<?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-6129107</id><updated>2011-04-21T10:41:39.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pieces of me</title><subtitle type='html'>pieces</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellalunamadre.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129107/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellalunamadre.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Veronica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16796219563814218739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>86</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6129107.post-109388927944966129</id><published>2004-08-30T11:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-30T11:07:59.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Chris and I had dinner with some dear friends on Friday at Carrabba's. They live in Arlington and were in Houston for a wedding. They were going to be heading back Saturday night. They also had their teenage son with them.We received a call Sunday evening to tell us they had been involved in a pretty gruesome wreck.  They were hit by a drunk driver going the wrong way on I-45 near Conroe. They </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129107/posts/default/109388927944966129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129107/posts/default/109388927944966129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellalunamadre.blogspot.com/index.html#109388927944966129' title=''/><author><name>Veronica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16796219563814218739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6129107.post-109340121224321214</id><published>2004-08-24T19:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-24T19:33:32.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have some pictures to share first is Marina's poncho. I originally picked that color yarn for myself and when she saw it she asked me to make her a poncho with it. So i did. :)And here are 2 pics from my birthday. The first one is me and the kiddos.And this one has chris in it while marina is taking the pic.Don't ya just love that beautiful cake they made me? I did.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129107/posts/default/109340121224321214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129107/posts/default/109340121224321214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellalunamadre.blogspot.com/index.html#109340121224321214' title=''/><author><name>Veronica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16796219563814218739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6129107.post-109304368001105804</id><published>2004-08-20T16:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-20T16:14:40.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today was such a busy day. Last night marina called me from her room and asked me to come upstairs to talk to her. She was crying so hard she could hardly talk. She was forced to go the end of the lunch line because she didn't have her ID. She knew she wouldn't have enough time to eat if she waited in line again, so she jumped into the snack bar line for a bag of chips. Then as she sat down a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129107/posts/default/109304368001105804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129107/posts/default/109304368001105804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellalunamadre.blogspot.com/index.html#109304368001105804' title=''/><author><name>Veronica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16796219563814218739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6129107.post-109233134902548730</id><published>2004-08-11T22:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-12T10:22:29.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yesterday was the first day of school. Portia started kindergarten and it is killing me.  :(  When we dropped her off yesterday she did great. No crying, she barely gave me a kiss. Jewel on the other hand cried quite a bit. I think it was the class placement screw up that started it all.Because of her last name she was placed in a bilingual class. Everyone was speaking spanish and it made her </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129107/posts/default/109233134902548730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129107/posts/default/109233134902548730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellalunamadre.blogspot.com/index.html#109233134902548730' title=''/><author><name>Veronica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16796219563814218739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6129107.post-109191529641763939</id><published>2004-08-07T14:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-07T14:48:16.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>We made it to Colorado. It is so beautiful! We will be leaving tomorrow to head back home. We have been here since Wednesday. I wish that we could stay until Tuesday like everyone else. The rest of the family will be here until then. We have to get back because the kids start school on Wednesday.I drove all the way up here (2 day trip). Even up and down the mountains! I even pulled over and got</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129107/posts/default/109191529641763939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129107/posts/default/109191529641763939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellalunamadre.blogspot.com/index.html#109191529641763939' title=''/><author><name>Veronica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16796219563814218739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6129107.post-109147361598385308</id><published>2004-08-02T12:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-02T12:08:56.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This morning i was leaving our subdivision to head to the post office. I went out to the main road instead of the backway. The backway has less traffic the main road is always full of speeding crazy people. :)So as i'm heading out that way i noticed a fence that looked like something had driven through it. After having smashed through one of those big square things of mailboxes. It may sound </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129107/posts/default/109147361598385308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129107/posts/default/109147361598385308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellalunamadre.blogspot.com/index.html#109147361598385308' title=''/><author><name>Veronica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16796219563814218739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6129107.post-109113477796913454</id><published>2004-07-29T14:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-29T14:24:29.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Blue Collar TV If you have ever seen The Blue Collar Comedy tour and laughed your ass off, then this is the show for you.  I hope it's as funny as they were on tour. I laughed so hard i had a huge coughing fit. I really need to figure out what we are gonna pack with us on the trip to colorado. We leave on Tuesday......i think. I'm so glad that we got one of those doo-hickeys that you plant on</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129107/posts/default/109113477796913454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129107/posts/default/109113477796913454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellalunamadre.blogspot.com/index.html#109113477796913454' title=''/><author><name>Veronica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16796219563814218739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6129107.post-109034015363384044</id><published>2004-07-20T09:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-20T09:18:29.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What to do? what to do?  