<?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-7377869991136846361</id><updated>2011-07-31T05:20:10.140-05:00</updated><category term='mateo'/><category term='moms love'/><category term='abuse'/><category term='moms rant'/><category term='autism'/><title type='text'>The Tales Of Me</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halford517.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7377869991136846361/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halford517.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kauseks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05757812754053364676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5VA_tKxaat0/S8y3jsLwGnI/AAAAAAAAFn0/uFnIZHuL0c0/S220/S7300099.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>37</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7377869991136846361.post-7006649666945000629</id><published>2009-09-21T16:54:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T17:01:19.288-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Me Monday</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I did not skip giving my daughter a bath last night just because I was tired, I believe in a bath every night&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I did not have my son stay home from school because of his asthma, and than allow him to play video games all day.  I make my sick children stay in bed.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I did not let my child walk out of the house the other day with his shoes on the wrong feet, just because he thought he was right. Nope not me&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;There is also no way I would ever put pine sol in the sink so it could smell like I cleaned.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Also I make sure on days that I have the flu that my son still eats healthy and not a pudding and granola bar for lunch..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7377869991136846361-7006649666945000629?l=halford517.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halford517.blogspot.com/feeds/7006649666945000629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7377869991136846361&amp;postID=7006649666945000629' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7377869991136846361/posts/default/7006649666945000629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7377869991136846361/posts/default/7006649666945000629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halford517.blogspot.com/2009/09/not-me-monday.html' title='Not Me Monday'/><author><name>Kauseks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05757812754053364676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5VA_tKxaat0/S8y3jsLwGnI/AAAAAAAAFn0/uFnIZHuL0c0/S220/S7300099.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7377869991136846361.post-2795556278971745612</id><published>2009-09-21T07:49:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T07:51:09.736-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Brian has had some revenge coming to him for sometime because he is ALWAYS messing with you, well this morning I got it.. There may be an F bomb, I dont remember&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2vHtzJ_GbKM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2vHtzJ_GbKM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&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/7377869991136846361-2795556278971745612?l=halford517.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halford517.blogspot.com/feeds/2795556278971745612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7377869991136846361&amp;postID=2795556278971745612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7377869991136846361/posts/default/2795556278971745612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7377869991136846361/posts/default/2795556278971745612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halford517.blogspot.com/2009/09/brian-has-had-some-revenge-coming-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Kauseks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05757812754053364676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5VA_tKxaat0/S8y3jsLwGnI/AAAAAAAAFn0/uFnIZHuL0c0/S220/S7300099.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7377869991136846361.post-5295032327325953938</id><published>2009-09-20T20:36:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T20:41:58.483-05:00</updated><title type='text'>well.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5VA_tKxaat0/SrbZriMZpzI/AAAAAAAAFlQ/a3x5uXKHV5M/s1600-h/DSC00961.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5VA_tKxaat0/SrbZriMZpzI/AAAAAAAAFlQ/a3x5uXKHV5M/s320/DSC00961.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383729746504427314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;He loved soccer, hes actually pretty good, kinda slow, and best yet NO INJURIES!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5VA_tKxaat0/SrbZQcrWNTI/AAAAAAAAFlI/60xB183WuAo/s1600-h/DSC00948.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5VA_tKxaat0/SrbZQcrWNTI/AAAAAAAAFlI/60xB183WuAo/s320/DSC00948.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383729281167144242" 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/7377869991136846361-5295032327325953938?l=halford517.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halford517.blogspot.com/feeds/5295032327325953938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7377869991136846361&amp;postID=5295032327325953938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7377869991136846361/posts/default/5295032327325953938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7377869991136846361/posts/default/5295032327325953938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halford517.blogspot.com/2009/09/well.html' title='well.....'/><author><name>Kauseks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05757812754053364676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5VA_tKxaat0/S8y3jsLwGnI/AAAAAAAAFn0/uFnIZHuL0c0/S220/S7300099.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5VA_tKxaat0/SrbZriMZpzI/AAAAAAAAFlQ/a3x5uXKHV5M/s72-c/DSC00961.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7377869991136846361.post-2546190470646303026</id><published>2009-09-14T00:01:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T00:06:21.571-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Anyone can tell you who I was before, I laughed and had fun.  Back in 05 I was struck with panic attacks.  I am afraid to fly, sit passenger, ride a train and many other moving objects. A lot of my fears are silly.  But none the less they have hindered me and my marriage.  My mother works for an airline, and I can fly on her pass very cheaply, to Ireland and many other places.  I thank god I have my loving husband who understands me and holds my hand.  But because of me, I make him drive everywhere.  We are getting out of the Army into the unknown because of my panic.  Well this Friday I am no longer going to relay on meds.  I will still take them, but I will start cognitive therapy, where I can change my way of thinking.  To know that the extra cup of coffee in the morning will not kill me.  To know that riding a train, will not kill me. To know I no longer have to find the fastest escape out of the room.  Wish me luck. I cant wait to be me again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7377869991136846361-2546190470646303026?l=halford517.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halford517.blogspot.com/feeds/2546190470646303026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7377869991136846361&amp;postID=2546190470646303026' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7377869991136846361/posts/default/2546190470646303026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7377869991136846361/posts/default/2546190470646303026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halford517.blogspot.com/2009/09/anyone-can-tell-you-who-i-was-before-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Kauseks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05757812754053364676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5VA_tKxaat0/S8y3jsLwGnI/AAAAAAAAFn0/uFnIZHuL0c0/S220/S7300099.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7377869991136846361.post-722900505121051249</id><published>2009-09-13T23:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T23:42:23.001-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The kiddos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.onetruemedia.com/share_view_player?p=98701218b3653ed14bceaa" quality="high" scale="noscale" width="600" height="526" wmode="transparent" name="FLVPlayer" salign="LT" flashvars="&amp;p=98701218b3653ed14bceaa&amp;skin_id=601&amp;host=http://www.onetruemedia.com" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="margin:0px;font:12px/13px verdana,arial,sans-serif;line-height:20px;padding-bottom:15px;width:600px;text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.onetruemedia.com/share_player_link?p=98701218b3653ed14bceaa&amp;skin_id=601&amp;source=emplay" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.onetruemedia.com/share_player_link_image/98701218b3653ed14bceaa/601.gif" style="border:0px;" width="600" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.onetruemedia.com/landing?&amp;utm_source=emplay&amp;utm_medium=txt0" target="_blank" style="text-decoration:none;"&gt;Make photo slide shows at &lt;span style="text-decoration:underline;"&gt;www.OneTrueMedia.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&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/7377869991136846361-722900505121051249?l=halford517.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halford517.blogspot.com/feeds/722900505121051249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7377869991136846361&amp;postID=722900505121051249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7377869991136846361/posts/default/722900505121051249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7377869991136846361/posts/default/722900505121051249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halford517.blogspot.com/2009/09/kiddos.html' title='The kiddos'/><author><name>Kauseks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05757812754053364676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5VA_tKxaat0/S8y3jsLwGnI/AAAAAAAAFn0/uFnIZHuL0c0/S220/S7300099.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7377869991136846361.post-4625125372232026558</id><published>2009-09-13T15:50:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T15:54:39.217-05:00</updated><title type='text'>soccer and aspergers- Whats a mom to do.</title><content type='html'>Well I bit the bullet, I have officially enrolled Mateo into soccer, against my better mommy judgment.   I understand the need for him to be challenged, I also get that this may help his balanace.  But any mother with a aspie child knows that sports don't really go in the category of something their child can do.  Sure Ive looked everywhere for someone to tell me " Hey my kid does just fine".  I have yet to hear or read that.  I am worried, I am scared that he wont know how to play, he will get hurt, or the kids will leave him out.  Trust me kids at 5 and 6 are brutal, and my son wouldn't hurt a fly (most likely because he is afraid of flies).   So with us luck, Thursday is our first practice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7377869991136846361-4625125372232026558?l=halford517.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halford517.blogspot.com/feeds/4625125372232026558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7377869991136846361&amp;postID=4625125372232026558' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7377869991136846361/posts/default/4625125372232026558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7377869991136846361/posts/default/4625125372232026558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halford517.blogspot.com/2009/09/soccer-and-aspergers-whats-mom-to-do.html' title='soccer and aspergers- Whats a mom to do.'/><author><name>Kauseks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05757812754053364676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5VA_tKxaat0/S8y3jsLwGnI/AAAAAAAAFn0/uFnIZHuL0c0/S220/S7300099.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7377869991136846361.post-5314145926027732593</id><published>2009-07-21T16:43:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T16:46:11.245-05:00</updated><title type='text'>SHE SMILES</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5VA_tKxaat0/SmY2wLwn_ZI/AAAAAAAAFk0/wzGNxDaEauM/s1600-h/DSC00536.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5VA_tKxaat0/SmY2wLwn_ZI/AAAAAAAAFk0/wzGNxDaEauM/s400/DSC00536.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361032607849512338" 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/7377869991136846361-5314145926027732593?l=halford517.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halford517.blogspot.com/feeds/5314145926027732593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7377869991136846361&amp;postID=5314145926027732593' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7377869991136846361/posts/default/5314145926027732593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7377869991136846361/posts/default/5314145926027732593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halford517.blogspot.com/2009/07/she-smiles.html' title='SHE SMILES'/><author><name>Kauseks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05757812754053364676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5VA_tKxaat0/S8y3jsLwGnI/AAAAAAAAFn0/uFnIZHuL0c0/S220/S7300099.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5VA_tKxaat0/SmY2wLwn_ZI/AAAAAAAAFk0/wzGNxDaEauM/s72-c/DSC00536.