;weekend&lt;/span&gt; to boot. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Keara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; started her Ritalin today and it has been fascinating. She worked o math problems (117 total) for several hours this morning. And this was just for FUN. Jay says "She is definitely your daughter!" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Kai is some kind of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Pterodactyl&lt;/span&gt;. And &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Drig&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; was yelling at me for routing against &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;UNC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. (They were &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;playing&lt;/span&gt; State, what can I say!) Last night we thought we would try pushing the beds together and making one giant bed. UGH DID NOT WORK!!!! It was awful. I made some brownies this morning for Jay to take as a pick-me-up at work. Hope those boys enjoy them! The Auburn game is giving me a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;bellyache&lt;/span&gt;! I MUST...GO...WATCH! be back later.........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17386900-7627261839664865747?l=harrmonkeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrmonkeys.blogspot.com/feeds/7627261839664865747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17386900&amp;postID=7627261839664865747&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17386900/posts/default/7627261839664865747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17386900/posts/default/7627261839664865747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrmonkeys.blogspot.com/2007/11/so-i-am-lonely-golfpros-wife.html' title='So I am a lonely golfpro&apos;s wife'/><author><name>2J3K&amp;amp;P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11195010401169001517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='14' src='http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e170/kearamon/kids.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17386900.post-8444373517112846359</id><published>2007-11-06T15:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T15:14:14.512-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Keara</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So Keara is having trouble again. UGH! We tried to get a hold of her Dr. but the man has gone AWOL. I am so pissed about it. He is so getting reported by us! So, we have to go back to the Dr. in BHam. I just hate having that drive. UGH UGH UGH! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Good news...Keara tried out in chorus for a solo in the Christmas Program and out of 39 she was selected! She is such an awesome singer. I know I am her mom but really the kid has talent. I am really gonna push hard for voice lessons soon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;UMM, my life is quite boring, can't think of anything else to write right now. TWIDDLE DEE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17386900-8444373517112846359?l=harrmonkeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrmonkeys.blogspot.com/feeds/8444373517112846359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17386900&amp;postID=8444373517112846359&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17386900/posts/default/8444373517112846359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17386900/posts/default/8444373517112846359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrmonkeys.blogspot.com/2007/11/keara.html' title='Keara'/><author><name>2J3K&amp;amp;P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11195010401169001517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='14' src='http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e170/kearamon/kids.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17386900.post-1655480018023092351</id><published>2007-11-03T08:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-03T08:49:37.864-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Keara singing</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-66c88c85c057439c" 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://v6.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D66c88c85c057439c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329930204%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D857127683A3EF531C35AD3CB4539AE937FB96C58.AB7BADA0EFB880185DA3DA25BA9487F5AEB7482%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D66c88c85c057439c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D38kUTta6Zyt9wg_qxAab4B6jvZw&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://v6.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D66c88c85c057439c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329930204%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D857127683A3EF531C35AD3CB4539AE937FB96C58.AB7BADA0EFB880185DA3DA25BA9487F5AEB7482%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D66c88c85c057439c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D38kUTta6Zyt9wg_qxAab4B6jvZw&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Keara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; singing the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;national&lt;/span&gt; anthem. She is 9 today and got a microphone for her birthday. She did this very quickly last night to *test* the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;microphone&lt;/span&gt; out. She has some kind of talent! *And this is a quick take...the microphone in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;video&lt;/span&gt; is an old one (just wanted to share her voice so we quickly put it into a 'video'. I will try and get a 'real' video soon!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17386900-1655480018023092351?l=harrmonkeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=66c88c85c057439c&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrmonkeys.blogspot.com/feeds/1655480018023092351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17386900&amp;postID=1655480018023092351&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17386900/posts/default/1655480018023092351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17386900/posts/default/1655480018023092351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrmonkeys.blogspot.com/2007/11/keara-singing.html' title='Keara singing'/><author><name>2J3K&amp;amp;P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11195010401169001517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='14' src='http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e170/kearamon/kids.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17386900.post-4099470775231337329</id><published>2007-11-01T09:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T09:18:10.216-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's that time again!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NrKF2lJX184/Rynf--0fmNI/AAAAAAAAADg/sgCU_rkYkA8/s1600-h/Picture+080.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127875923846076626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NrKF2lJX184/Rynf--0fmNI/AAAAAAAAADg/sgCU_rkYkA8/s200/Picture+080.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NrKF2lJX184/Rynf_u0fmOI/AAAAAAAAADo/mEcIgHu6v-4/s1600-h/Picture+083.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127875936730978530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NrKF2lJX184/Rynf_u0fmOI/AAAAAAAAADo/mEcIgHu6v-4/s200/Picture+083.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NrKF2lJX184/Rynf_-0fmPI/AAAAAAAAADw/2DL7o6Tu5nE/s1600-h/Picture+088.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127875941025945842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NrKF2lJX184/Rynf_-0fmPI/AAAAAAAAADw/2DL7o6Tu5nE/s200/Picture+088.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NrKF2lJX184/RyngAe0fmQI/AAAAAAAAAD4/Wvgx3L0JgU8/s1600-h/Picture+100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127875949615880450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NrKF2lJX184/RyngAe0fmQI/AAAAAAAAAD4/Wvgx3L0JgU8/s200/Picture+100.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17386900-4099470775231337329?l=harrmonkeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrmonkeys.blogspot.com/feeds/4099470775231337329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17386900&amp;postID=4099470775231337329&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17386900/posts/default/4099470775231337329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17386900/posts/default/4099470775231337329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrmonkeys.blogspot.com/2007/11/its-that-time-again.html' title='It&apos;s that time again!'/><author><name>2J3K&amp;amp;P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11195010401169001517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='14' src='http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e170/kearamon/kids.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NrKF2lJX184/Rynf--0fmNI/AAAAAAAAADg/sgCU_rkYkA8/s72-c/Picture+080.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17386900.post-4253358900354162611</id><published>2007-10-13T11:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-13T11:46:59.741-05:00</updated><title type='text'>So we are not moving</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We traveled to Huntsville on Thurs. We were physically in the car for 12 hours. Needless to say, the kids did well, considering. When it was all said and done, we decided NOT to move. Jay was really hopeful for a upward climb but it just wasn't enough to leave. We LOVE it here. You would be hard pressed to find many school districts in the nation that are as good as ours. We have terrific teachers, and the kids are so happy here. Regardless, we were going to try it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;somewhere&lt;/span&gt; else but we just had too many cons. We found a house that would have been perfect but I didn't get a good vibe from the street it was on. The school was closed for fall break?? We did walk around but again, I am so spoiled here. The secretary was not my Mrs. M. I wanted to like everything, I wanted to be the supportive wife, but I just got really depressed and quite scared trying. In the end, Jay made the decision because I didn't want that kind of burden. I don't have a job so I can't really tell him what to do in his. I wanted what was best for the kids and him. I knew, though, that I could get the kids &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;on board&lt;/span&gt; by really &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;pumping&lt;/span&gt; up the bonuses to them. So I would have done that but Jay felt, as I did, and we are not going. Thank goodness!