My mother called me yesterday to tell me she thinks my father is having an affair AGAIN! She found a woman's phone number in his cell phone address book and asked him who it was. My father started to crack his knuckles and didn't answer right away.   My father never cracks his knuckles. I do it a lot and it makes him crazy. He gripes at me to quit doing it. So my mother</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129107/posts/default/109034015363384044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129107/posts/default/109034015363384044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellalunamadre.blogspot.com/index.html#109034015363384044' title=''/><author><name>Veronica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16796219563814218739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6129107.post-108972878555541344</id><published>2004-07-13T07:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-13T07:26:25.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I feel like such a dope. I checked and double checked with the FUCKING katy isd website for attendance zones for the kids schools before we bought this house. I wanted us to fall in the attendance zones for the same junior high that marina has been attending. And i wanted the little guys to go to the new school being built in our subdivision. But oh no fucking way could they draw up the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129107/posts/default/108972878555541344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129107/posts/default/108972878555541344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellalunamadre.blogspot.com/index.html#108972878555541344' title=''/><author><name>Veronica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16796219563814218739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6129107.post-108923147523888399</id><published>2004-07-07T13:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-07T13:17:55.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>And here is Jewels little crib. She picked the colors and i think they look great together.  :)Today is my baby brother's birthday. He is 32 and far far away.....</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129107/posts/default/108923147523888399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129107/posts/default/108923147523888399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellalunamadre.blogspot.com/index.html#108923147523888399' title=''/><author><name>Veronica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16796219563814218739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6129107.post-108906384727172217</id><published>2004-07-05T14:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-05T14:44:07.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This is a little cradle I made for Portia. It can be folded up into a purse. It's really cute and she's been carrying it around all day today.  Here she is posing with it on her arm. Now i need to make one for jewel.  :)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129107/posts/default/108906384727172217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129107/posts/default/108906384727172217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellalunamadre.blogspot.com/index.html#108906384727172217' title=''/><author><name>Veronica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16796219563814218739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6129107.post-108853055310138561</id><published>2004-06-28T22:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-29T10:35:53.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Day 8 with no caffeine. We finally had the exterminator come out on Saturday. He was supposed to come thursday night then cancelled. He sprayed the whole house and usually takes a big hose and spray's the entire yard. But it was supposed to rain later so he didn't do that. He put down granules. Granules take a while to work. CACA. He said we had a very bad ant problem and if they haven't </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129107/posts/default/108853055310138561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129107/posts/default/108853055310138561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellalunamadre.blogspot.com/index.html#108853055310138561' title=''/><author><name>Veronica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16796219563814218739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6129107.post-108817128749390434</id><published>2004-06-25T06:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-25T06:48:07.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Here are a couple of pairs of fuzzy flip flops that i made. The red/pink pair are jewel's and she loves them. Now her sister's each want a pair. I'm lucky to have finished these. LOL I am going on my 4th day of no caffeine/carbonated drinks. I have been feeling so sleepy and slow the last few days. The headaches have not been too bad. I think i may actually be able to do this YAY. Now if i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129107/posts/default/108817128749390434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129107/posts/default/108817128749390434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellalunamadre.blogspot.com/index.html#108817128749390434' title=''/><author><name>Veronica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16796219563814218739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6129107.post-108787178009578136</id><published>2004-06-21T19:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-21T19:37:06.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My parents were here this weekend. ugh thank goodness they left. My father is such a grump. And like a dumbass i let myself get my panties in a wad over the stuff he says to me. He really makes me laugh when he tries to share parenting advice with me. HA like i'd listen to him. Advice from a man who resented getting married because he knocked my mother up. Then spent most of my childhood drunk </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129107/posts/default/108787178009578136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129107/posts/default/108787178009578136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellalunamadre.blogspot.com/index.html#108787178009578136' title=''/><author><name>Veronica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16796219563814218739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6129107.post-108696992485421900</id><published>2004-06-11T09:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-11T09:05:24.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>We got a chance to chat with the president of the HOA last night. He was nice but his wife seemed a little shy. She came over introduced herself, pulled some weeds around their front beds then went inside the house. She only said hi nice to meet you. hmmmBut he was nice and their daughter is the same age as jewel. Chris also meet the couple next door to us (the cat people). I came out and they</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129107/posts/default/108696992485421900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129107/posts/default/108696992485421900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellalunamadre.blogspot.com/index.html#108696992485421900' title=''/><author><name>Veronica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16796219563814218739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6129107.post-108687552437766746</id><published>2004-06-10T06:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-10T06:52:04.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You are the night fairie. Shy and silent you lovethe dark. The secent in the air of night isbetter than anything in the world to you.Please rate my quiz it would keep you up longerinto the night. What kind of element fey are you? (PRETTY PICS) brought to you by Quizilla</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129107/posts/default/108687552437766746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129107/posts/default/108687552437766746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellalunamadre.blogspot.com/index.html#108687552437766746' title=''/><author><name>Veronica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16796219563814218739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6129107.post-108683589511045032</id><published>2004-06-09T19:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-09T19:53:08.