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7377869991136846361.post-115687625723225795</id><published>2009-04-18T08:24:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T08:26:05.046-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Marisol</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5VA_tKxaat0/SenU0H05NuI/AAAAAAAAFks/eg5oklh92aw/s1600-h/Marisol+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326022026261509858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 312px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5VA_tKxaat0/SenU0H05NuI/AAAAAAAAFks/eg5oklh92aw/s400/Marisol+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5VA_tKxaat0/SenUvh0De8I/AAAAAAAAFkk/H31uIvXwa5I/s1600-h/Marisol+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326021947337964482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 312px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5VA_tKxaat0/SenUvh0De8I/AAAAAAAAFkk/H31uIvXwa5I/s400/Marisol+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They caught her mid smile in the 3rd picture.  &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5VA_tKxaat0/SenUsYU6NGI/AAAAAAAAFkc/mXpkmOy6HqE/s1600-h/Marisol.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326021893251806306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 343px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5VA_tKxaat0/SenUsYU6NGI/AAAAAAAAFkc/mXpkmOy6HqE/s400/Marisol.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/7377869991136846361-115687625723225795?l=halford517.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halford517.blogspot.com/feeds/115687625723225795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7377869991136846361&amp;postID=115687625723225795' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7377869991136846361/posts/default/115687625723225795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7377869991136846361/posts/default/115687625723225795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halford517.blogspot.com/2009/04/baby-marisol.html' title='Baby Marisol'/><author><name>Kauseks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05757812754053364676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5VA_tKxaat0/S8y3jsLwGnI/AAAAAAAAFn0/uFnIZHuL0c0/S220/S7300099.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5VA_tKxaat0/SenU0H05NuI/AAAAAAAAFks/eg5oklh92aw/s72-c/Marisol+3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7377869991136846361.post-2606491345598067119</id><published>2009-04-09T19:01:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T19:04:12.385-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughtful Thursday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5VA_tKxaat0/Sd6M9CA9LBI/AAAAAAAAFkU/STHXRGh2uTI/s1600-h/DSC00022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5VA_tKxaat0/Sd6M9CA9LBI/AAAAAAAAFkU/STHXRGh2uTI/s400/DSC00022.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322846789739293714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my beauty. She is one of 4 but she will always be my fav.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7377869991136846361-2606491345598067119?l=halford517.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halford517.blogspot.com/feeds/2606491345598067119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7377869991136846361&amp;postID=2606491345598067119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7377869991136846361/posts/default/2606491345598067119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7377869991136846361/posts/default/2606491345598067119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halford517.blogspot.com/2009/04/thoughtful-thursday.html' title='Thoughtful Thursday'/><author><name>Kauseks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05757812754053364676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5VA_tKxaat0/S8y3jsLwGnI/AAAAAAAAFn0/uFnIZHuL0c0/S220/S7300099.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5VA_tKxaat0/Sd6M9CA9LBI/AAAAAAAAFkU/STHXRGh2uTI/s72-c/DSC00022.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7377869991136846361.post-813295466979024271</id><published>2009-04-03T09:57:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T10:03:06.718-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday Five</title><content type='html'>Each Friday I will post 5 thing  I am thankful for. This will help me end the week on a good note, no matter what has happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.I am thankful to the person who came up with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;tye&lt;/span&gt; dyeing. Mateo and i had a blast this week making T-Shirts, and it was wonderful time spent together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  I am thankful for teachers, not just the educational kind, but those who take time out of their schedule to teach us from their mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  While at time I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;detest&lt;/span&gt; the Army, I am thankful for them.  The insurance, my bills being paid, a roof over my head.  While the rest of the world is worrying on how they will pay their &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;mortgage&lt;/span&gt;, we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; have to worry about that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  I am thankful for God.  This is an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;obvious&lt;/span&gt; one, however with him my life &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;wouldn't&lt;/span&gt; be complete. Sure life gets crazy and their are times I think I cant do it, but those are the times that I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; let God in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  My husband.  He is home &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;every night&lt;/span&gt; with the family.  Some husbands prefer to spend time at bars, or out with their &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Friends&lt;/span&gt;, but he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;chooses&lt;/span&gt; to spend his free time with us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7377869991136846361-813295466979024271?l=halford517.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halford517.blogspot.com/feeds/813295466979024271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7377869991136846361&amp;postID=813295466979024271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7377869991136846361/posts/default/813295466979024271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7377869991136846361/posts/default/813295466979024271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halford517.blogspot.com/2009/04/friday-five.html' title='Friday Five'/><author><name>Kauseks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05757812754053364676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5VA_tKxaat0/S8y3jsLwGnI/AAAAAAAAFn0/uFnIZHuL0c0/S220/S7300099.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7377869991136846361.post-6234645616200549060</id><published>2009-04-02T15:51:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T16:00:06.951-05:00</updated><title type='text'>update I guess</title><content type='html'>Not much has been happening since I last updated.  I am now 7 months along only 2 more to go, even though in pregnancy lingo that really means 3.  My new obsession this week is cookies and tye dying t shirt with Mateo. He thinks this is awesome by the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My oldest son is now 11, and has won a scholarship to &lt;a href="http://www.bluelake.org/"&gt;blue lake&lt;/a&gt;. Hes not happy about it and doesn't want to go. Yet he needs to, he has confidence issues.. Also when most people hear scholorship they think FREE, however his scholorship turned into 700 bucks, but with 2 sets of parents chipping in we should be ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are now up to 4 cats, Brian cracked and allowed me to get another cat. But just like kids, we are now done with animals I dont want to be the crazy cat lady.  So here I leave u with recent pictures.&lt;br /&gt;The first is the babys room before and after&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5VA_tKxaat0/SdUmkxqfnoI/AAAAAAAAFkE/e6Rx4aI4tVo/s1600-h/S7301617.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5VA_tKxaat0/SdUmkxqfnoI/AAAAAAAAFkE/e6Rx4aI4tVo/s320/S7301617.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320200948056825474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5VA_tKxaat0/SdUm7E39_zI/AAAAAAAAFkM/d6arztpjWkQ/s1600-h/S7301619.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5VA_tKxaat0/SdUm7E39_zI/AAAAAAAAFkM/d6arztpjWkQ/s320/S7301619.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320201331170737970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my internet is running slow, so thats all the pics for now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7377869991136846361-6234645616200549060?l=halford517.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halford517.blogspot.com/feeds/6234645616200549060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7377869991136846361&amp;postID=6234645616200549060' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7377869991136846361/posts/default/6234645616200549060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7377869991136846361/posts/default/6234645616200549060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halford517.blogspot.com/2009/04/update-i-guess.html' title='update I guess'/><author><name>Kauseks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05757812754053364676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5VA_tKxaat0/S8y3jsLwGnI/AAAAAAAAFn0/uFnIZHuL0c0/S220/S7300099.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5VA_tKxaat0/SdUmkxqfnoI/AAAAAAAAFkE/e6Rx4aI4tVo/s72-c/S7301617.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7377869991136846361.post-1598496824489826968</id><published>2009-01-17T21:46:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T22:00:07.375-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The most wonderful husband</title><content type='html'>I have the most wonderful husband. About 2-3 weeks ago we went to the animal shelter, because &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; what I do for fun.  Brian has made it very apparent that 1 dog 3 cats a rabbit and a turtle are my limit. I CAN NOT have another dog, under any circumstances.  Yesterday I spoke with him about this dog I fell in love with at the shelter when we went, she has been on my mind and I could not get her out of it.  So I asked him if, we could please adopt her, as today was her last day, she was to be gassed.  He gave it some thought, and said no. I cried for hours.  I did my best to make sure I was not upset at him, as it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;wasn't&lt;/span&gt; his fault.  None the less it still hurt. He consoled me and felt bad, but that was his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;decision&lt;/span&gt; (God just had to have me SUBMIT !!!!!!) So, today I was still pretty sad, so we headed out to the no kill shelter ( for a man who hates animals he sure does go to the shelter &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;a lot&lt;/span&gt;).  After leaving there, I asked if we could please just go say good bye to this dog. Once again Brian made it known, she was NOT coming home with us.  So we went, when I walked in guess what, SHE WAS BEING ADOPTED.  I wanted to rush to the back to see the other dogs, but Mateo had to potty.  Brian was already out of site, and I was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;a little&lt;/span&gt; upset that I had to take Mateo to the bathroom, when he ( Brian) knew I wanted to head back.  We ended up leaving, and I asked him why he went to the back to see the dogs.&lt;br /&gt;My wonderful husband says " I wanted to make sure that for sure was her, and I know last time we were here she had a buddy, I wanted to make sure he was gone too."  I than asked, well what if it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;wasn't&lt;/span&gt; her, or what if her buddy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;wasn't&lt;/span&gt; adopted. He laughed and said  " I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;would've&lt;/span&gt; taken them home."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband who put his foot down, was willing to give up his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;convictions&lt;/span&gt; for me, to please me so I would be happy. I have a wonderful husband&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well here is the baby girl who adopted today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5VA_tKxaat0/SXKn__Ug87I/AAAAAAAAFi8/r1bIrva6-qc/s1600-h/bella.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5VA_tKxaat0/SXKn__Ug87I/AAAAAAAAFi8/r1bIrva6-qc/s320/bella.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292477229884830642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She reminds me of my baby here at home. This is Tessie, and no she isn't eating the cat :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5VA_tKxaat0/SXKoUyTxeBI/AAAAAAAAFjE/3vp2dWuroaA/s1600-h/100_0920.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5VA_tKxaat0/SXKoUyTxeBI/AAAAAAAAFjE/3vp2dWuroaA/s320/100_0920.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292477587169310738" 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/7377869991136846361-1598496824489826968?l=halford517.