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17386900-4253358900354162611?l=harrmonkeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrmonkeys.blogspot.com/feeds/4253358900354162611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17386900&amp;postID=4253358900354162611&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17386900/posts/default/4253358900354162611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17386900/posts/default/4253358900354162611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrmonkeys.blogspot.com/2007/10/so-we-are-not-moving.html' title='So we are not moving'/><author><name>2J3K&amp;amp;P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11195010401169001517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='14' src='http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e170/kearamon/kids.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17386900.post-8987857997870760475</id><published>2007-10-13T08:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-13T08:50:35.198-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cotton SPEAKS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Keara&lt;/span&gt; went on a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;field trip&lt;/span&gt; yesterday. She got to pick cotton and see a real old working farm. So, she is telling us all about the things she did and Jay hears about the cotton picking and says "Have you ever listened to cotton?" At this point I spit my food out in total hysterics. You have to understand that Jay is WEIRD. And I really mean that, not just you know that passing remark about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;someone's&lt;/span&gt; behavior, this is just Jay. He was DEAD serious about the cotton. So, at the dinner table I had him leading my children in listening for the squeaky cotton. He then decided it must only be the processed cotton because the fresh picked kind didn't speak to him. WHAT? Seriously demented. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;*Little side note that this is not the first inanimate object to speak to my husband. He has had the fries that chirp as well!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh and I called my mom to find out if I was the one that is weird. She confirmed that I am indeed normal but in the process we found that my dad is not. My mom was explaining the theory to him and asked if he ever listened to cotton. My dad said no but "I understand that if you go in a corn field and listen carefully, the corn will moan." WHAT? Now I guess I understand only one thing....my mom and I are CRAZY, we married LOONS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17386900-8987857997870760475?l=harrmonkeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrmonkeys.blogspot.com/feeds/8987857997870760475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17386900&amp;postID=8987857997870760475&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17386900/posts/default/8987857997870760475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17386900/posts/default/8987857997870760475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrmonkeys.blogspot.com/2007/10/cotton-speaks.html' title='Cotton SPEAKS'/><author><name>2J3K&amp;amp;P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11195010401169001517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='14' src='http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e170/kearamon/kids.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17386900.post-6346309060466612294</id><published>2007-10-10T09:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T09:59:54.961-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Keara's other story</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The Michigan Tornado&lt;br /&gt;By &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Keara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On May 26, 1998, in Michigan, storm clouds started to form. The storm started in the middle of the night. The next day the cloud started to drop a funnel. A tornado warning was let off to warn people. Soon, the funnel touched the ground! People fled to safe places. Some people went to closets, some went to their bathtubs, and some went to their basements. Thousands of sticks flew through the air. Rocks went flying and smashing windows. Hailstones were the size of tennis balls. Some people were so scared of the hailstones that they just went to the middle of the room. That &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;wasn&lt;/span&gt;’t a really good choice. The storm was soon over. One hundred fifty-six people were killed and five were children. Nine hundred eighty-nine people were injured and ten were children. (Less children were killed and injured because the hiding places were too small for adults.) The kids were still scared even though the storm was over. Parents told their children it was safe. They came out of their hiding places because they trusted their parents. They saw that trees were lifted out of the ground and roofs were ripped off houses. There was a lot of damage. They hope it never happens again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17386900-6346309060466612294?l=harrmonkeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrmonkeys.blogspot.com/feeds/6346309060466612294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17386900&amp;postID=6346309060466612294&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17386900/posts/default/6346309060466612294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17386900/posts/default/6346309060466612294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrmonkeys.blogspot.com/2007/10/kearas-other-story.html' title='Keara&apos;s other story'/><author><name>2J3K&amp;amp;P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11195010401169001517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='14' src='http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e170/kearamon/kids.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17386900.post-8571548758454527110</id><published>2007-10-10T09:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T09:58:13.891-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Keara's story</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Started: Sunday, November 19,2006&lt;br /&gt;Ended: Saturday, September 15, 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Tanna&lt;/span&gt;’s life&lt;br /&gt;BY &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;KEARA&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Polly Ann is driving me crazy! She’s been bossing me around everyday, almost," &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Tanna&lt;/span&gt; said to her mother. Finally, it was summer break. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Tanna&lt;/span&gt; was going to her cousin’s house. Her cousin’s name is Ty Lou. She lives with Aunt &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Tery&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Tanna&lt;/span&gt; was very excited because she could not wait to get to Ty Lou’s house. Every time she went there, they would get chocolate milkshakes. When they got there, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Tanna&lt;/span&gt; rushed inside. There were chocolate milkshakes waiting for them already. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Tanna&lt;/span&gt; went up to Ty Lou’s room and knocked on the door. When Ty Lou opened the door, she was surprised and hugged &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Tanna&lt;/span&gt; tight. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Tanna&lt;/span&gt; asked, "Do you want to go drink the milkshakes?" Ty Lou said, "Sure!" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Tanna&lt;/span&gt; and Ty Lou rushed downstairs. They drank their milkshakes pretty fast. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Tanna&lt;/span&gt; asked Aunt &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Tery&lt;/span&gt;, "Can we go outside and play?" Aunt &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Tery&lt;/span&gt; said, "Yes." &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Tanna&lt;/span&gt; and Ty Lou ran outside. They filled up the pools and they jumped in. Just then, Aunt &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Tery&lt;/span&gt; came out. She said "Get out of the pool, you will get your clothes wet." They got out of the pool &amp;amp; into their bathing suits. They ran back outside and jumped into the pools again. They splashed and swam. They had big pools. They were lake size. They kept swimming until 2:10. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Tanna&lt;/span&gt; said, "At 2:10 we need to get inside because it is going to storm." The storm started coming in at 2:10. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Tanna&lt;/span&gt; and Ty Lou ran inside as quick as they could. They quickly ran to Ty Lou’s room and got dressed. Then &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Tanna&lt;/span&gt; said, "Maybe we should play dolls." "Great idea!" said Ty Lou. Aunt &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Tery&lt;/span&gt; ran in &amp;amp; took them to the window to let them see that there was hail. They said "AH!" and ran out of the room. They got into a place with no windows and hid in a closet because they knew that sometimes tornadoes come after hail. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Tanna&lt;/span&gt;’s mother came in after that. She said, "It’s over." The girls came out of the closet and hugged their moms. They said, "I thought there was going to be a twister." The mothers said, "No, there was no twister." The girls felt relieved. They went back to Ty Lou’s room and started playing dolls again. When they were done, they had dinner. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Tanna&lt;/span&gt; said, "I don’t want to go to bed." &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Tanna&lt;/span&gt;’s mother said, "You have to go to bed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Tanna&lt;/span&gt;." After that, it was time to brush their teeth. Then &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Tanna&lt;/span&gt; went home. When it was time for bed, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Tanna&lt;/span&gt; got out her mattress and covers. She laid down. Her mother kissed her good night and said "I love you, and have sweet dreams." &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Tanna&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;couldn&lt;/span&gt;’t sleep that night, she was very scared. She called for her mother " I’m really scared of the strange noises around here." Her mother came in, explained what all the strange noises were, &amp;amp; she said, "Go back to sleep." When &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;Tanna&lt;/span&gt; went to sleep, the next morning came in a flash. She woke up her mother and said "Wake up, wake up, it’s time to go back to Ty Lou’s house and have fun." Her mother woke up, got dressed, got &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;Tanna&lt;/span&gt; dressed and finally went back to Ty Lou’s house. Ty Lou was happy to see them. Just then, a severe storm hit! The girls were scared! They screamed! Suddenly, it was over. Everyone was happy. Hurricane Molly was in the gulf &amp;amp; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;Tanna&lt;/span&gt;’s family did not know about it! Ty Lou was worried but did not want to tell about it. It was going hit in three days! Ty Lou knew that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;Tanna&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; her aunt would get hurt if they did not know about it! They could even die! She could not decide if she should tell or not. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;Tanna&lt;/span&gt; came in the room. "What are you thinking about?" asked &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;Tanna&lt;/span&gt;. "Nothing" answered Ty Lou. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;Tanna&lt;/span&gt; turned and headed out of the room. "Whew" Ty Lou said. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;Tanna&lt;/span&gt; slept over that night &amp;amp; in the morning, they watched the weather. Now &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;Tanna&lt;/span&gt;’s family knew about the hurricane. When Molly hit, they were all safe!&lt;br /&gt;THE END!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17386900-8571548758454527110?l=harrmonkeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrmonkeys.blogspot.com/feeds/8571548758454527110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17386900&amp;postID=8571548758454527110&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17386900/posts/default/8571548758454527110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17386900/posts/default/8571548758454527110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrmonkeys.blogspot.com/2007/10/kearas-story.html' title='Keara&apos;s story'/><author><name>2J3K&amp;amp;P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11195010401169001517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='14' src='http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e170/kearamon/kids.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17386900.post-665063133783370752</id><published>2007-10-10T09:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T12:23:19.226-05:00</updated><title type='text'>COURTESY OF DRIG</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;poiuytrewqlkjhgfdlkjhgfdsamnbvcxz with&lt;/span&gt; NFL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;OKUHJNMBKHGFF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Webdings;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Webdings;"&gt;PADRAIG=N=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Webdings;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Webdings;"&gt;JENNIFER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Webdings;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Webdings;"&gt;KEARA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Webdings;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Webdings;"&gt;KAI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Webdings;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Webdings;"&gt;JASON&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Webdings;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17386900-665063133783370752?l=harrmonkeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrmonkeys.blogspot.com/feeds/665063133783370752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17386900&amp;postID=665063133783370752&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17386900/posts/default/665063133783370752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17386900/posts/default/665063133783370752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrmonkeys.blogspot.com/2007/10/curtesy-of-drig.html' title='COURTESY OF DRIG'/><author><name>2J3K&amp;amp;P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11195010401169001517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='14' src='http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e170/kearamon/kids.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17386900.post-1704505268933053606</id><published>2007-10-10T08:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T08:57:31.479-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Kai is truly so funny</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Kai came home yesterday with a certificate for being the Club Cary winner last week. We were telling him how proud we were (as this is for being such a great student), and Kai was CLUELESS. The poor child had the award affixed upon his desk for an entire week and never realized that HE was the winner. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;BAAHHHHAAA&lt;/span&gt;. He is so funny. If he were a girl we would truly say he was just a little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ditsy&lt;/span&gt;. What do you call it when it's a boy? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17386900-1704505268933053606?l=harrmonkeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrmonkeys.blogspot.com/feeds/1704505268933053606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17386900&amp;postID=1704505268933053606&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17386900/posts/default/1704505268933053606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17386900/posts/default/1704505268933053606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrmonkeys.blogspot.com/2007/10/kai-is-truly-so-funny.html' title='Kai is truly so funny'/><author><name>2J3K&amp;amp;P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11195010401169001517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='14' src='http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e170/kearamon/kids.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17386900.post-5257894063640622261</id><published>2007-10-10T08:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T08:51:12.573-05:00</updated><title type='text'>UHOH Big decision</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My head is spinning. Do we stay or do we go? We are trying to decide whether we should move. UGH I HATE moving. There are so many pros and yet some cons too. I know where Jay's heart is and that just adds to the burden. This isn't just about him or me for that matter, this is about ALL of us. I have to really consider the kids as they are in really good programs right now with their schooling. Keara is doing so awesome, I would hate for that to go backward. But then again, maybe this would be just what she needs, doing well with a fresh start. Plus it's like a sign or something when I actually know someone that has family in the school we are looking to move to. So we will fight the urge to make any decisions until we visit tomorrow. The kids will come too and they will no doubt give their ever so honest opinions. Like I said the ole noggin is doing the loop-d-loops ~:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17386900-5257894063640622261?l=harrmonkeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrmonkeys.blogspot.com/feeds/5257894063640622261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17386900&amp;postID=5257894063640622261&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17386900/posts/default/5257894063640622261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17386900/posts/default/5257894063640622261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrmonkeys.blogspot.com/2007/10/uhoh-big-decision.html' title='UHOH Big decision'/><author><name>2J3K&amp;amp;P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11195010401169001517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='14' src='http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e170/kearamon/kids.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17386900.post-4039046528647558970</id><published>2007-10-07T11:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T12:05:53.402-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Stay or go?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So my question today is "how much is just too much?" At what point does a mother, father, sibling say enough is enough? I don't know because I haven't been faced with addiction but in terms of just plain ole enough is enough, I guess I do know my threshold. My philosophy on the whole blood is thicker than water is pretty simple actually. I believe if someone is good to me, if they treat me with the respect and kindness I deserve, whether they are "blood" or not, I will continue that relationship. If, however, someone doesn't show me these simple gestures, they will bring me down and they are out. I really don't think just because you were born unto someone, that they can treat you poorly and expect a relationship with you. In my case it was a very easy answer. I didn't have to think very hard about removing this person from my life. It was easy. Do I ever mourn that loss? NO. I am fortunate that I have someone in my life that WANTS to be there. He cares, TRULY. If addiction is the reason for the treatment, though, I wonder if that makes it different. I don't know. I want to believe it does bear some weight but again, that isn't my situation. I wish for the sake of many, it were easy. I wish I could shed some wisdom of light to the people affected. I wish I could shake some sense into the one causing the pain. Because even when someone is DONE, in this circumstance, I don't know that it will EVER be done. It is just heartbreaking and unfair!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17386900-4039046528647558970?l=harrmonkeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrmonkeys.blogspot.com/feeds/4039046528647558970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17386900&amp;postID=4039046528647558970&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17386900/posts/default/4039046528647558970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17386900/posts/default/4039046528647558970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrmonkeys.blogspot.com/2007/10/stay-or-go.html' title='Stay or go?'/><author><name>2J3K&amp;amp;P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11195010401169001517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='14' src='http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e170/kearamon/kids.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17386900.post-704198268091547242</id><published>2007-10-06T10:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-06T10:28:16.477-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Misc. NOTHINGS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So Jay interviewed AGAIN. We are not even 1% hopeful &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;. But he did anyway, to stay politically correct, ya know? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Keara&lt;/span&gt; came home with 3 certificates 100% on Science Chapter Test, 2 100% on timed math tests and 100% on EVERY spelling test this year. She is so smart. And then there is Kai. I said that wrong, he is really smart too, but he does have his DUH moments. He blanks out or just doesn't listen and then there is a 0 on a paper. He is so funny about it, like "don't worry mom, it's just one 0!" So I reply "okay dude if that's ALL it is!" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Drig&lt;/span&gt; has two teachers that are volunteering to keep him for any weekend I might want to get away. I tried to explain that I would really love that but I have a little problem er 2 that might not be so fine home alone. And ya know I am rolling in all the cash I have. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;BAAHHHAAA&lt;/span&gt;. Jackie is coming today. It should be nice, haven't talked for awhile. More later....&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Keara&lt;/span&gt; is stealing the computer!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17386900-704198268091547242?l=harrmonkeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrmonkeys.blogspot.com/feeds/704198268091547242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17386900&amp;postID=704198268091547242&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17386900/posts/default/704198268091547242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17386900/posts/default/704198268091547242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrmonkeys.blogspot.com/2007/10/misc-nothings.html' title='Misc. NOTHINGS'/><author><name>2J3K&amp;amp;P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11195010401169001517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='14' src='http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e170/kearamon/kids.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17386900.post-8831946454398093177</id><published>2007-10-05T13:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T13:16:53.557-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Magic Pill</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We have been praying for a magic pill to appear and help Keara. We found it! I am so beyond excited right now. Keara started on Prozac a couple of weeks ago and I really think it is just what she needed. I was so AGAINST it at first but finally after 5 different tries, we decided we had to try it. OMG it has been AMAZING! Last night we went to Family Fun Night at Drig's school. Keara is usually a mess during and after these type events. But last night she was so pleasant. She went in the big blow-up bouncy thing and was FINE! If you don't understand a child like Keara this seems like no big deal but for Keara it was HUGE. She has never been able to do these things without a. melting down and b. having to get out early. Last night not only did she stay the entire time, she ENJOYED it. Then she went on the big blow-up slide. She is usually afraid of heights but again she LOVED it. I was that sappy mom crying as I watched Keara really be a kid and have fun. I can still tear up just remembering. It was FANTASTIC. I have waited a long time to watch my little girl have a good time doing stuff kids do and last night for the very first time I got to see it. I cannot express how happy I am! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17386900-8831946454398093177?l=harrmonkeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrmonkeys.blogspot.com/feeds/8831946454398093177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17386900&amp;postID=8831946454398093177&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17386900/posts/default/8831946454398093177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17386900/posts/default/8831946454398093177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrmonkeys.blogspot.com/2007/10/magic-pill.html' title='Magic Pill'/><author><name>2J3K&amp;amp;P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11195010401169001517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='14' src='http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e170/kearamon/kids.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17386900.post-3143046865144579095</id><published>2007-10-01T18:28:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T18:30:15.344-05:00</updated><title type='text'>So she told me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Me: "Why are they teaching you things that I didn't learn?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Keara&lt;/span&gt; : "Because it is modern day math!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ALRIGHTY&lt;/span&gt; THEN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17386900-3143046865144579095?l=harrmonkeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrmonkeys.blogspot.com/feeds/3143046865144579095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17386900&amp;postID=3143046865144579095&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17386900/posts/default/3143046865144579095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17386900/posts/default/3143046865144579095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrmonkeys.blogspot.com/2007/10/so-she-told-me.html' title='So she told me...'/><author><name>2J3K&amp;amp;P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11195010401169001517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='14' src='http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e170/kearamon/kids.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17386900.post-4198468526922835316</id><published>2007-09-26T13:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T13:17:56.908-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You know you are in the south...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;When...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The sign at the Aquarium says "No fishing poles allowed!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ya think? DUH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I found this to be absolutely hysterical.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17386900-4198468526922835316?l=harrmonkeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrmonkeys.blogspot.com/feeds/4198468526922835316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17386900&amp;postID=4198468526922835316&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17386900/posts/default/4198468526922835316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17386900/posts/default/4198468526922835316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrmonkeys.blogspot.com/2007/09/you-know-you-are-in-south.html' title='You know you are in the south...'/><author><name>2J3K&amp;amp;P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11195010401169001517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='14' src='http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e170/kearamon/kids.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17386900.post-957180424615677609</id><published>2007-09-26T12:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T12:57:25.575-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;At long last an update...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Keara&lt;/span&gt;: She is doing so awesome. I am a little scared to even post this because I might jinx it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;. We finally broke down and went with Prozac. So NOT what I wanted to do. But we did try five different &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;meds&lt;/span&gt; before this and none did it. The last one had her moods pretty good but we couldn't go up with the dose because she literally threw chairs across the room the week we tried. We are just so wanting the anxiety to be less. We had to try this and so far I am so happy we did. It is amazing, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Keara&lt;/span&gt;, my sweet little girl is here...EVERYDAY, ALL DAY! Seriously, if you understand what we have gone through with her, this is truly the greatest miracle we could hope for. So far her fears have diminished as well. YEAH! She is still doing fabulous in school. She got her progress report and it was 97%, 97%, 98% and 98%. She was disappointed that she didn't get 100%. We tried to explain that it was ALL her grades averaged and these were FANTASTIC scores, but she said she was going to try even harder. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt; Her chorus is going great. Man my kid has a beautiful voice. She is so good. We're just happy she found her niche.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Kai: He is doing well in 1st grade. He lost both of his bottom teeth and it's adorable. He has developed yet another crush. It really is sweet. He is officially reading now too. At first I was a little concerned because he was just memorizing the books, but the last couple of days he has been really reading. He is so proud of himself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Drig&lt;/span&gt;: My little squirt is really smart. I am a little stunned because up until recently, it was really hard to understand him. His speech is getting so much better now. And along with that we are finding that he is quite smart. (we knew he was smart but just not how smart &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;kwim&lt;/span&gt;?) Anyway, the other day &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Keara&lt;/span&gt; asked him how many syllables words have in them and he would clap out the word and tell her. He did it totally on his own too. It was crazy. He is nonstop football, basketball and golf. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt;, he acts out the entire thing, even does replays for ya, like the games do. It is pretty funny. I cannot believe my baby will be five in a month! UGH! Where has it gone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Jay: He is my changed man! I guess everything that we went through was worth it because he is so much better now, of course I do have the control of the money. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt; But we are just having fun again. LOVE IT! He is really supportive of my health issues too. LOVE HIM!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Me: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;UMMM&lt;/span&gt;, I am willing to do anything to have my teeth fixed. And the rest of the damn body as well. It really is quite annoying but I am just not going to think about it right now. I just have to ignore the pain and hope it will GO AWAY! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; self talk done, I'm good! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;*This is a bad football year, how bout two loses for my Tigers and I am 0-3 in fantasy. Yeah, I suck!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17386900-957180424615677609?l=harrmonkeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrmonkeys.blogspot.com/feeds/957180424615677609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17386900&amp;postID=957180424615677609&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17386900/posts/default/957180424615677609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17386900/posts/default/957180424615677609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrmonkeys.blogspot.com/2007/09/at-long-last-update.html' title=''/><author><name>2J3K&amp;amp;P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11195010401169001517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='14' src='http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e170/kearamon/kids.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17386900.post-7639109525302212919</id><published>2007-09-22T22:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T22:16:06.855-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The slurred post...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ya know when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;yuou&lt;/span&gt; type something about five times and it still looks wrong. Yeah, that's about it. So I finally had some company tonight...that's my excuse for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;drinkking&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Bahha&lt;/span&gt;. I know I am wasted. I really didn't want to waste it though, lest here I am. Dude I cannot see the letters. I am erasing everything I write. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt; So we had Will here. Gotta love him. He is such a great guy. Totally doesn't get &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;annoyeds&lt;/span&gt; with my kids which if &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;yoou&lt;/span&gt; know them, says a lot! I am so trashed...wish I had a reason to do something  obnoxious...just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;donlt&lt;/span&gt; ya know. UGH Jay is nodding off over there on the couch, making some strange noises &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;. I cannot tell you how funny it seems right now but I'm sure that tomorrow it will be NOT funny! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;BAHAHHHA&lt;/span&gt;. And I am watching &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;ALabama&lt;/span&gt; LOSE! YEAH! I really don't like them. Think I'm gonna have a brownie...sounds good doesn't it? I made these great homemade ones with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;marshmellows&lt;/span&gt; on top....&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;ummmm&lt;/span&gt;! 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post...'/><author><name>2J3K&amp;amp;P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11195010401169001517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='14' src='http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e170/kearamon/kids.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17386900.post-7739481632630939035</id><published>2007-09-21T11:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T11:37:49.243-05:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG Drig is the SWEETEST...mostly</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-3d50e8bbd7c4d775" 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 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src='http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e170/kearamon/kids.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17386900.post-8211967191859095947</id><published>2007-09-21T11:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T11:20:41.578-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Imagine that</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Imagine that, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Keara&lt;/span&gt; sent an email to her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;teacher&lt;/span&gt; without my knowing ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Kai was falling from the tree before I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;could&lt;/span&gt; utter the words "be careful"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Keara&lt;/span&gt; is going to save the world by becoming a singing meteorologist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Drig&lt;/span&gt; is going to kill his mommy by becoming a motorcycle cop...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Kai will just be Kai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I have another cold and the passing out spells have returned&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I actually got through one sentence of this without &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Drig&lt;/span&gt; whining...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I will come back to this blog more than one time a year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;OH Who Knows but Imagine that!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17386900-8211967191859095947?l=harrmonkeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrmonkeys.blogspot.com/feeds/8211967191859095947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17386900&amp;postID=8211967191859095947&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link 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That is laughable, if only I hadn't joined those ranks YEARS ago. So, Fridays are my days that SUCK. I should not say that but I CAN NOT HELP MYSELF. Drig is home ALL FREAKING DAY! And it sucks. There sign me up for the worst mom award, hands down I WIN! He whines like a freaking 2 year old and I really think I will be losing my hair one strand at a time today. It will be a S L O W tortuous death to my hair. My eyebrows might even fall. I am SERIOUS. We have since 7:30, already played golf, basketball, football and tried to watch Cars. Now the boy is bored again and is walking around saying "Mama is about to be pissed!" Where he gets such language is beyond me! UGH. I tell you, er myself since I think I write to my own imagination, TODAY WILL SUCK! That's about that!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17386900-6205153036335417128?l=harrmonkeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrmonkeys.blogspot.com/feeds/6205153036335417128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17386900&amp;postID=6205153036335417128&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17386900/posts/default/6205153036335417128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17386900/posts/default/6205153036335417128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrmonkeys.blogspot.com/2007/09/talking-to-myself.html' title='Talking to MYSELF'/><author><name>2J3K&amp;amp;P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11195010401169001517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='14' src='http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e170/kearamon/kids.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17386900.post-4755571897178632324</id><published>2007-08-19T12:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T11:22:22.596-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Blah, blah, blah</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So, we started school already. Fun stuff. Well I should actually back up to the end of our summer. I get a call on Monday that my dr. would like to do my surgery (laparoscopic oophorectomy and hydrothermal ablation) the next day. I hemmed and hawed but my LOVELY hubby said I was doing it. I was not happy. So we quick called MIL to come help as Jay had to come to the hospital with me. She really saved us! Anyway, it went fine and I am cancer free so that's what is important. Anyhoo that was the week before school started. Needless to say I have been really sore doing all the prep work and such.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keara is doing great so far in the 3rd grade. She has a veteran teacher and that has been really nice for me. She is going to a new Psychiatrist and we like him (yes amazing...it's a boy) a lot better than the last. Again, a new medicine, hope this one works. Don't know though since it's only been a couple of weeks. She is WAY into HSM2 and Hannah, but it's funny to hear her talk of it, she thinks it's real! I can just see her trying to go into the class and break out in song! LOL Oh and she has joined the chorus. She is going to love it. She has the best voice. I am really excited for her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more to come....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17386900-4755571897178632324?l=harrmonkeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrmonkeys.blogspot.com/feeds/4755571897178632324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17386900&amp;postID=4755571897178632324&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17386900/posts/default/4755571897178632324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17386900/posts/default/4755571897178632324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrmonkeys.blogspot.com/2007/08/blah-blah-blah.html' title='Blah, blah, blah'/><author><name>2J3K&amp;amp;P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11195010401169001517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='14' src='http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e170/kearamon/kids.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17386900.post-2146604471898460937</id><published>2007-07-06T19:22:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T19:22:42.106-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mine</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com/collage" title="MyHeritage - share black and white photos with facial recognition technology" alt="MyHeritage - share black and white photos with facial recognition technology" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://storage.myheritagefiles.com/H/storage/site1/files/79/75/21/797521_9654963bcde864b8xano33.JPG" width="500" height="574" border="0" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17386900-2146604471898460937?l=harrmonkeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrmonkeys.blogspot.com/feeds/2146604471898460937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17386900&amp;postID=2146604471898460937&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17386900/posts/default/2146604471898460937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17386900/posts/default/2146604471898460937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrmonkeys.blogspot.com/2007/07/mine.html' title='Mine'/><author><name>2J3K&amp;amp;P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11195010401169001517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='14' src='http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e170/kearamon/kids.