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>We have been busy busy. Something in this house is causing an allergic reaction that is making my chest feel very tight. Breathing in deep is a joke and it's starting to hurt. oy I hope it's not walking pneumonia again. Very short on money so i can't go to the doc until next Tuesday. My mother offered to pay for a doctors visit but i don't want to take money from her. I'm just going to wait it </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129107/posts/default/108683589511045032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129107/posts/default/108683589511045032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellalunamadre.blogspot.com/index.html#108683589511045032' title=''/><author><name>Veronica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16796219563814218739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6129107.post-108593614156344955</id><published>2004-05-30T09:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-30T09:55:41.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>you are DONKEY! you are outgoing and genuinlyloving life. you're hilarious and tell it likeit is what shrek character are you? brought to you by QuizillaWell we are in the house and everything is slowly finding a place to belong.  Jewel and portia were supposed to have their own rooms. The first night we tried to have them sleep in their own rooms they cried and begged to sleep together. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129107/posts/default/108593614156344955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129107/posts/default/108593614156344955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellalunamadre.blogspot.com/index.html#108593614156344955' title=''/><author><name>Veronica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16796219563814218739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6129107.post-108480825083195591</id><published>2004-05-17T08:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-17T08:39:05.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Moving SUCKS!!   :)   We expected my parents to be here this weekend with their trailer to help us move. So i called my mom Friday afternoon to find out when they were coming. She says "oh your father is working tomorrow" WTF?? She acted surprised, like they didn't know we were expecting them. So i tell her we were planning on using the trailer that they were gonna bring the couches on to move </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129107/posts/default/108480825083195591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129107/posts/default/108480825083195591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellalunamadre.blogspot.com/index.html#108480825083195591' title=''/><author><name>Veronica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16796219563814218739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6129107.post-108446184324438079</id><published>2004-05-13T07:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-13T08:24:03.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>*yawn* I'm sleepy. Went to bed too late. Have been going to bed too late all week long. My cousin Mary was over last night and left late. Then i got into Dharma &amp; Greg. I love that show. Finally went to bed and was snoozing hard. At 2:15am I was startled awake by the most gigantic clap of thunder. It sounded like someone smacked a huge piece of sheet metal. Then the car alarm across the street </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129107/posts/default/108446184324438079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129107/posts/default/108446184324438079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellalunamadre.blogspot.com/index.html#108446184324438079' title=''/><author><name>Veronica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16796219563814218739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6129107.post-108428930733051279</id><published>2004-05-11T08:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-11T08:28:27.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oy i must be pre-menstrual. This morning the nurse at the school that Portia was due to attend next year called. She wanted the original vaccination exemption form because the registrar made a copy and she should have kept the original. So i start asking about how to change the school they will attend next year because of our move. She had me speak to the registrar who called the district to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129107/posts/default/108428930733051279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129107/posts/default/108428930733051279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellalunamadre.blogspot.com/index.html#108428930733051279' title=''/><author><name>Veronica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16796219563814218739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6129107.post-108422804371319534</id><published>2004-05-10T15:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-10T15:33:28.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am so excited i have finally found a place to buy a new cushion for my most favorite chair. Oh okay it's second to my rocking chair but that's only because the cushion really needs to be replaced. Puff chair  I have been trying to find a cover for over a year. Now that i have found it i may have to buy one of these chairs for my brother. He loves sitting in it. Everyone who visits loves this </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129107/posts/default/108422804371319534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129107/posts/default/108422804371319534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellalunamadre.blogspot.com/index.html#108422804371319534' title=''/><author><name>Veronica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16796219563814218739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6129107.post-108368085128120164</id><published>2004-05-04T07:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-04T07:35:53.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm a sadie.  :)Everything went extremely well this weekend. As a matter of fact it went great! Chris mom was a bit of a pain but i just blew it off and tried my best to ignore it. My mom on the other hand behaved i mean she went above and beyond the call of duty this weekend. Even my father managed to behave. He smiled a lot and told us how happy he was for us. The closing on Friday went so </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129107/posts/default/108368085128120164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129107/posts/default/108368085128120164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellalunamadre.blogspot.com/index.html#108368085128120164' title=''/><author><name>Veronica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16796219563814218739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6129107.post-108324601824916934</id><published>2004-04-29T06:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-29T06:46:13.