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halford517.blogspot.com/feeds/1598496824489826968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7377869991136846361&amp;postID=1598496824489826968' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7377869991136846361/posts/default/1598496824489826968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7377869991136846361/posts/default/1598496824489826968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halford517.blogspot.com/2009/01/most-wonderful-husband.html' title='The most wonderful husband'/><author><name>Kauseks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05757812754053364676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5VA_tKxaat0/S8y3jsLwGnI/AAAAAAAAFn0/uFnIZHuL0c0/S220/S7300099.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5VA_tKxaat0/SXKn__Ug87I/AAAAAAAAFi8/r1bIrva6-qc/s72-c/bella.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7377869991136846361.post-7109296544980726428</id><published>2009-01-08T09:51:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T09:55:21.352-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The love Dare</title><content type='html'>So I really want to see the movie fire proof, and once it comes out I will own it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However until than Brian and I will be doing the &lt;a href="http://bhpublishinggroup.com/lovedare/"&gt;love dare &lt;/a&gt;.  Todays is &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:mceinline;"&gt;The first part of this dare is fairly simple.  Although love is communicated in a number of ways, our words often reflect the condition of our heart. For the next day, resolve to demonstrate patience and to say NOTHING negative to your spouse at all.  If the temptation arises, choose not to say anything.  It's better to hold your tongue than to say something you'll regret&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Now Brian and I have a pretty rock solid marriage, ever since we brought God along for the ride, things have been great, however we always need to be kinder no matter what.  This Dare seems pretty easy, yet at the same time even little things that are said can be seen as negative.  For instance the cat litter is not changed yet again, I could be negative to Brian and not even realize I am doing it. OR I could ask nicely like I am asking for the first time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will be back tomorrow with the next love dare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7377869991136846361-7109296544980726428?l=halford517.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halford517.blogspot.com/feeds/7109296544980726428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7377869991136846361&amp;postID=7109296544980726428' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7377869991136846361/posts/default/7109296544980726428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7377869991136846361/posts/default/7109296544980726428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halford517.blogspot.com/2009/01/love-dare.html' title='The love Dare'/><author><name>Kauseks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05757812754053364676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5VA_tKxaat0/S8y3jsLwGnI/AAAAAAAAFn0/uFnIZHuL0c0/S220/S7300099.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7377869991136846361.post-6822269277241906276</id><published>2008-12-14T13:09:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T13:09:41.808-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The best story you will hear this year</title><content type='html'>Taken from Luke2  NIV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h4&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;h5&gt;The Birth of Jesus &lt;/h5&gt; &lt;span id="en-NIV-24967" class="sup"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;In those days Caesar Augustus issued a decree that a census should be taken of the entire Roman world. &lt;span id="en-NIV-24968" class="sup"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;(This was the first census that took place while Quirinius was governor of Syria.) &lt;span id="en-NIV-24969" class="sup"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt;And everyone went to his own town to register. &lt;p&gt; &lt;span id="en-NIV-24970" class="sup"&gt;4&lt;/span&gt;So Joseph also went up from the town of Nazareth in Galilee to Judea, to Bethlehem the town of David, because he belonged to the house and line of David. &lt;span id="en-NIV-24971" class="sup"&gt;5&lt;/span&gt;He went there to register with Mary, who was pledged to be married to him and was expecting a child. &lt;span id="en-NIV-24972" class="sup"&gt;6&lt;/span&gt;While they were there, the time came for the baby to be born, &lt;span id="en-NIV-24973" class="sup"&gt;7&lt;/span&gt;and she gave birth to her firstborn, a son. She wrapped him in cloths and placed him in a manger, because there was no room for them in the inn.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h5&gt;The Shepherds and the Angels &lt;/h5&gt; &lt;span id="en-NIV-24974" class="sup"&gt;8&lt;/span&gt;And there were shepherds living out in the fields nearby, keeping watch over their flocks at night. &lt;span id="en-NIV-24975" class="sup"&gt;9&lt;/span&gt;An angel of the Lord appeared to them, and the glory of the Lord shone around them, and they were terrified. &lt;span id="en-NIV-24976" class="sup"&gt;10&lt;/span&gt;But the angel said to them, "Do not be afraid. I bring you good news of great joy that will be for all the people. &lt;span id="en-NIV-24977" class="sup"&gt;11&lt;/span&gt;Today in the town of David a Savior has been born to you; he is Christ&lt;sup&gt;[&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?book_id=49&amp;amp;chapter=2&amp;amp;version=31#fen-NIV-24977a" title="See footnote a"&gt;a&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/sup&gt; the Lord. &lt;span id="en-NIV-24978" class="sup"&gt;12&lt;/span&gt;This will be a sign to you: You will find a baby wrapped in cloths and lying in a manger." &lt;p&gt; &lt;span id="en-NIV-24979" class="sup"&gt;13&lt;/span&gt;Suddenly a great company of the heavenly host appeared with the angel, praising God and saying,&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span id="en-NIV-24980" class="sup"&gt;14&lt;/span&gt;"Glory to God in the highest,&lt;br /&gt;      and on earth peace to men on whom his favor rests." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span id="en-NIV-24981" class="sup"&gt;15&lt;/span&gt;When the angels had left them and gone into heaven, the shepherds said to one another, "Let's go to Bethlehem and see this thing that has happened, which the Lord has told us about." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span id="en-NIV-24982" class="sup"&gt;16&lt;/span&gt;So they hurried off and found Mary and Joseph, and the baby, who was lying in the manger. &lt;span id="en-NIV-24983" class="sup"&gt;17&lt;/span&gt;When they had seen him, they spread the word concerning what had been told them about this child, &lt;span id="en-NIV-24984" class="sup"&gt;18&lt;/span&gt;and all who heard it were amazed at what the shepherds said to them. &lt;span id="en-NIV-24985" class="sup"&gt;19&lt;/span&gt;But Mary treasured up all these things and pondered them in her heart. &lt;span id="en-NIV-24986" class="sup"&gt;20&lt;/span&gt;The shepherds returned, glorifying and praising God for all the things they had heard and seen, which were just as they had been told.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h5&gt;Jesus Presented in the Temple &lt;/h5&gt; &lt;span id="en-NIV-24987" class="sup"&gt;21&lt;/span&gt;On the eighth day, when it was time to circumcise him, he was named Jesus, the name the angel had given him before he had been conceived. &lt;p&gt; &lt;span id="en-NIV-24988" class="sup"&gt;22&lt;/span&gt;When the time of their purification according to the Law of Moses had been completed, Joseph and Mary took him to Jerusalem to present him to the Lord &lt;span id="en-NIV-24989" class="sup"&gt;23&lt;/span&gt;(as it is written in the Law of the Lord, "Every firstborn male is to be consecrated to the Lord"&lt;sup&gt;[&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?book_id=49&amp;amp;chapter=2&amp;amp;version=31#fen-NIV-24989b" title="See footnote b"&gt;b&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/sup&gt;), &lt;span id="en-NIV-24990" class="sup"&gt;24&lt;/span&gt;and to offer a sacrifice in keeping with what is said in the Law of the Lord: "a pair of doves or two young pigeons."&lt;sup&gt;[&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?book_id=49&amp;amp;chapter=2&amp;amp;version=31#fen-NIV-24990c" title="See footnote c"&gt;c&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/sup&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span id="en-NIV-24991" class="sup"&gt;25&lt;/span&gt;Now there was a man in Jerusalem called Simeon, who was righteous and devout. He was waiting for the consolation of Israel, and the Holy Spirit was upon him. &lt;span id="en-NIV-24992" class="sup"&gt;26&lt;/span&gt;It had been revealed to him by the Holy Spirit that he would not die before he had seen the Lord's Christ. &lt;span id="en-NIV-24993" class="sup"&gt;27&lt;/span&gt;Moved by the Spirit, he went into the temple courts. When the parents brought in the child Jesus to do for him what the custom of the Law required, &lt;span id="en-NIV-24994" class="sup"&gt;28&lt;/span&gt;Simeon took him in his arms and praised God, saying:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span id="en-NIV-24995" class="sup"&gt;29&lt;/span&gt;"Sovereign Lord, as you have promised,&lt;br /&gt;      you now dismiss&lt;sup&gt;[&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?book_id=49&amp;amp;chapter=2&amp;amp;version=31#fen-NIV-24995d" title="See footnote d"&gt;d&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/sup&gt; your servant in peace.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span id="en-NIV-24996" class="sup"&gt;30&lt;/span&gt;For my eyes have seen your salvation,&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;span id="en-NIV-24997" class="sup"&gt;31&lt;/span&gt;which you have prepared in the sight of all people,&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span id="en-NIV-24998" class="sup"&gt;32&lt;/span&gt;a light for revelation to the Gentiles&lt;br /&gt;      and for glory to your people Israel." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span id="en-NIV-24999" class="sup"&gt;33&lt;/span&gt;The child's father and mother marveled at what was said about him. &lt;span id="en-NIV-25000" class="sup"&gt;34&lt;/span&gt;Then Simeon blessed them and said to Mary, his mother: "This child is destined to cause the falling and rising of many in Israel, and to be a sign that will be spoken against, &lt;span id="en-NIV-25001" class="sup"&gt;35&lt;/span&gt;so that the thoughts of many hearts will be revealed. And a sword will pierce your own soul too." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span id="en-NIV-25002" class="sup"&gt;36&lt;/span&gt;There was also a prophetess, Anna, the daughter of Phanuel, of the tribe of Asher. She was very old; she had lived with her husband seven years after her marriage, &lt;span id="en-NIV-25003" class="sup"&gt;37&lt;/span&gt;and then was a widow until she was eighty-four.&lt;sup&gt;[&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?book_id=49&amp;amp;chapter=2&amp;amp;version=31#fen-NIV-25003e" title="See footnote e"&gt;e&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/sup&gt; She never left the temple but worshiped night and day, fasting and praying. &lt;span id="en-NIV-25004" class="sup"&gt;38&lt;/span&gt;Coming up to them at that very moment, she gave thanks to God and spoke about the child to all who were looking forward to the redemption of Jerusalem. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span id="en-NIV-25005" class="sup"&gt;39&lt;/span&gt;When Joseph and Mary had done everything required by the Law of the Lord, they returned to Galilee to their own town of Nazareth. &lt;span id="en-NIV-25006" class="sup"&gt;40&lt;/span&gt;And the child grew and became strong; he was filled with wisdom, and the grace of God was upon him.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7377869991136846361-6822269277241906276?l=halford517.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halford517.blogspot.com/feeds/6822269277241906276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7377869991136846361&amp;postID=6822269277241906276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7377869991136846361/posts/default/6822269277241906276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7377869991136846361/posts/default/6822269277241906276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halford517.blogspot.com/2008/12/best-story-you-will-hear-this-year.html' title='The best story you will hear this year'/><author><name>Kauseks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05757812754053364676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5VA_tKxaat0/S8y3jsLwGnI/AAAAAAAAFn0/uFnIZHuL0c0/S220/S7300099.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7377869991136846361.post-6069563793629072812</id><published>2008-11-30T16:15:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T16:20:55.291-06:00</updated><title type='text'>life</title><content type='html'>Stolen from &lt;a href="http://www.myspecialks.com"&gt;Renee&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;1. Who was your FIRST prom date?                                       &lt;br /&gt;It was Micah                            &lt;br /&gt;                                                                     &lt;br /&gt;2. Do you still talk to your FIRST love?                               &lt;br /&gt;No I dont, I wish him well though.                                                                    &lt;br /&gt;                                                                     &lt;br /&gt;3. What was your FIRST alcoholic drink?                                &lt;br /&gt;Im sure it was champage, my uncle used to slip it to me at Christmas                                   &lt;br /&gt;                                                                     &lt;br /&gt;4. What was your FIRST job?                                            &lt;br /&gt;Wendys                         &lt;br /&gt;                                                                     &lt;br /&gt;5. What was your FIRST car?                                            &lt;br /&gt;1999 ford escort                                            &lt;br /&gt;                                                                     &lt;br /&gt;6. Who was the FIRST person to text you today?                         &lt;br /&gt;Allen                                     &lt;br /&gt;                                                                     &lt;br /&gt;7. Who is the FIRST person you thought of this morning?                &lt;br /&gt;Teo, since he is what woke me up                                       &lt;br /&gt;                                                                     &lt;br /&gt;8. Who was your FIRST grade teacher?                                   &lt;br /&gt;Mrs Hale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Where did you go on your FIRST ride on an airplane?                 &lt;br /&gt;I started to fly when i was really young so maybe Cali                                                   &lt;br /&gt;                                                                     &lt;br /&gt;10. Who was your FIRST best friend and are you still friends with them?&lt;br /&gt;Misty , and yes I am                  &lt;br /&gt;                                                                     &lt;br /&gt;11. What was your FIRST sport played?                                  &lt;br /&gt;Baseball     &lt;br /&gt;                                                                     &lt;br /&gt;12. Where was your FIRST sleep over?                                   &lt;br /&gt;Im sure it was Mistys             &lt;br /&gt;                                                                     &lt;br /&gt;13. Who was the FIRST person you talked to today?                      &lt;br /&gt;Brian              &lt;br /&gt;                                                                     &lt;br /&gt;14. Whose wedding were you in the FIRST time?                          &lt;br /&gt;My moms!                    &lt;br /&gt;                                                                     &lt;br /&gt;15. What was the FIRST thing you did this morning?                     &lt;br /&gt;I let the dog out                            &lt;br /&gt;                                                                     &lt;br /&gt;16. What was the FIRST concert you ever went to?                       &lt;br /&gt;New Kids on The Block or Paula Abdul                            &lt;br /&gt;                                                                     &lt;br /&gt;17. FIRST tattoo or piercing?                                          &lt;br /&gt;piercing when i was a baby, tattoo was at 16                &lt;br /&gt;                                                                     &lt;br /&gt;18. FIRST foreign country you went to?                                 &lt;br /&gt;Mexico                                          &lt;br /&gt;                                                                     &lt;br /&gt;19. What was your FIRST run in with the law?                           &lt;br /&gt;I was a troubled teen, It was when i was 14                                        &lt;br /&gt;                                                                     &lt;br /&gt;20. When was your FIRST detention?                                     &lt;br /&gt;7th grade&lt;br /&gt;                                                                     &lt;br /&gt;21. What was the FIRST state you lived in?                             &lt;br /&gt;Michigan                &lt;br /&gt;                                                                     &lt;br /&gt;22. Who was the FIRST person to break your heart?                      &lt;br /&gt;um, really break it ? It was Chris&lt;br /&gt;                                                                     &lt;br /&gt;23. Who was your FIRST roommate?                                       &lt;br /&gt;Jeff                                             &lt;br /&gt;                                                                     &lt;br /&gt;24. Where did you go on your FIRST limo ride?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;                        &lt;br /&gt;I have never been&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7377869991136846361-6069563793629072812?l=halford517.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halford517.blogspot.com/feeds/6069563793629072812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7377869991136846361&amp;postID=6069563793629072812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7377869991136846361/posts/default/6069563793629072812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7377869991136846361/posts/default/6069563793629072812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halford517.blogspot.com/2008/11/life.html' title='life'/><author><name>Kauseks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05757812754053364676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5VA_tKxaat0/S8y3jsLwGnI/AAAAAAAAFn0/uFnIZHuL0c0/S220/S7300099.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7377869991136846361.post-5516951539369080525</id><published>2008-11-25T09:55:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T09:55:58.822-06:00</updated><title type='text'>First Ultra Sound pic of baby kausek</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5VA_tKxaat0/SSwgBRjbzcI/AAAAAAAAFhE/U08qaDqfo5Y/s1600-h/baby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272624470007991746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 332px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5VA_tKxaat0/SSwgBRjbzcI/AAAAAAAAFhE/U08qaDqfo5Y/s400/baby.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/7377869991136846361-5516951539369080525?l=halford517.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halford517.blogspot.com/feeds/5516951539369080525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7377869991136846361&amp;postID=5516951539369080525' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7377869991136846361/posts/default/5516951539369080525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7377869991136846361/posts/default/5516951539369080525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halford517.blogspot.com/2008/11/first-ultra-sound-pic-of-baby-kausek.html' title='First Ultra Sound pic of baby kausek'/><author><name>Kauseks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05757812754053364676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5VA_tKxaat0/S8y3jsLwGnI/AAAAAAAAFn0/uFnIZHuL0c0/S220/S7300099.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5VA_tKxaat0/SSwgBRjbzcI/AAAAAAAAFhE/U08qaDqfo5Y/s72-c/baby.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7377869991136846361.post-2533284711350391727</id><published>2008-11-21T20:22:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T20:27:19.892-06:00</updated><title type='text'>God Wow he is wonderful</title><content type='html'>Wow, God is powerful.  How many people can say they can rely on someone though thick and thin, someone who will love you and always have their arms open for you. Someone who will forgive you for your wrong doings and can provide you with everything you have ever needed.  I can say that I have that person in my life. The person is the lord.  The most powerful spirit.  I still have a long journry ahead of me, and long walk but I can say I am so glad I have God to do it with.  I have decided that this blog is going to be about my journey, my questions, how I dealt with the word submit, how i am learning about finances, and one of the best books a person could read. Every womens battle.  I will re read this book chapter by chapter..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I leave you with this, the beginning is slow, but wow. This video brings me to tears, and it reminds me just how much god loves me.  I leared something tonight when I was listening to the chaplain. Its very simple.  Either be in Gods wrath , or Gods love. I dont know about you, but I prefer to be on Gods good side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cyheJ480LYA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cyheJ480LYA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&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/7377869991136846361-2533284711350391727?l=halford517.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halford517.blogspot.com/feeds/2533284711350391727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7377869991136846361&amp;postID=2533284711350391727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7377869991136846361/posts/default/2533284711350391727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7377869991136846361/posts/default/2533284711350391727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halford517.blogspot.com/2008/11/god-wow-he-is-wonderful.html' title='God Wow he is wonderful'/><author><name>Kauseks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05757812754053364676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5VA_tKxaat0/S8y3jsLwGnI/AAAAAAAAFn0/uFnIZHuL0c0/S220/S7300099.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7377869991136846361.post-5343984996972906152</id><published>2008-11-12T14:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T14:07:26.141-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Food?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5VA_tKxaat0/SRs3fC_FV4I/AAAAAAAAFg8/hsxJ-krDC8U/s1600-h/000_0098+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5VA_tKxaat0/SRs3fC_FV4I/AAAAAAAAFg8/hsxJ-krDC8U/s400/000_0098+(2).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 minutes for mom is having a food contest, and I have to say this is my fav pic of mateo. That child just couldnt stay out of the cat food, and as you can see the baby gate didnt help!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7377869991136846361-5343984996972906152?l=halford517.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halford517.blogspot.com/feeds/5343984996972906152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7377869991136846361&amp;postID=5343984996972906152' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7377869991136846361/posts/default/5343984996972906152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7377869991136846361/posts/default/5343984996972906152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halford517.blogspot.com/2008/11/food.html' title='Food?'/><author><name>Kauseks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05757812754053364676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5VA_tKxaat0/S8y3jsLwGnI/AAAAAAAAFn0/uFnIZHuL0c0/S220/S7300099.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5VA_tKxaat0/SRs3fC_FV4I/AAAAAAAAFg8/hsxJ-krDC8U/s72-c/000_0098+(2).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7377869991136846361.post-3810290602516934238</id><published>2008-10-06T11:45:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T11:47:09.192-05:00</updated><title type='text'>WIN WIN WIN</title><content type='html'>So I always post about Miss Kennedy. Well her mommy Renee is celebrating her Happy Blog Day!!! Go over and visit, and WIN.. Yes she is giving away gifts for us.. Her day, and we win.&lt;br /&gt;Head Over &lt;a href="www.myspecialks.com"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7377869991136846361-3810290602516934238?l=halford517.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halford517.blogspot.com/feeds/3810290602516934238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7377869991136846361&amp;postID=3810290602516934238' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7377869991136846361/posts/default/3810290602516934238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7377869991136846361/posts/default/3810290602516934238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halford517.blogspot.com/2008/10/win-win-win.html' title='WIN WIN WIN'/><author><name>Kauseks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05757812754053364676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5VA_tKxaat0/S8y3jsLwGnI/AAAAAAAAFn0/uFnIZHuL0c0/S220/S7300099.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7377869991136846361.post-6541461887449647339</id><published>2008-09-29T12:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T12:18:25.805-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Jesus Can I have a Snack??</title><content type='html'>So  I have a paper due today.. Mateo asks for a snack. I told him he would have to wait a sec, mommy is almost done with the paper. he says fine.. Comes back about 5 minutes later, and asks again. Can I have a snack. I said wait Mateo I am almost done.. Below is how it took place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mateo- Mommy can we pray&lt;br /&gt;(Who am I to say no, so i stop my paper and look at him)&lt;br /&gt;Me- Sure Mateo we can pray&lt;br /&gt;(Mateo is now putting his little hands together, and closing his eyes, and I am thinking wow I raised him well)&lt;br /&gt;Mateo- Dear Jesus blah blah ( i don't understand what hes saying)&lt;br /&gt;THE LAST LINES ARE CLASSIC&lt;br /&gt;Mateo- Dear Jesus, can I please have a snack. AMEN!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7377869991136846361-6541461887449647339?l=halford517.