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17386900.post-594174641127961662</id><published>2007-07-06T19:19:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T19:19:35.040-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Keara's look-alikes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com/collage" title="MyHeritage - 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I really just don't have the energy to type because I type like a freaking idiot.....imagine talking like this "h o w a r e y o u?" That is how I type and I hate it. O there is my excuse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Keara&lt;/span&gt; is in an Autism Clinic this month and doing really well. There is another little girl in it with her that is like her twin. So great for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Keara&lt;/span&gt;. We are now on her third medication and again not seeing the effects. The first one caused a rash, the second just did nothing (well maybe even caused aggression) and now the third is doing nothing. It really is the wrong type anyway, as they are trying to calm her with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ADHD&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;meds&lt;/span&gt; and she doesn't have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ADHD&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;GAH&lt;/span&gt;! But we will try another and this time we are going to be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;adamant&lt;/span&gt; about it being for anxiety! She is back to not wanting to go outside, and quite frankly that is unacceptable. She got a new bed and is very excited abut painting it and applying the wallpaper border we got her. Princess and pink of course. She has been watching a lot of shows on raising lions, tigers and other big cats. She adores these shows, as well as, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Bindi&lt;/span&gt; the Jungle Girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kai is the same ole rowdy boy! He is trying to read and can do tons of math problems. He also seems to have the patience to try and learn the guitar from his daddy. He will actually hold it right, the other two just will not! We got a pool and the kids are really enjoying it. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Keara&lt;/span&gt; is our fish, under water so much that she actually got swimmers ear and an inner ear infection. So now we have to put drops in after every swim. Kai doesn't like to dunk but is swimming a lot on top of the water with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;floaties&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Drig&lt;/span&gt; is just cautiously approaching the whole thing. Although he has dunked a couple of times, on accident, he was fine with it. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Drig&lt;/span&gt; has become Mr. Personality. He is so animated and soon you can see it for yourself, we are finally &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;getting&lt;/span&gt; our cord to put our movies on the computer. His speech is so much better. We are thrilled with the progress and he has another year of his Special &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;PreK&lt;/span&gt;. It will do wonders I know. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Keara&lt;/span&gt; will be getting speech next year too. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;She&lt;/span&gt; gets quite angry when we discuss her R's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Drig&lt;/span&gt; funny,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were driving down the road and saw a truck with the Jr. #8 logo. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Drig&lt;/span&gt; was so excited he yelled out "A Jr. fan!" We said yes it is. He then said "WOW Jr. has two fans!" It was the sweetest thing ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will try to get back more often, (I write as if someone actually reads this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;) but you know PROMISES PROMISES!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17386900-6513228181567989256?l=harrmonkeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrmonkeys.blogspot.com/feeds/6513228181567989256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17386900&amp;postID=6513228181567989256&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17386900/posts/default/6513228181567989256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17386900/posts/default/6513228181567989256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrmonkeys.blogspot.com/2007/06/worst-blogger-ever.html' title='Worst Blogger Ever'/><author><name>2J3K&amp;amp;P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11195010401169001517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='14' src='http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e170/kearamon/kids.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17386900.post-7979385859086990847</id><published>2007-03-10T10:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-10T10:48:21.018-06:00</updated><title type='text'>We have the official diagnoses....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We knew this to be true a long time ago but have been waiting for the official word....&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Keara&lt;/span&gt; is autistic, specifically &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Aspergers&lt;/span&gt;. Like I said, I knew when I dove head first about a year ago into the research but getting the official word is going to get us the help we need, finally. The school people went in with a different agenda, which we expected. The evaluator said it would be interesting to meet &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Keara&lt;/span&gt; after hearing two opposite versions of the girl. There was some similarities, probably with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;OCD&lt;/span&gt; and Anxiety...after all the school was so kind to point this out to us &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;. I mean HELLO, DUH! Pretty obvious that those two disorders are there. She also has a host of other &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;comorbid&lt;/span&gt; disorders like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Dysgraphia&lt;/span&gt;, sensory issues, and possibly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;ADHD&lt;/span&gt;. But the evaluator gave us a clearer picture. She explained that the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Aspergers&lt;/span&gt; is like a big box and the other disorders are all inside the box. If we can treat the whole box, some of the issues inside will also benefit and minimized. This is not to say she won't have to have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;meds&lt;/span&gt; and other therapies as well but it will help tons. She is now qualified for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;IEP&lt;/span&gt;. That alone will give us the leverage and opportunity we need. Right away she should receive OT and Speech/Language therapies. We should have been getting those already but the school still felt that it was us, the incompetent parents fault and had her on a behavior plan. I will digress because I DO know what it is like to deal with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Keara&lt;/span&gt; on a daily basis and it is not easy. The school has made some good choices for her and have tried. They just didn't have the whole picture. So now we can start fresh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I can tell you that I have cried myself to sleep over &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Keara&lt;/span&gt; but it doesn't do anyone any good. I have mourned the loss of what could be. I hope that I am moving in a clearer direction, one toward making the best &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Keara&lt;/span&gt; possible. I think we can do it now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17386900-7979385859086990847?l=harrmonkeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrmonkeys.blogspot.com/feeds/7979385859086990847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17386900&amp;postID=7979385859086990847&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17386900/posts/default/7979385859086990847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17386900/posts/default/7979385859086990847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrmonkeys.blogspot.com/2007/03/we-have-official-diagnoses.html' title='We have the official diagnoses....'/><author><name>2J3K&amp;amp;P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11195010401169001517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='14' src='http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e170/kearamon/kids.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17386900.post-7892826853707903295</id><published>2007-02-24T15:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-24T15:38:11.382-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Is it possible for your heart to truly break? Does it change you or do you just fade off into oblivion? I am starting to think that if you have enough heartache, you cannot overcome it. I think sometimes what and who I could/&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;should&lt;/span&gt; be...the answers are so much bigger than what I am today. I am really a shell of what I was. I am defeated in grief...and then not. I am not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;making&lt;/span&gt; much sense. I just wonder if I can ever get over certain losses? I don't think I can and that just really terrifies me. I miss, so much, my Killian and Mimi. I cannot even put into words how absolutely lonely it feels without them. I miss being &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;some one's&lt;/span&gt; greatest, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;some one's&lt;/span&gt; angel, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;some one's&lt;/span&gt; most and everything. I don't like lies and I don't like secrets and I have both. I don't like missing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;people&lt;/span&gt; and I don't like being sad. I wish I wasn't and don't think I will ever get over it. In April it will be ten long years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more later&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17386900-7892826853707903295?l=harrmonkeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrmonkeys.blogspot.com/feeds/7892826853707903295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17386900&amp;postID=7892826853707903295&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17386900/posts/default/7892826853707903295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17386900/posts/default/7892826853707903295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrmonkeys.blogspot.com/2007/02/is-it-possible-for-your-heart-to-truly.html' title=''/><author><name>2J3K&amp;amp;P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11195010401169001517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='14' src='http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e170/kearamon/kids.