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>One more day woo hoo. Chris' parents got here yesterday so that helped settle my nerves and no more panic attacks. I'm sure tomorrow there will be more. My mom called this morning and they will be coming. Hopefully they will wait until Saturday. I don't know where we are gonna pack everyone overnight. oy.I just realized this morning that i did not pay my light bill on time. I could have sworn </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129107/posts/default/108324601824916934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129107/posts/default/108324601824916934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellalunamadre.blogspot.com/index.html#108324601824916934' title=''/><author><name>Veronica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16796219563814218739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6129107.post-108308982502124615</id><published>2004-04-27T10:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-27T11:21:19.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Panic attacks. I hate them and i had them all day yesterday. I finally had to take a melatonin tablet to knock myself out last night. Then this morning i felt fine until after i dropped off chris then they started again. So i came home and made some chamomile tea. Around 9:30 i decided to try and take a cat nap. I knew i had to be up and out of here by 10am so we could get to the library. I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129107/posts/default/108308982502124615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129107/posts/default/108308982502124615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellalunamadre.blogspot.com/index.html#108308982502124615' title=''/><author><name>Veronica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16796219563814218739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6129107.post-108274048224003985</id><published>2004-04-23T10:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-23T10:18:51.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ah add another asshole to the forum list. LOL For all that knowledge Nancy seems to think she has it certainly hasn't helped her with her manners. She is totally condescending and nasty. And she thinks she is just the smartest thing to walk the earth. And she just may be but she has a black heart.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129107/posts/default/108274048224003985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129107/posts/default/108274048224003985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellalunamadre.blogspot.com/index.html#108274048224003985' title=''/><author><name>Veronica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16796219563814218739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6129107.post-108267193770091416</id><published>2004-04-22T15:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-22T15:16:43.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Madness complete and total madness! Oy vey if there was anything else that we had to do right now I think that chris and I might end up pulling our hair out together.  Poor chris is totally swamped at work and he is trying to take care of all the house buying stuff and wedding stuff.  We had to do a lot of haggling with the seller. This week we did the inspection and my mother was in town. That</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129107/posts/default/108267193770091416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129107/posts/default/108267193770091416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellalunamadre.blogspot.com/index.html#108267193770091416' title=''/><author><name>Veronica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16796219563814218739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6129107.post-108229555873073945</id><published>2004-04-18T06:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-18T06:43:20.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>gripes i am so sick of feeling dizzy and nauseous. I sure hope this is just the glorious start to allergy season and it will pass. I can't remember if the same thing happened last year or not. But i do know that with each passing year i get worse. The older i get the more things i find out i'm allergic to. ugh. I never had problems like this with allergies when i was younger. blech pooey.Even </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129107/posts/default/108229555873073945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129107/posts/default/108229555873073945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellalunamadre.blogspot.com/index.html#108229555873073945' title=''/><author><name>Veronica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16796219563814218739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6129107.post-108212371347537336</id><published>2004-04-16T06:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-16T06:59:12.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Geesh i am so sick of the bossy, i know everything attitude from some of the bitchiest members of a certain forum. I hate that 'I am so smart and know everything and if you dare contradict me i will be as nasty as i want to be without being called on it' attitude. And not only that but all my "buddies" will come in to defend me and ream you. That superior attitude is so lame. I think that it in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129107/posts/default/108212371347537336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129107/posts/default/108212371347537336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellalunamadre.blogspot.com/index.html#108212371347537336' title=''/><author><name>Veronica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16796219563814218739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6129107.post-108195455601416898</id><published>2004-04-14T07:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-14T07:59:51.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Didn't get to finish earlier. We are planning all sorts of things for the backyard. I definitely want some sort of pond. There is a place around the corner from us that has a beautiful one set up in front of a nursery. They are a small nursery and they do the ponds. We are planning a deck and maybe a special sand box. I'm not too sure about that because i noticed that the neighbors have "</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129107/posts/default/108195455601416898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129107/posts/default/108195455601416898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellalunamadre.blogspot.com/index.html#108195455601416898' title=''/><author><name>Veronica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16796219563814218739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6129107.post-108195159799602850</id><published>2004-04-14T06:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-14T07:10:34.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>wowee wow wow. The seller agreed to the contract. We are now going to be homeowners! I'm stunned to say the least and had a horrible nervous stomach last night. Almost puked again this morning. This has been off and on. I hope it's nerves. I just hope it will be smooth and easy going from here on out. *crossing fingers* that the inspector finds nothing major wrong with the house.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129107/posts/default/108195159799602850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129107/posts/default/108195159799602850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellalunamadre.blogspot.com/index.html#108195159799602850' title=''/><author><name>Veronica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16796219563814218739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6129107.post-108179323038943658</id><published>2004-04-12T11:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-12T11:11:04.