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halford517.blogspot.com/feeds/6541461887449647339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7377869991136846361&amp;postID=6541461887449647339' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7377869991136846361/posts/default/6541461887449647339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7377869991136846361/posts/default/6541461887449647339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halford517.blogspot.com/2008/09/jesus-can-i-have-snack.html' title='Jesus Can I have a Snack??'/><author><name>Kauseks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05757812754053364676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5VA_tKxaat0/S8y3jsLwGnI/AAAAAAAAFn0/uFnIZHuL0c0/S220/S7300099.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7377869991136846361.post-1310061389542002910</id><published>2008-09-02T13:41:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T13:53:31.522-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Create a Pepper</title><content type='html'>I remember creating a pepper last year, I also remember why I did it.  It was &lt;a href="http://www.myspecialks.com"&gt;Miss Kennedy&lt;/a&gt;, who was in and out of the hospital with cancer. I am happy to say this year, I will be creating a pepper, because Miss Kennedy is out of the hospital "PRAISE GOD". Here is the info  http://www.createapepper.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Create a pepper for St Judes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is my pepper!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5VA_tKxaat0/SL2LcvujGfI/AAAAAAAAE0A/Jz1ttG-UhCQ/s1600-h/MyPepper.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5VA_tKxaat0/SL2LcvujGfI/AAAAAAAAE0A/Jz1ttG-UhCQ/s320/MyPepper.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241498867293428210" 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/7377869991136846361-1310061389542002910?l=halford517.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halford517.blogspot.com/feeds/1310061389542002910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7377869991136846361&amp;postID=1310061389542002910' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7377869991136846361/posts/default/1310061389542002910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7377869991136846361/posts/default/1310061389542002910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halford517.blogspot.com/2008/09/create-pepper.html' title='Create a Pepper'/><author><name>Kauseks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05757812754053364676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5VA_tKxaat0/S8y3jsLwGnI/AAAAAAAAFn0/uFnIZHuL0c0/S220/S7300099.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5VA_tKxaat0/SL2LcvujGfI/AAAAAAAAE0A/Jz1ttG-UhCQ/s72-c/MyPepper.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7377869991136846361.post-214449324182206236</id><published>2008-08-10T17:17:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T17:23:31.458-05:00</updated><title type='text'>We have arrived</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="blogSubject"&gt;               trip                                             &lt;/p&gt;                               They packed and moved our stuff last Thursday and Friday. The plan was to sleep on our lovely air bed untill sunday night.. But by midnight Friday, I couldnt sleep, neither could Brian so off to a motel we went!! We spent Sat and Sunday cleaning, than went out to dinner with friends.. let me tell you what, the military has taught my husband well on packing. We fit TOO much luggage, a dog and 3 cats into the cobalt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We cleared housing fast and were on the road by 1:30. By 2:30 I was in a gas station bathroom, cleaning out the cats cage ( chole doesnt travel well and pees and poos in her crate) Gave them more dope, and we were back on our way.. ( on a funny note, as i put the cats back into the car, Nathan said "mom the cats are wet" I said yeah they are pretty pissed at me, He replies " Was that suppose to be a joke" HAHA )Stopped in Marrieta Ga, so Brian could relive the past, and than to South Carolina.  The hotel people were super nice..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Called housing First thing tuesday, and by 10 we were moving in to our 4 bedroom HUGE house ( the outside sucks but oh well). By 11, the movers were here with our stuff, we spent wednesday swimming at the water park here (5 slides, a lazy river and a bunch more) than kept unpacking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We only have a few boxes left. Brian starts in processing Monday, Than starts his TDY Friday so we can drive 12 hours to get Nathan home to Michigan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully Nathans dad has been really cool about the whole thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that will be a fun 12 hour trip, the boys us and the dog.  I am very anal about my dog, and will not just leave her anywhere. So i figured why the hell not bring her with.  Teo will start school the 25th , im not sure how thats going to go cause its only 2 hours a day( here at the preschool on post) but his IEP (special needs plan) says he needs 18 hours a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and one thing i learned here.. Frogs are cute, and there is sand EVERYWHERE, dirt does not exist down here..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next month we will be looking for a second car, wish us luck. And Brian has approved me getting a new couch ( i hate mine).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They jacked up our pay, Housing gave us the first months rent free (weeeeeee)  and our other housing stopped the allotment Aug 1st, but the damn money hasnt gone though to the pay check yet, so nik-bit, it will be on Sept 1st, in full. ( at least i hope if not there is always Salle Mae)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats the fun of our trip!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I leave U with another random picture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5VA_tKxaat0/SJ9qN5-yfjI/AAAAAAAAEz4/niS3Ia9FajI/s1600-h/S7300902.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5VA_tKxaat0/SJ9qN5-yfjI/AAAAAAAAEz4/niS3Ia9FajI/s320/S7300902.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233018079162826290" 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/7377869991136846361-214449324182206236?l=halford517.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halford517.blogspot.com/feeds/214449324182206236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7377869991136846361&amp;postID=214449324182206236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7377869991136846361/posts/default/214449324182206236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7377869991136846361/posts/default/214449324182206236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halford517.blogspot.com/2008/08/we-have-arrived.html' title='We have arrived'/><author><name>Kauseks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05757812754053364676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5VA_tKxaat0/S8y3jsLwGnI/AAAAAAAAFn0/uFnIZHuL0c0/S220/S7300099.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5VA_tKxaat0/SJ9qN5-yfjI/AAAAAAAAEz4/niS3Ia9FajI/s72-c/S7300902.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7377869991136846361.post-3522295706654039058</id><published>2008-07-28T09:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T09:53:33.206-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hate moving</title><content type='html'>The stress of this move is killing me, we go from having a house, to not having a house.. to oh having a house again but than we are broke.  On post housing at Fort Jackson is horrible.  Ive seen it, and it scares me.  So in order to destress I leave u this picture of my dog with a Build a bear hat on.. Shes not happy, and this is how i feel!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_5VA_tKxaat0/SI3dbJV_YTI/AAAAAAAAEzw/Zf82T06b5wM/s1600-h/S7301052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_5VA_tKxaat0/SI3dbJV_YTI/AAAAAAAAEzw/Zf82T06b5wM/s320/S7301052.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:NONE'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7377869991136846361-3522295706654039058?l=halford517.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halford517.blogspot.com/feeds/3522295706654039058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7377869991136846361&amp;postID=3522295706654039058' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7377869991136846361/posts/default/3522295706654039058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7377869991136846361/posts/default/3522295706654039058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halford517.blogspot.com/2008/07/hate-moving.html' title='Hate moving'/><author><name>Kauseks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05757812754053364676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5VA_tKxaat0/S8y3jsLwGnI/AAAAAAAAFn0/uFnIZHuL0c0/S220/S7300099.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_5VA_tKxaat0/SI3dbJV_YTI/AAAAAAAAEzw/Zf82T06b5wM/s72-c/S7301052.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7377869991136846361.post-6376053137030755806</id><published>2008-07-02T16:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T16:06:49.501-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspecialks.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v694/CAmommy2KJ/kennedybutton.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please go &lt;a href="http://www.myspecialks.com/"&gt;here,&lt;/a&gt; and let Renee and family know that you also have prayers going up for Miss Kennedy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7377869991136846361-6376053137030755806?l=halford517.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halford517.blogspot.com/feeds/6376053137030755806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7377869991136846361&amp;postID=6376053137030755806' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7377869991136846361/posts/default/6376053137030755806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7377869991136846361/posts/default/6376053137030755806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halford517.blogspot.com/2008/07/please-go-here-and-let-renee-and-family.html' title=''/><author><name>Kauseks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05757812754053364676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5VA_tKxaat0/S8y3jsLwGnI/AAAAAAAAFn0/uFnIZHuL0c0/S220/S7300099.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7377869991136846361.post-2453768734760397072</id><published>2008-06-30T15:24:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T15:40:17.304-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_5VA_tKxaat0/SGlEl2tBgKI/AAAAAAAAA0k/kSkIIyeNdSY/s1600-h/uncle+j2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217777060415635618" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_5VA_tKxaat0/SGlEl2tBgKI/AAAAAAAAA0k/kSkIIyeNdSY/s200/uncle+j2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_5VA_tKxaat0/SGlD7Ig6xiI/AAAAAAAAA0c/jmswb3EXMUE/s1600-h/uncle+j.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217776326462326306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_5VA_tKxaat0/SGlD7Ig6xiI/AAAAAAAAA0c/jmswb3EXMUE/s200/uncle+j.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I lost my Uncle this past Feb, I miss him. Growing up I was not the best kid, I was down right a BRAT!! Yet he loved me and spoiled me when my mother was being a good mom, or being to harsh. He was diagnosed in Dec 2007 with cancer in his liver, the plan was simple.. He was to get chemo strait to his liver and all would be well.. There was no talk of dying, Im not sure it was even an option. I told my mother in january when he wasnt doing so well , that if anything were to happen that she was to call me and I would be right there.. Well 12 hours right there since I dont fly and its a long drive.. She called me thursday night 5:30 January 31st.. she said "Christina, you may want to drive up here" My mother is not a drama queen , she will wait until the last minute to tell me something, when my grandmother was in the hospital she didnt tell me , but than again i didnt need to go up there, so while my mother is not a drama queen , I AM. So anywase, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;by 6:00 we were on the road, We got a hotel in Kentucky around 2 a.m and were up and at em the next morning. With my mother calling me every hour telling me to hurry up. I got the hospital at 4:30 Friday Feb 1st 2008 I had 3 hours with him, until we lost him.. He took his last breath as we heard the train whistle in the back ground.. he spent his life on the rail road.. We lost a good man that day.. but it wasnt over than, Feb 5th 2008 as my husband i prepared to celebrate our 5th annviersay, We lost our grandfather to cancer also. I do not have any pictures of my grandfather, as he did not become my grandfather untill my mother and step father married , but he never treated me different, i was family to him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/7377869991136846361-2453768734760397072?l=halford517.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halford517.blogspot.com/feeds/2453768734760397072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7377869991136846361&amp;postID=2453768734760397072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7377869991136846361/posts/default/2453768734760397072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7377869991136846361/posts/default/2453768734760397072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halford517.blogspot.com/2008/06/lost.html' title='Lost'/><author><name>Kauseks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05757812754053364676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5VA_tKxaat0/S8y3jsLwGnI/AAAAAAAAFn0/uFnIZHuL0c0/S220/S7300099.