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17386900.post-3831404955879193144</id><published>2007-01-06T20:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-06T20:26:26.705-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;WOW...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I have some GREAT friends. One of my friends, Laura, sent me a gift. It was unexpected and so very welcome! I had a good cry because I just really needed something like that. She sent a gift for my kids too! How sweet is that? The kids were absolutely thrilled. Drig said "the mailman gave me a gift!" I said "no honey, that was Ms. Laura." He then said "Ms. Waura is me best fend!" It was so cute. He was so happy to have his very own Moonsand. Keara was equally thrilled with her own drawing book and Kai loved the Moonsand too. Keara said "mama, she doesn't even know me." I told her that Ms. Laura knows a lot about her and is very special. I feel so blessed to have her in my life. She is such an inspiration and has always been so helpful in her advice to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So thank you again Laura! Love ya!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17386900-3831404955879193144?l=harrmonkeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrmonkeys.blogspot.com/feeds/3831404955879193144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17386900&amp;postID=3831404955879193144&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17386900/posts/default/3831404955879193144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17386900/posts/default/3831404955879193144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrmonkeys.blogspot.com/2007/01/good-friends.html' title='Good Friends'/><author><name>2J3K&amp;amp;P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11195010401169001517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='14' src='http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e170/kearamon/kids.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17386900.post-523795777384141205</id><published>2007-01-03T14:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T14:57:43.158-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Idiots Rule Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I am the CHAMPION!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After posting the second best record next to Jay, I entered the playoffs. The first round was a nail biter but in the championship round I won by 75 points. And I BEAT Jay!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am shamelessly walking around asking, "who's the best? who is the master of fantasy league? who is the CHAMPION?" The answer is of course ME! A girl beat all the boys!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17386900-523795777384141205?l=harrmonkeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrmonkeys.blogspot.com/feeds/523795777384141205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17386900&amp;postID=523795777384141205&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17386900/posts/default/523795777384141205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17386900/posts/default/523795777384141205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrmonkeys.blogspot.com/2007/01/idiots-rule-update.html' title='Idiots Rule Update'/><author><name>2J3K&amp;amp;P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11195010401169001517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='14' src='http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e170/kearamon/kids.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17386900.post-8795152153984984145</id><published>2007-01-03T13:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T13:21:03.399-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Trial Run</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We are evil...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Today is the eve of school returning so we woke the kids at 6 and had a trial run. Keara is starting to get into one of her anxious frame of mind states and I am worried about tomorrow. I will report that everything was really smooth this morning. The kids and I were out the door by 7:10. We went to Walmart which also was pleasant. I was shocked. So, cross your fingers for tomorrow. The other part I'm worried about is we will be in court from 10-12ish and cannot be reached. Hope they won't need us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17386900-8795152153984984145?l=harrmonkeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrmonkeys.blogspot.com/feeds/8795152153984984145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17386900&amp;postID=8795152153984984145&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17386900/posts/default/8795152153984984145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17386900/posts/default/8795152153984984145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrmonkeys.blogspot.com/2007/01/trial-run.html' title='Trial Run'/><author><name>2J3K&amp;amp;P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11195010401169001517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='14' src='http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e170/kearamon/kids.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17386900.post-2654784513529701661</id><published>2007-01-03T13:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T13:13:12.353-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My heart aches</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A terrible tragedy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;occurred&lt;/span&gt; on New Year's eve. A family of four died when their private airplane crashed into a neighborhood. A father, mother and two sons, but they also have a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;daughter&lt;/span&gt; and she is left to mourn. They just endured the death of their grandfather and their grandmother and this girl are left to carry this now too. I am just so sad for them. My BIL is close with the family and is really torn up over this. My sister helped the grandfather die with dignity (she was his hospice nurse) and became close with them as well. I just don't have the words for their loss. It is just not fair or right!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17386900-2654784513529701661?l=harrmonkeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrmonkeys.blogspot.com/feeds/2654784513529701661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17386900&amp;postID=2654784513529701661&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17386900/posts/default/2654784513529701661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17386900/posts/default/2654784513529701661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrmonkeys.blogspot.com/2007/01/my-heart-aches.html' title='My heart aches'/><author><name>2J3K&amp;amp;P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11195010401169001517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='14' src='http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e170/kearamon/kids.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17386900.post-5984851766486549945</id><published>2006-12-23T09:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-23T10:25:37.712-06:00</updated><title type='text'>drawings</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NrKF2lJX184/RY1YUs1bGLI/AAAAAAAAACI/6ps1Aa4npwg/s1600-h/IMG_0003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011759072989092018" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NrKF2lJX184/RY1YWM1bGOI/AAAAAAAAACg/r1NFAeXqWqI/s200/IMG.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NrKF2lJX184/RY1YWs1bGPI/AAAAAAAAACo/l4F0SFdsw-A/s1600-h/IMG_0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011759107348830450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NrKF2lJX184/RY1YWs1bGPI/AAAAAAAAACo/l4F0SFdsw-A/s200/IMG_0001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17386900-5984851766486549945?l=harrmonkeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrmonkeys.blogspot.com/feeds/5984851766486549945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17386900&amp;postID=5984851766486549945&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17386900/posts/default/5984851766486549945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17386900/posts/default/5984851766486549945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrmonkeys.blogspot.com/2006/12/drawings.html' title='drawings'/><author><name>2J3K&amp;amp;P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11195010401169001517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='14' src='http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e170/kearamon/kids.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NrKF2lJX184/RY1YUs1bGLI/AAAAAAAAACI/6ps1Aa4npwg/s72-c/IMG_0003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17386900.post-8548378158210673431</id><published>2006-12-19T17:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-19T17:44:59.063-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I really do not have the Christmas spirit. Actually I don't have the commercialized Christmas spirit. I am so sick of hearing what everyone is buying and getting. I LOVE to give presents (don't get me wrong) I just don't love how it's become more and more and more. I think if you can get meaningful presents, then go for it but if you are just giving to give *things* then why bother. I know a big part of it is we are broke and it SUX. I am so sad about not doing a thing for the kids. My mom and dad are playing Santa this year because honestly we just can't buy anything. I have found some little things at the Thrift Store but not anything they asked for. Thank goodness my kids are more excited about going to see Nan and Poppi and don't really know the difference. All the same, it still makes me sad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I am sick and that makes me even more grumpy. I waited until today (even though I got the prescription order a week ago Mon.) to get it because it was $20 and I don't know that we can get the food we need if I get the antibiotic. But I know that I am headed for pneumonia and I just can't do that again. I am coughing day and night and the darn thing just sux. They gave me Avelox because I just had a Z-Pak a month ago. It is some strong stuff. I can only take it at night. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I feel like a baby because so many are worse than us and I shouldn't complain but it is pretty hard. I have been drawing like crazy and I just pray that everyone will enjoy them. This is the first year in like 15 that I can't do Christmas cards and frankly that makes me cry. I LOVE sending them. I love designing them and I am really depressed that I can't do them. I am going to do an email one but it isn't the same! I also cannot do the pictures I normally do...but I swear I am going to earn the money some how and do those, it's a history of my kids' lives and I cannot stop that! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;OK enough bitching...gotta go get a cough drop AGAIN!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17386900-8548378158210673431?l=harrmonkeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrmonkeys.blogspot.com/feeds/8548378158210673431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17386900&amp;postID=8548378158210673431&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17386900/posts/default/8548378158210673431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17386900/posts/default/8548378158210673431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrmonkeys.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-really-do-not-have-christmas-spirit.html' title='Christmas'/><author><name>2J3K&amp;amp;P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11195010401169001517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='14' src='http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e170/kearamon/kids.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17386900.post-5092184226103117310</id><published>2006-12-16T09:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-16T12:13:23.800-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas drawings</title><content type='html'>Obviously not done with this but for Jay's grandparents...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NrKF2lJX184/RYQUYs1bGCI/AAAAAAAAAAw/NLIeo5es7kg/s1600-h/IMG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5009151100127483938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NrKF2lJX184/RYQUYs1bGCI/AAAAAAAAAAw/NLIeo5es7kg/s200/IMG.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; For my mom...not done LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NrKF2lJX184/RYQUZM1bGDI/AAAAAAAAAA4/qdf3H8a4NoY/s1600-h/IMG_0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5009151108717418546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NrKF2lJX184/RYQUZM1bGDI/AAAAAAAAAA4/qdf3H8a4NoY/s200/IMG_0001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NrKF2lJX184/RYQUZc1bGFI/AAAAAAAAABI/BcLGa8MVCcU/s1600-h/Untitled-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5009151113012385874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NrKF2lJX184/RYQUZc1bGFI/AAAAAAAAABI/BcLGa8MVCcU/s200/Untitled-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I did this one for Keara's therapist...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5009151113012385858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NrKF2lJX184/RYQUZc1bGEI/AAAAAAAAABA/OvqGjuR71KQ/s200/kearasmall.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NrKF2lJX184/RYQQi81bF_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/zBOGf-ktnAs/s1600-h/IMG_0005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5009146878174631922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NrKF2lJX184/RYQQi81bF_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/zBOGf-ktnAs/s200/IMG_0005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did this for my grandma...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NrKF2lJX184/RYQQjs1bGAI/AAAAAAAAAAU/4638NGzVtME/s1600-h/IMG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5009146891059533826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NrKF2lJX184/RYQQjs1bGAI/AAAAAAAAAAU/4638NGzVtME/s200/IMG.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; from this picture...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NrKF2lJX184/RYQQjs1bGBI/AAAAAAAAAAc/fCtpgU8riyo/s1600-h/IMG_0007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5009146891059533842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NrKF2lJX184/RYQQjs1bGBI/AAAAAAAAAAc/fCtpgU8riyo/s200/IMG_0007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More to come....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17386900-5092184226103117310?l=harrmonkeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrmonkeys.blogspot.com/feeds/5092184226103117310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17386900&amp;postID=5092184226103117310&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17386900/posts/default/5092184226103117310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17386900/posts/default/5092184226103117310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrmonkeys.blogspot.com/2006/12/christmas-drawings.html' title='Christmas drawings'/><author><name>2J3K&amp;amp;P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11195010401169001517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='14' src='http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e170/kearamon/kids.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NrKF2lJX184/RYQUYs1bGCI/AAAAAAAAAAw/NLIeo5es7kg/s72-c/IMG.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17386900.post-9076396776747207783</id><published>2006-12-02T20:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-03T08:51:08.901-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;*must begin with a note that I am writing this for ME*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been writing and I have pretty good excuses for that. To begin this saga...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keara- Let's see what can I say about my dear sweet girl. Well, she has been SICK. It has been awful for her. We started Mon. morning with diarrhea that was uncontrollable. Tues. she began to vomit (or should I say throwing up because I am not allowed to say vomit in front of Keara). She could not hold any water down. She continued to throw up all day Wed. as well. By Thurs. she was holding her water but also in a lot of pain in her lower abdomen. We took her to the Dr. because we feared an Appendix problem. They think it's gonna be OK but she has now spiked a 102 fever. Friday she is feeling better in the tummy area but her ear hurts and she still has no appetite and isn't drinking well. She returns to the Dr. and sure enough, has an ear infection. We spent about 2 hours trying to get some liquids in her because at this point she is looking REALLY bad. She finally takes some in and off to bed. Today we felt she was doing a bit better but she comes to me at noon or so and says, "mommy what are these bumps on my ankles?" She has hives. UGH Tonight she has eyes that are SO bloodshot it looks painful. My poor baby girl. She has remained on the couch since Monday am. This is so sad to watch because Keara does not rest unless she is going to bed at night! OK the really bad part of her being sick (besides how awful she feels), we were supposed to get her state evaluation on Thurs. We have waited since the beginning of the school year for this because it is through the school and FREE. UGH So now we have to reschedule. Keara has done pretty good at school lately. We still have the occasional problem or teacher that has yet to encounter Keara at her "finest" LOL. We have decided that Girl Scouts is not for her. She has not had any fun and that's just stupid to make her go. All and all she is doing GREAT and I just love her dearly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kai continues to thrive at school. He is really trying to read now. I love love love his teacher. She is the neatest lady. The kids all know me now and that makes the volunteering so much better. He can still drive me nuts with his attitude and lack of listening skills but all and all he is good. I love his humor and the fact that I can actually joke around with him. LOVE my boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drig is doing well too. They are treating his coughing as asthma. UGH But since we started the inhaler and pill, he is not coughing. SO it must be working. It sux but then if it works who the hell cares. His Dr. is 2.5 hours away. THAT SUX! He has had a burst of words lately and that is so awesome. He has also discovered stalling and asking "Why". LOVELY. Oh the best news...the boy uses the POTTY now all the time, he even stays dry at night!! WHOOHOO! Love my driggy boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been saving the best for last...harhar. OK go back a little bit and imagine this with me. I am looking for shoes for my daughter to wear to school because her sandals were not going to cut it in winter. I pay for the ones I find (only 12.99 at Land's End total bargain). Later that day, I get this strange phone call. The guy at Land's calls to tell me that my card did not go through. OK??? I call Jay and say, "please place this order with a card that will work, and why isn't the other working?" He replies "We will talk about it when I get home." Again OK??? So later we have this conversation where I discover that we are fucked. To make a really long and sad story short...he calls to find out about debt management and we don't have enough money for it. So he tells me the only way out is bankruptcy. So we are now in bankruptcy. Scanning back over bills and shit that I have not seen until now because Jay had hidden everything from me and basically I had to ask for any money I needed, but looking it over Jay just stopped paying some bills and forgot others. So we had to fork over the lawyers fees and filing fees and pay our normal shit and the one that was missed and our insurance that happens to be due for the next six months and it is Christmas...I cry everyday, what the hell am I going to do about Santa? GAWD I love Jay but I really don't know if I can take anymore. Everyday some more BAD news get thrown at me and I just can't handle it. And this morning as I am tallying the money, I realize that food might not be an option. Kidding but really I guess I will go to the food bank and beg. Add to this that I don't have tampons or even toilet paper and I am starting to worry. I may have to get rid of the Internet and cable, hurts Jay and kids really but what can ya do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I thought it would help to write it but it hasn't. OH well. 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