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm sitting here watching The Money Pit and i'm wondering..........could this happen to us? I really like the house (don't love it) but i like it. Oh okay i love the tons of space it will offer. I love that we won't be stacked one on top of the other. But the look of the house is just not what i like. Anyway houses of this size, in this subdivision are selling at around $127k. The house was </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129107/posts/default/108179323038943658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129107/posts/default/108179323038943658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellalunamadre.blogspot.com/index.html#108179323038943658' title=''/><author><name>Veronica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16796219563814218739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6129107.post-108152710903796773</id><published>2004-04-09T08:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-09T09:15:38.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well Rick Perry can kiss my brown ass! Chronicle Who the fuck does this guy think he is? Now he gets to "fine" certain behaviors he finds "unhealthy". I find dragging religious views into politics unhealthy and think that any politician who stoops to that should be fined. Maybe then they will stop indulging in "unhealthy behavior". If people want to piss away their money on gambling or tittie </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129107/posts/default/108152710903796773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129107/posts/default/108152710903796773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellalunamadre.blogspot.com/index.html#108152710903796773' title=''/><author><name>Veronica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16796219563814218739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6129107.post-108151904922685750</id><published>2004-04-09T05:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-09T07:01:18.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The realtor came over last night and we wrote up a contract for that house. We should know something by saturday. My stomach isn't jacked up enough now i have this to think about. I'm very worried about this whole thing. It's a lot of money and i worry so much about spending. I'm worried about biting off more than we can chew. But then again i worry about some of the silliest things. So i'll just</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129107/posts/default/108151904922685750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129107/posts/default/108151904922685750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellalunamadre.blogspot.com/index.html#108151904922685750' title=''/><author><name>Veronica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16796219563814218739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6129107.post-108134665250329682</id><published>2004-04-07T06:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-07T07:11:51.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I feel pukey. wah.  Monday night around 9pm i took a bath. Just before i got in i felt dizzy and noticed it slowly getting worse. While i was in the shower i tried to lift my foot to wash it and almost fell out of the tub. oy. So i got out and got dressed. I slowly started feeling worse. By 10pm the room was spinning. I got up from my chair to go to bed and when i lifted my foot to slide into my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129107/posts/default/108134665250329682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129107/posts/default/108134665250329682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellalunamadre.blogspot.com/index.html#108134665250329682' title=''/><author><name>Veronica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16796219563814218739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6129107.post-108129114606403533</id><published>2004-04-06T15:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-06T18:29:50.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>grrr. I don't know what is up with jewel lately. She is going to make me nuts.....okay nuttier. She keeps telling lies. Mostly when she thinks it will get her out of trouble or point the blame at someone else. Just now they were playing on the trampoline with marina and i hear crying. Go out to see what is wrong and there she is wailing like someone ripped her arm off. She always always </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129107/posts/default/108129114606403533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129107/posts/default/108129114606403533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellalunamadre.blogspot.com/index.html#108129114606403533' title=''/><author><name>Veronica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16796219563814218739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6129107.post-108111070888044479</id><published>2004-04-04T10:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-04T13:35:31.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Friday we were not able to see the broker about pre-approval. They did pull credit reports and gave us the okay on the house we were going to look at. Hopefully we will get in monday and be pre-approved for more. The first house we saw yesterday was cute. I think there were too many cosmetic issues that the sellers should have taken care of before putting it out there. We looked at a few houses </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129107/posts/default/108111070888044479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129107/posts/default/108111070888044479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellalunamadre.blogspot.com/index.html#108111070888044479' title=''/><author><name>Veronica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16796219563814218739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6129107.post-108091974169709403</id><published>2004-04-02T06:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-04-04T09:30:33.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well well well. I'm always teasing chris that he thinks things through too much. That he needs to be more fly by the seat of his pants like me. It has come back to bite me in the butt. lol  We saw a house in a nearby subdivision a few weeks ago and we both liked it. What we could see of it from the street. So we talked about taking a look at it. Of course it just got put off and then last weekend</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129107/posts/default/108091974169709403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129107/posts/default/108091974169709403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellalunamadre.blogspot.com/index.html#108091974169709403' title=''/><author><name>Veronica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16796219563814218739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6129107.post-108076287674881880</id><published>2004-03-31T11:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-31T11:58:13.700-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oh lovely. We have new neighbors moving in and apparently their truck cannot be shut off. They have been back and forth unloading things since last night. And they never turn their truck off. And it's an old truck that is FUCKING LOUD. Oy last night i wanted to open up the window and scream "shut that piece o'doodie OFF!" But i held back.  I fell asleep to the soothing sounds of rumbling truck. I</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129107/posts/default/108076287674881880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129107/posts/default/108076287674881880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellalunamadre.blogspot.com/index.html#108076287674881880' title=''/><author><name>Veronica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16796219563814218739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6129107.post-108057842940605104</id><published>2004-03-29T07:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-04-04T09:28:25.