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5VA_tKxaat0/SGlEl2tBgKI/AAAAAAAAA0k/kSkIIyeNdSY/s72-c/uncle+j2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7377869991136846361.post-1701597907754277313</id><published>2008-06-28T22:09:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T22:17:51.402-05:00</updated><title type='text'>air show</title><content type='html'>I can now add the air show to my list of places that I can no longer attend. I love the air show, always have. The &lt;a href="www.blueangels.navy.mil"&gt;blue angels&lt;/a&gt; will put the biggest smile on my face.. However, while Mateo did ok with the noise of the planes, I could not approach  the jets, with out him screaming. I swear the world must have thought I beat the child.  You know those kids in Walmart that are screaming NO NO NO NO NO NO, NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO.. That was mateo..  Mateo is a very good child ( no i am not just saying that because he is mine) he truly is a good child, its very rare that I get back talk.. but today.. nope the autism was not left at home, it came with us.  And of course this upset me, im not really sure why since I kinda of knew his would happen, but add 1000000 people, 99 degree weather, and flying dust, and it makes for one cranky mommy.  So i took him and Nathan home, about 2 hours into the show.. and i couldnt shake the cranky mommy , soo I am ready for bed.  It didnt help that a panic attack snuck up on me while stuck in traffic to get into the show.. Thankfully the serinty prayer usually helps me fight them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a funny note, we took Nathan to the dentist the other day, and Mateo had to go potty.. So we walk into the bath room, and it was decorated with striped wall paper, deep reds and greens.. Mateo yells as loud as he can mid stream " Mama we are peeing in side a tissue box" Hmm what, than it hit me, and he was right.. it looked like we were in one giant tissue box.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7377869991136846361-1701597907754277313?l=halford517.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halford517.blogspot.com/feeds/1701597907754277313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7377869991136846361&amp;postID=1701597907754277313' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7377869991136846361/posts/default/1701597907754277313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7377869991136846361/posts/default/1701597907754277313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halford517.blogspot.com/2008/06/air-show.html' title='air show'/><author><name>Kauseks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05757812754053364676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5VA_tKxaat0/S8y3jsLwGnI/AAAAAAAAFn0/uFnIZHuL0c0/S220/S7300099.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7377869991136846361.post-5836738800598308968</id><published>2008-06-22T19:55:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T19:57:04.840-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ive come to the conclusion</title><content type='html'>That kids poop laundry..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep yep, yes they do.. I clean and clean and find more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;laundry&lt;/span&gt;.. you would think i had girls with the amount of times outfits get changed, but no i have boys...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Towels,&lt;br /&gt;I know we have the Green people out there, but oh well i really think towels should be like big paper towels. The refuse to use the same one.  I am on my second load of towels today..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Comprehension&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put your swim trunks on the side of the tub, does NOT mean, leave them on the floor,  toss them on the bath room floor, and it does not mean put your dry shorts on top&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shower time-&lt;br /&gt;Means, yes you must wash all the soap out of your hair, that thing called a towel rack, yep &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; where they go.. While i am sure its fun, its not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt; to slip and slide in the bath room with wet feet.. You must brush your teeth for at least 30 secs if not more. I need to see that you have tooth paste on your tooth brush, and YES YOU MUST DRY YOUR HAIR AND BODY BEFORE GETTING DRESSED!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Games-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i say pause it i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; mean at your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;connivance&lt;/span&gt;, or when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Jesus&lt;/span&gt; comes down to earth, I mean NOW..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exercise for moms-&lt;br /&gt;Each time you bed down to pick up towels , or that random sock, tighten your abs, TRUST ME you will fell the burn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have missed having these guys, while i joke about all this stuff i really missed it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7377869991136846361-5836738800598308968?l=halford517.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halford517.blogspot.com/feeds/5836738800598308968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7377869991136846361&amp;postID=5836738800598308968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7377869991136846361/posts/default/5836738800598308968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7377869991136846361/posts/default/5836738800598308968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halford517.blogspot.com/2008/06/that-kids-poop-laundry.html' title='Ive come to the conclusion'/><author><name>Kauseks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05757812754053364676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5VA_tKxaat0/S8y3jsLwGnI/AAAAAAAAFn0/uFnIZHuL0c0/S220/S7300099.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7377869991136846361.post-5138095870958528635</id><published>2008-06-18T19:24:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T19:47:58.746-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I have learned/noticed</title><content type='html'>You think I would have learned that the taco bell drive though is no good. Every time we go ( does not matter what store) our order is messed up.  The biggest issue was when we ordered a kids soft taco, and it came back hard taco.. While to most people this seems small, to me its a difference of whether or not I enjoy a meal with out giving the Heimlich maneuver though a meal.  You see even though my child is 4, he still can not eat chips or hard tacos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have also learned today that I am not a mother who includes all food groups in all her meals, but my kids do eat healthy  ( milk and coco pebbles count right ...kidding)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also learned today I am not the perfect Army wife... When given a deployment I can handle the world, when hubby wor&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_5VA_tKxaat0/SFmp7qx-jMI/AAAAAAAAACo/lboj_cUK4-k/s1600-h/silverware.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 192px; height: 146px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_5VA_tKxaat0/SFmp7qx-jMI/AAAAAAAAACo/lboj_cUK4-k/s320/silverware.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213384886219345090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ks late for a week strait, i freak out because WHO IS GOING TO EMPTY THIS DISHWASHER!!&lt;br /&gt;Last deployment I went though 5 sets of silverware, I will clean up child or animal puke, i will stick my hand in a garabge disposal, but I WILL NOT put the silverware away.. Not gonna happen..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I agree with this child.. DOWN WITH THE SPOONS!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also learned today that wow i have changed.. On our way to Taco bell for our refund, I am jammin away to &lt;a href="http://www.godtube.com/view_video.php?viewkey=746d40917ed1c6fdb9de"&gt;Third Day ..    &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Yes me, Tattooed wife who loves to say Frick ( no really I do say Frick) jammin to third day ( I had to retype it to make sure, 5 years ago this WOULD NOT HAVE BEEN ME)  Any who, listening to my God music and this car pulls up next to me and than I was forced to listen to F this and F that ( not the word frick either)  or N this and My N that.. Not only was i forced but so was my child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sure I will learn more though my life, and I would love to post more, but my Mateo is attempting to ride the dog, So I believe that is my cue to go&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7377869991136846361-5138095870958528635?l=halford517.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halford517.blogspot.com/feeds/5138095870958528635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7377869991136846361&amp;postID=5138095870958528635' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7377869991136846361/posts/default/5138095870958528635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7377869991136846361/posts/default/5138095870958528635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halford517.blogspot.com/2008/06/things-i-have-learnednoticed.html' title='Things I have learned/noticed'/><author><name>Kauseks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05757812754053364676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5VA_tKxaat0/S8y3jsLwGnI/AAAAAAAAFn0/uFnIZHuL0c0/S220/S7300099.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5VA_tKxaat0/SFmp7qx-jMI/AAAAAAAAACo/lboj_cUK4-k/s72-c/silverware.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7377869991136846361.post-2625472449108018119</id><published>2008-06-10T15:00:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T00:36:28.703-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The word R</title><content type='html'>I dislike the word retarded. Typing it even bothers me. I dont care for this word.. People use it instead of swearing, but to me  I take offense. My 4 year old son is autistic, I had a lady once say to me " oh hes autistic, so that means he retarded" Umm no.. Hes quite smart he can speak 4 languages and he knows sign also.  So when some one says, oh he is being retarded, really what do you mean?? Do you mean someone with special needs?? Someone who acts differently than you do.. Please chose your words.. I know it sounds silly, but you can even say Wow he is acting a fool, or acting  wierd.. or something. You think you sound silly but at least you are not hurting someones feelings.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7377869991136846361-2625472449108018119?l=halford517.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halford517.blogspot.com/feeds/2625472449108018119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7377869991136846361&amp;postID=2625472449108018119' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7377869991136846361/posts/default/2625472449108018119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7377869991136846361/posts/default/2625472449108018119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halford517.blogspot.com/2008/06/word-r.html' title='The word R'/><author><name>Kauseks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05757812754053364676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5VA_tKxaat0/S8y3jsLwGnI/AAAAAAAAFn0/uFnIZHuL0c0/S220/S7300099.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7377869991136846361.post-2081766534786883830</id><published>2008-06-03T20:16:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T20:24:47.696-05:00</updated><title type='text'>To Judge or not to Judge..</title><content type='html'>Before  I was a mother, I would look at the kids screaming in the store , and say to myself "wow what bad parents"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I became a mother to my 2 oldest, I thought to myself " Wow those parents just cant control their kids, look at how good mine are"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I hate Mateo I thought to myself, Wow I feel for that mother, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; sure she needs a break, and she is trying as hard as she can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who am I to judge, maybe the parents &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;arent&lt;/span&gt; up to par, but maybe its something else. Maybe their child is autistic, maybe &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ADHD&lt;/span&gt;, maybe there is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of stress in the family.  It is not my place to judge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have learned to try and live like this each and everyday of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;mylife&lt;/span&gt;, and to see things from others point of view.  When a lady cuts me off when driving, I think, well maybe she has to get to the hospital.. When a person is rude, I think, Well maybe they found out some bad news today, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;arent&lt;/span&gt; taking it to well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is not my place to judge. My husband once told me that let God be the judge, by consuming myself with the problem solver, I am only hurting myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have let God be the judge, and let me tell you. Life is just so much easier. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; worry about much anymore, I know God will take care of it.  When a person is rude, or cuts me off, I say a prayer that their day gets better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a funny note though, Brian and I decided that we were going to make a bumper sticker that says "Hey stupid people, STOP HOGGING GOD"&lt;br /&gt;You know when you ask for the unrealistic things, the material things, and he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;doesnt&lt;/span&gt; answer.. Well besides the fact that I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; need it, I have chalked it up to stupid people.. The people taking on their cell phones and almost drive off a cliff, yep those people, there are so many ( I am one of them sometimes) that God spends most of his time saving them. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7377869991136846361-2081766534786883830?l=halford517.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halford517.blogspot.com/feeds/2081766534786883830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7377869991136846361&amp;postID=2081766534786883830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7377869991136846361/posts/default/2081766534786883830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7377869991136846361/posts/default/2081766534786883830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halford517.blogspot.com/2008/06/to-judge-or-not-to-judge.html' title='To Judge or not to Judge..'/><author><name>Kauseks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05757812754053364676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5VA_tKxaat0/S8y3jsLwGnI/AAAAAAAAFn0/uFnIZHuL0c0/S220/S7300099.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7377869991136846361.post-2127749941198065785</id><published>2008-05-28T09:10:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T09:29:22.906-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moms rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mateo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='autism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='abuse'/><title type='text'>First things First</title><content type='html'>I can only imagine the pain this mother is feeling.  Also what about the CHILD. How cruel can one be,  when an adult takes a shot at an adults feelings.  This is a form of child abuse, no matter what anyone says.  I know enough to let Mateo play with the big kids, even though it pains me.  But when they pick on him it takes everything for me not to go and yell to their parents and SCREAM " Teach your child manners, teach them that everyone doesnt look alike, or sound alike".  Mateo is harmless and he is a very well behavied child.  I have never had any complaints about him EVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho enough of my blah blah's here is the story&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;PORT ST. LUCIE — Melissa Barton said she is considering legal action after her son's kindergarten teacher led his classmates to vote him out of class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After each classmate was allowed to say what they didn't like about Barton's 5-year-old son, Alex, his Morningside Elementary teacher Wendy Portillo said they were going to take a vote, Barton said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By a 14 to 2 margin, the students voted Alex — who is in the process of being diagnosed with autism — out of the class.&lt;br /&gt;Melissa Barton filed a complaint with Morningside's school resource officer, who investigated the matter, Port St. Lucie Department spokeswoman Michelle Steele said. But the state attorney's office concluded the matter did not meet the criteria for emotional child abuse, so no criminal charges will be filed, Steele said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Port St. Lucie Police no longer are investigating, but police officials are documenting the complaint, she said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steele said the teacher confirmed the incident took place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Portillo could not be reached for comment Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steele said the boy had been sent to the principal's office because of disciplinary issues. When he returned, Portillo made him go to the front of the room as a form of punishment, she said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barton said her son is in the process of being diagnosed with Asperger's syndrome, a type of high-functioning autism. Alex began the testing process in February at the suggestion of Morningside Principal Marcia Cully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Children diagnosed with Asperger's often exhibit social isolation and eccentric behavior..&lt;br /&gt;Alex has had disciplinary issues because of his disability, Barton said. After the family moved into the area and Alex and his sibling arrived at the school in January, Alex spent much of the time in the principal's office, she said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He also had problems at his last school, but he did not have issues during his two years of preschool, Barton said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School and district officials have met with Barton and her son to create an individual education plan to address his difficulties, she said. Portillo attended these meetings, Barton said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barton said after the vote, Portillo asked Alex how he felt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He said, 'I feel sad,' " Barton said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex left the classroom and spent the rest of the day in the nurse's office, she said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barton said when she came to pick up her son at the school Wednesday, he was leaving the nurse's office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He was shaken up," she said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barton said the nurse told her to talk with Portillo, who told her what happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex hasn't been back to school since then, and Barton said he won't be returning. He starts screaming when se brings him with her to drop off his sibling at school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday night, his mother heard him saying "I'm not special" over and over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barton said Alex is reliving the incident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other students said he was "disgusting" and "annoying," Barton said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He was incredibly upset," Barton said. "The only friend he has ever made in his life was forced to do this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;St. Lucie School's spokeswoman Janice Karst said the district is investigating the incident, but could not make any further comment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vern Melvin, Department of Children and Families circuit administrator, confirmed the agency is investigating an allegation of abuse at Morningside but said he could not elaborate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOURCE:  &lt;a href="http://www.msplinks.com/MDFodHRwOi8vd3d3LnRjcGFsbS5jb20vbmV3cy8yMDA4L21heS8yNC8zMGd0dGVhY2hlci1sZXRzLXN0dWRlbnRzLXZvdGUtb3V0LWNsYXNzbWF0ZS01Lw=="&gt;http://www. tcpalm. com/news/2008/may/24/30gtteacher-lets-students-vote-out-classmate-5/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot stress it enough.... GET AN ADVOCATE FOR YOUR CHILD!!!!!! No matter how "wonderful" things seem to be going in your IEP. Please, get an advocate!! I will help you with this information, who to contact and most advocates are funded by the state so they cost you nothing! No school should allow this kind of behavior! No child is "left behind!!".&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/7377869991136846361-2127749941198065785?l=halford517.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halford517.blogspot.com/feeds/2127749941198065785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7377869991136846361&amp;postID=2127749941198065785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7377869991136846361/posts/default/2127749941198065785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7377869991136846361/posts/default/2127749941198065785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halford517.blogspot.com/2008/05/first-things-first.html' title='First things First'/><author><name>Kauseks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05757812754053364676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5VA_tKxaat0/S8y3jsLwGnI/AAAAAAAAFn0/uFnIZHuL0c0/S220/S7300099.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7377869991136846361.post-4161910315191671816</id><published>2008-05-12T12:49:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T12:53:26.230-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Im going to jackson and thats a fact</title><content type='html'>Well now, we got married in a fever, hotter than a pepper Sprout,&lt;br /&gt;We've been &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;talkin&lt;/span&gt;' 'bout Jackson, ever since the fire went.&lt;br /&gt;I'm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;goin&lt;/span&gt;' to Jackson, and that's a fact.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, we're &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;goin&lt;/span&gt;' to Jackson, ain't never &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;comin&lt;/span&gt;' back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes we are going to Fort Jackson. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; not sure how I feel about this. I mean &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;yay&lt;/span&gt; Brian may not deploy since he will be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;TRADOC&lt;/span&gt;... however. its scary there. Very dirty on post. So we will move off post, but once again, you never know the good or bad areas.. I hate &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;PCSing&lt;/span&gt;.. it bothers me.  While this post is so very small, we have a family here. A good christian family. There are not very many people around our age, and while Jackson will have that, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; just afraid I wont make that many new friends.  I like my christian family.. While i have tons of friends who are not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Christians&lt;/span&gt;, i want to keep some in my life.&lt;br /&gt;The army wants us to report in 20 days. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;HAHA&lt;/span&gt; we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; even have orders yet, so I am really not sure on how that is going to work. Ill keep ya updated&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7377869991136846361-4161910315191671816?l=halford517.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halford517.blogspot.com/feeds/4161910315191671816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7377869991136846361&amp;postID=4161910315191671816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7377869991136846361/posts/default/4161910315191671816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7377869991136846361/posts/default/4161910315191671816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halford517.blogspot.com/2008/05/im-going-to-jackson-and-thats-fact.html' title='Im going to jackson and thats a fact'/><author><name>Kauseks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05757812754053364676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5VA_tKxaat0/S8y3jsLwGnI/AAAAAAAAFn0/uFnIZHuL0c0/S220/S7300099.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7377869991136846361.post-3773133033311611488</id><published>2008-05-05T16:42:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T16:46:22.999-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Give Bone Marrow</title><content type='html'>From now until May 19th, you can sign up to give Bone Marrow for free!!!! Please go to http://www.marrow.org/index.html and click register ( left box).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont want to hear any excuses, none at ALL!!! You may be thinking, oh well Im scared, I dont like to be put under.. Blah blah. Let me tell you something.. If all you have to fear is being put to sleep for a bit, you have no complaint.  There are mothers , fathers and others out there who fear for their childs life, who are dieing from Cancer, and your donation could save their life. So Stop reading this and GO GO GO..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you need another reason try this. In the past year I have read of a little boy dieing in less than 8 months from a brain tumor, i have seen a little girl go into remisson because someone wasnt scared and donated bone marrow. You want to work a miracle, sign up to donate!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7377869991136846361-3773133033311611488?l=halford517.