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Our short visit with my family was not as painful as i thought it would be. My brother understood what i explained to him last time. He was much better behaved when it came to the girls. We had fun and laughed a lot. I even got to laugh at my dad for a change. He got his panties in a huge bunch over my sister-in-law using the dreaded F word. oy vey. I had to pinch myself so i wouldn't laugh at </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129107/posts/default/108057842940605104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129107/posts/default/108057842940605104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellalunamadre.blogspot.com/index.html#108057842940605104' title=''/><author><name>Veronica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16796219563814218739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6129107.post-108006836828563307</id><published>2004-03-23T11:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-23T11:02:54.966-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Saturday was jewel's birthday, first day of spring. It was a good day for all of us. We had planned to spend the whole day at a rocket launch that was put on by the NHRA. A rocket club that chris belongs to.....Northwest Houston Rocket yada yada yada. Anyway the night before chris decided to run to walmart after the kiddies were in bed to buy jewel something special from him.  A new plane, she </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129107/posts/default/108006836828563307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129107/posts/default/108006836828563307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellalunamadre.blogspot.com/index.html#108006836828563307' title=''/><author><name>Veronica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16796219563814218739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6129107.post-108005530340872983</id><published>2004-03-23T07:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-23T07:25:09.593-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Finally Humana paid the rest of Portia's ambulance bill. It took them 8 long months and lots of phone calls. I hate that they expect payment in full and on time every month but when they are supposed to cover what you have been paying for they make you go through hell to get it. ugh. It didn't help that Chris is a total procrastinator. He had to be bugged a lot to make the damn phone calls. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129107/posts/default/108005530340872983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129107/posts/default/108005530340872983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellalunamadre.blogspot.com/index.html#108005530340872983' title=''/><author><name>Veronica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16796219563814218739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6129107.post-107937106786522843</id><published>2004-03-15T09:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-15T09:31:45.763-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Jewel's birthday is coming up. My pregnancy with jewel was such a sad time in my life. I remember being scared shitless from the moment i found out i was carrying her. I knew that Mike was not someone i wanted to have children with. When I found out i was pregnant i was trying to figure out how to get out of the relationship without getting physically hurt. Then BAM i was pregnant. At first i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129107/posts/default/107937106786522843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129107/posts/default/107937106786522843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellalunamadre.blogspot.com/index.html#107937106786522843' title=''/><author><name>Veronica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16796219563814218739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6129107.post-107936127309323606</id><published>2004-03-15T06:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-15T06:40:28.640-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A same sex marriage discussion got me thinking about something that really pisses me off.  I know i know huge surprise Roni gets pissed off and vents about it. LOL Someone made this comment.......People who choose to arrange their lives in certain ways are also choosing all that goes with that choice, and that includes certain benefits that are for legally married people only......WTF?? This </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129107/posts/default/107936127309323606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129107/posts/default/107936127309323606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellalunamadre.blogspot.com/index.html#107936127309323606' title=''/><author><name>Veronica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16796219563814218739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6129107.post-107922056571124633</id><published>2004-03-13T14:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-13T15:32:38.653-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I want a polar orange dry soda! I just had a brain fart and remembered how much i loved them. When we moved here i brought several 12 packs with me. The movers laughed while they were packing it. I remember while we lived in MA., my mom would ship Big Red soda to me. LOL I was just wondering out loud if chris' uncle could find it in the stores near him in Stamford......hmmm.  Think he would be </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129107/posts/default/107922056571124633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129107/posts/default/107922056571124633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellalunamadre.blogspot.com/index.html#107922056571124633' title=''/><author><name>Veronica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16796219563814218739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6129107.post-107914082891188027</id><published>2004-03-12T17:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-12T17:23:40.606-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>thanks katie.......1. What was the last song you heard? Case of You--Joni Mitchell2. What were the last two movies you saw? Chocolat and part of Beetlejuice. 3. What were the last three things you purchased? Two birdfeeders and seed.4. What four things do you need to do this weekend? Sleep late, watch movies, stay up late, and eat. heh Spring break is this week.  :)5. Who are the last </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129107/posts/default/107914082891188027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129107/posts/default/107914082891188027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellalunamadre.blogspot.com/index.html#107914082891188027' title=''/><author><name>Veronica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16796219563814218739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6129107.post-107913390668126380</id><published>2004-03-12T15:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-12T15:28:18.293-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Mom the builder can she fix it YES she can! LOL This is the song stuck in my head. Our landlord FINALLY had someone come out and put screens in the windows. I have been asking for them since last spring. The lazy ass procrastinating motherfucker finally got around to it. Ugh. We pay our rent on time every month it has never been late. We paid a hefty deposit and try to fix problems that come up </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129107/posts/default/107913390668126380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129107/posts/default/107913390668126380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellalunamadre.blogspot.com/index.html#107913390668126380' title=''/><author><name>Veronica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16796219563814218739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6129107.post-107893158851407609</id><published>2004-03-10T07:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-10T07:16:16.996-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wow such a busy week and it's only Wednesday! Poor marina is still sick, she has been out of school since last wednesday. Over the weekend it looked like she was getting better until monday when she tanked. I took her to urgent care yesterday. She has a sinus infection and it seems to be just as bad as chris' was. ugh poor little guy. So she was prescribed antibiotics. Here is where the rant </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129107/posts/default/107893158851407609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129107/posts/default/107893158851407609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellalunamadre.blogspot.com/index.html#107893158851407609' title=''/><author><name>Veronica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16796219563814218739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6129107.post-107859975450539767</id><published>2004-03-06T11:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-06T11:08:47.560-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Can you hear that? It is the sound of silence. Sounds yummy huh?  