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halford517.blogspot.com/feeds/3773133033311611488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7377869991136846361&amp;postID=3773133033311611488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7377869991136846361/posts/default/3773133033311611488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7377869991136846361/posts/default/3773133033311611488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halford517.blogspot.com/2008/05/give-bone-marrow.html' title='Give Bone Marrow'/><author><name>Kauseks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05757812754053364676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5VA_tKxaat0/S8y3jsLwGnI/AAAAAAAAFn0/uFnIZHuL0c0/S220/S7300099.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7377869991136846361.post-7962974585630369600</id><published>2008-04-24T22:03:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T22:03:35.434-05:00</updated><title type='text'>makes me smile</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Candara;"&gt;A woman's heart should be so hidden in Christ that a man should have to seek Him first to find her.'&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt 0.25in; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Candara;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt 0.25in; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Candara;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt 0.25in; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Candara;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt 0.25in; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Candara;"&gt;When I say...'I am a Christian' I'm not shouting "I'm clean livin" I'm whispering 'I was lost, Now I'm found and forgiven.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt 0.25in; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Candara;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt 0.25in; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Candara;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt 0.25in; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Candara;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt 0.25in; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Candara;"&gt;When I say...'I am a Christian' I don't speak of this with pride.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I'm confessing that I stumble and need Christ to be my guide.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt 0.25in; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Candara;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt 0.25in; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Candara;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt 0.25in; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Candara;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt 0.25in; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Candara;"&gt;When I say...'I am a Christian' I'm not trying to be strong.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I'm professing that I'm weak and need His strength to carry on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt 0.25in; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Candara;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt 0.25in; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Candara;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt 0.25in; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Candara;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt 0.25in; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Candara;"&gt;When I say…'I am a Christian' I'm not bragging of success.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I'm admitting I have failed and need God to clean my mess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt 0.25in; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Candara;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt 0.25in; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Candara;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt 0.25in; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Candara;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt 0.25in; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Candara;"&gt;When I say…'I am a Christian' I'm not claiming to be perfect, My flaws are far too visible but, God believes I am worth it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt 0.25in; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Candara;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt 0.25in; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Candara;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt 0.25in; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Candara;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt 0.25in; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Candara;"&gt;When I say...'I am a Christian' I still feel the sting of pain...I have my share of heartaches, so I call upon His name.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt 0.25in; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Candara;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt 0.25in; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Candara;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt 0.25in; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Candara;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt 0.25in; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Candara;"&gt;When I say...'I am a Christian' I'm not holier than thou, I'm just a simple sinner Who received God's good grace, somehow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7377869991136846361-7962974585630369600?l=halford517.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halford517.blogspot.com/feeds/7962974585630369600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7377869991136846361&amp;postID=7962974585630369600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7377869991136846361/posts/default/7962974585630369600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7377869991136846361/posts/default/7962974585630369600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halford517.blogspot.com/2008/04/makes-me-smile.html' title='makes me smile'/><author><name>Kauseks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05757812754053364676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5VA_tKxaat0/S8y3jsLwGnI/AAAAAAAAFn0/uFnIZHuL0c0/S220/S7300099.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7377869991136846361.post-2905627804662294401</id><published>2008-03-24T22:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T22:13:08.453-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Autism is hard</title><content type='html'>It is so hard to let mateo do his own thing sometimes.  I worry he will get hurt mentally or physically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday we went to two easter egg hunts.. The first was at the chapel.. about 30 kids , i let him go on his own to get his eggs, he did a wonderful job, i was proud of him and myself for letting him go.&lt;br /&gt;Than we went to the big hunt. Id say over 200 kids.. They had it sectioned off by age groups 0-3 years 4- 6 years and 7-10 years.  While my heart said to let him go to the 0-3 years i said no he is 4.. i will let him go to the 4 year olds.. Well the way they ( MWR) worked the 4-6 was they roped off the base ball field, put some eggs out there ( not very many)  and the kids were to go out there alone.  my 4 year old out with 6 year olds.. i didnt like it, but i sucked it up and let him go.. By the time he got into the field most of the eggs were gone..but he did get one, he put it in his basket, ran and it fell out ( along with a huge chunk of my heart ) Than about 3 minutes later the big kids were taking the eggs out from right in front of him .. Too little eggs too much chaos.. Than he had a break down he started to cry in the middle of the field, i yelled at brian to go get him, when something happened that made me want to cry.. To little kids his age, stopped and started emptying their buckets of eggs into his. HE stopped crying.. Its so heartbreaking to see my kids get hurt... but nathan is smart enough to handle his own, and jared is big enough.. but mateo, he just doesnt have the mental capacity, and it hurts to watch it...it hurts to see that he is so smart in somethings, yet so far behind in others..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was talking to nathan on the phone the other day, and when i hung up Mateo was upset that he didnt get to talk to nathan, so i called nathan right back up and asked him to speak with his brother.. Normally in this situation older kids will go "noooo i dont wanna " which in turn hurts mateo, and hurts me.. But nope not my kid.. He says ok.. Mateo talked to him, made NO sense at all, and Nathan just talked to him and made him happy. I thanked Nathan.. Who said yep ( kinda like umm thats my brother why wouldnt i talk to him lol)  I have to say that Myself and Sandee are pretty damn good moms..and the kids has 2 pretty good dads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno it just really sucks...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7377869991136846361-2905627804662294401?l=halford517.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halford517.blogspot.com/feeds/2905627804662294401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7377869991136846361&amp;postID=2905627804662294401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7377869991136846361/posts/default/2905627804662294401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7377869991136846361/posts/default/2905627804662294401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halford517.blogspot.com/2008/03/autism-is-hard.html' title='Autism is hard'/><author><name>Kauseks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05757812754053364676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5VA_tKxaat0/S8y3jsLwGnI/AAAAAAAAFn0/uFnIZHuL0c0/S220/S7300099.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7377869991136846361.post-992535072270002095</id><published>2007-12-08T14:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-08T14:41:51.502-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas</title><content type='html'>I often wonder why people celebrate Christmas if they dont believe the story.  I have reasons such as, oh well its about family, and what not. Ive have heard awful reasons that make me cringe.  In the end , why do we have Christmas, because of Jesus, our savior. To take away from that is well just a disrespect.  Why top your tree with an angel if you don't believe. We will start a new tradition this year, and read the story, so my children can remember it is not about GIFTS ( while they are nice) it is about a little baby who would be raised to become our saviour, he was a gift from god.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now with that being said, whats up with the tree lol. Who decided HEY lets decorate a tree with funny looking balls, and were gonna put lights on it too. Must have been some one very drunk, or just out of it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7377869991136846361-992535072270002095?l=halford517.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halford517.blogspot.com/feeds/992535072270002095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7377869991136846361&amp;postID=992535072270002095' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7377869991136846361/posts/default/992535072270002095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7377869991136846361/posts/default/992535072270002095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halford517.blogspot.com/2007/12/christmas.html' title='Christmas'/><author><name>Kauseks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05757812754053364676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5VA_tKxaat0/S8y3jsLwGnI/AAAAAAAAFn0/uFnIZHuL0c0/S220/S7300099.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7377869991136846361.post-1377350667973076279</id><published>2007-10-11T10:54:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T10:57:54.396-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moms love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='autism'/><title type='text'>to the conclusion</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I have come to the conclusion, that Autism dosent matter to my son, so why do I let if affect me. I was ( and still am) so very proud of Mateo and how far he has come, yet when I put him next to a child his own age, I get sad. How i want for him to be able to imagine like the other children, for them not to call him stupid for laughing at the oddest things, for them to not make fun of him for not being potty trained. He is too young to notice it right now, but it still hurts me to see it. There are not any support groups near by, and the random people i have spoken with dont think that I am good enough because my son is low on the Spectrum.  I didnt know the world was so trival that i am now judged because of where my son stands on the spec. How sad is that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7377869991136846361-1377350667973076279?l=halford517.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halford517.blogspot.com/feeds/1377350667973076279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7377869991136846361&amp;postID=1377350667973076279' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7377869991136846361/posts/default/1377350667973076279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7377869991136846361/posts/default/1377350667973076279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halford517.blogspot.com/2007/10/to-conclusion.html' title='to the conclusion'/><author><name>Kauseks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05757812754053364676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5VA_tKxaat0/S8y3jsLwGnI/AAAAAAAAFn0/uFnIZHuL0c0/S220/S7300099.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