LOL  Chris left a little while ago with the two little guys. Marina is here cause she is still sick. I have to be here to wait for a repair guy. Yesterday water began leaking from one of the vents in the kids bathroom. Looks like it is from the a/c. Everytime we used it yesterday the leak was faster. I turned the a/c off over </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129107/posts/default/107859975450539767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129107/posts/default/107859975450539767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellalunamadre.blogspot.com/index.html#107859975450539767' title=''/><author><name>Veronica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16796219563814218739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6129107.post-107851901761774335</id><published>2004-03-05T12:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-05T12:39:59.373-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What was...1. ...your first grade teacher's name? I can't remember her name for the life of me. But i still have her picture and remember what a great lady she was. I remember that she reminded me of Peggy Fleming.2. ...your favorite Saturday morning cartoon? School House Rocks........As your body grows biggerYour mind grows flowered It's great to learn 'Cause knowledge is power! It's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129107/posts/default/107851901761774335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129107/posts/default/107851901761774335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellalunamadre.blogspot.com/index.html#107851901761774335' title=''/><author><name>Veronica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16796219563814218739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6129107.post-107828509896418358</id><published>2004-03-02T19:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-02T19:42:34.530-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today i went to the library to pick up some books i had placed on hold. One of them is a crochet pattern book. It's pretty new and i have not seen it in any stores. I finally had a chance to look at it a little while ago and i am surprised at all the great patterns in it. So i ordered a copy from overstock.com. I need a lot more time in my days. I never have enough time to do all the projects i</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129107/posts/default/107828509896418358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129107/posts/default/107828509896418358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellalunamadre.blogspot.com/index.html#107828509896418358' title=''/><author><name>Veronica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16796219563814218739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6129107.post-107798973433471479</id><published>2004-02-28T09:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-28T09:38:27.653-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Copying Snap-ah..........1. What is your favorite restaurant and why? Right now it's Rainforest Cafe. The kids can talk, laugh and enjoy their surroundings without getting dirty looks from other diners. Not to mention they have great cocounut shrimp and i love the sides. One is a rice/black bean mixture and the other is a slaw of some sort. It has cucumbers, peppers, jicama mixed with a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129107/posts/default/107798973433471479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129107/posts/default/107798973433471479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellalunamadre.blogspot.com/index.html#107798973433471479' title=''/><author><name>Veronica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16796219563814218739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6129107.post-107781221780323117</id><published>2004-02-26T08:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-26T08:19:48.483-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oh and i forgot to include.........I heart Anna Nicole!  I watched a show about her last night, she has lost a lot of weight. I love to watch her show, she is so sweet and dingy. But she is always in a great mood. She doesn't care about what other people think about her which i think is great!  The scummy media and judgemental people should just give that woman a break. Jessica Simpson is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129107/posts/default/107781221780323117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129107/posts/default/107781221780323117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellalunamadre.blogspot.com/index.html#107781221780323117' title=''/><author><name>Veronica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16796219563814218739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6129107.post-107781142989164940</id><published>2004-02-26T08:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-26T08:06:40.670-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Must sew today. Must sew today.  :)  I promised backpacks for Portia and Jewel. I went to buy some cord for the straps yesterday and some elastic. I was planning on buying only those two things. yea that's gonna happen. After getting the cord cut i decided to just take a peek at some fabric. lol  I looked then started to leave cause i didn't see anyting that caught my eye.As i was walking away </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129107/posts/default/107781142989164940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129107/posts/default/107781142989164940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellalunamadre.blogspot.com/index.html#107781142989164940' title=''/><author><name>Veronica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16796219563814218739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6129107.post-107772031523456285</id><published>2004-02-25T06:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-25T06:48:04.013-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Another rainy day.......mmm i love rainy days.  Finally it's just me and popa again. Chris went back to work yesterday and Jewel was home because she kept coughing. I was afraid she might have caught what chris had so i kept her home. She was better this morning so i sent her in with a note.  I just hope that they will let me know if she has a problem with the couging again. Chris got the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129107/posts/default/107772031523456285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129107/posts/default/107772031523456285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellalunamadre.blogspot.com/index.html#107772031523456285' title=''/><author><name>Veronica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16796219563814218739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6129107.post-107755022598515876</id><published>2004-02-23T07:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-23T07:33:12.263-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sex and The City was great!! I was so happy that Carrie ended up with Big. I think that if she had ended up with Alexandr I would have been so disappointed. I was in tears by the end of the show. Of course the countdown to the finale had me on the verge. But the moment i saw magda kissing miranda on the forehead i lost it. After that there was no holding back. Even Chris was crying. I loved loved</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129107/posts/default/107755022598515876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129107/posts/default/107755022598515876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellalunamadre.blogspot.com/index.html#107755022598515876' title=''/><author><name>Veronica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16796219563814218739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6129107.post-107739823945753223</id><published>2004-02-21T13:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-21T13:20:03.513-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The verdict from the doctor for chris was a sinus infection. He was prescribed a $30.00 version of robitussin CF......fucking vultures. Drug companies looking to make a buck. I can buy the walmart version of this stuff for a dollar something. The only positive thing about the visit was the doc. Chris liked him and he didn't feel rushed. He was also given samples of the antibiotics and nasal spray</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129107/posts/default/107739823945753223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129107/posts/default/107739823945753223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellalunamadre.blogspot.com/index.html#107739823945753223' title=''/><author><name>Veronica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16796219563814218739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6129107.post-107720171193076489</id><published>2004-02-19T06:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-19T06:44:32.670-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Chris is going to the doctor today. He woke up feeling worse than has all week. Now he's running a fever and his chest hurts. I think he is going to set the bosses mind at ease. He worries so much about what they will think of him at work. Poor guy, he's sick he can't help it. He hardly ever misses work. Then when he does he worries himself until he is sicker. lol I told him that he will </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129107/posts/default/107720171193076489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129107/posts/default/107720171193076489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellalunamadre.blogspot.com/index.html#107720171193076489' title=''/><author><name>Veronica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16796219563814218739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6129107.post-107716341189656461</id><published>2004-02-18T20:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-18T20:06:12.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Chris is so sick. ugh. His eyes are red and drippy. And so is his nose. LOL Poor guy. He has been home all week and sleeping a lot. My cold was zapped by the airborne that i was taking. Chris didn't want to take his like he was supposed to so now he's paying for it. Of course today he gave up and begged for "government issued chemicals" he didn't want anymore "of that tang stuff". All of us had </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129107/posts/default/107716341189656461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129107/posts/default/107716341189656461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellalunamadre.blogspot.com/index.html#107716341189656461' title=''/><author><name>Veronica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16796219563814218739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6129107.post-107695677476137948</id><published>2004-02-16T09:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-16T10:42:11.496-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oy now chris and I are sick. wah wah wah  I got it first and then i guess i shared it with him. He called in this morning so that he could help me and cause he wasn't feeling so hot. I have been running a low fever and my head is totally jacked. It is stuffed and running all at the same time. LOL i'm a mess. Chris just went and bought me some airborne. I wanted some more sambucol but i cannot </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129107/posts/default/107695677476137948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129107/posts/default/107695677476137948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellalunamadre.blogspot.com/index.html#107695677476137948' title=''/><author><name>Veronica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16796219563814218739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6129107.post-107677993889281591</id><published>2004-02-14T09:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-14T09:36:52.496-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My oh my Happy Valentine's Day everybody! I'm having a fantastic valentine's. hee hee hee  Yesterday went to pick up chris from the park &amp; ride and when he opened the car door he was holding a dozen roses. awwww  Then he gave me the sweetest card......i got all faklempt.  Then he whipped out candy and cards for the little girlies. They were so excited and he picked the perfect cards for everyone.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129107/posts/default/107677993889281591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129107/posts/default/107677993889281591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellalunamadre.blogspot.com/index.html#107677993889281591' title=''/><author><name>Veronica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16796219563814218739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6129107.post-107668860305806481</id><published>2004-02-13T08:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-13T08:12:35.920-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Okay there is someone i have seen on a couple of forums who just makes me crazy. She is just dumber than a box of rocks and everytime she opens her mouth you can tell. She is too twisted for color tv. I didn't think it was possible to be as old as her and still have your head jammed up your ass. ugh</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129107/posts/default/107668860305806481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129107/posts/default/107668860305806481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellalunamadre.blogspot.com/index.html#107668860305806481' title=''/><author><name>Veronica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16796219563814218739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6129107.post-107661801647386662</id><published>2004-02-12T12:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-12T12:36:07.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>AAHHHH the coughing is driving me batty! bad bad mommy. And half the time they forget to cover their mouths. ewwwwOh and i am sorta pissed. I mentioned the other day the pattern i got for the Jessica Simpson shawl. Well well well that lady that sold it to me may have copied it from someone else. I was looking up another pattern to see if this other one was simpler than the one she sent to me. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129107/posts/default/107661801647386662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129107/posts/default/107661801647386662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellalunamadre.blogspot.com/index.html#107661801647386662' title=''/><author><name>Veronica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16796219563814218739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6129107.post-107660490342050470</id><published>2004-02-12T08:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-12T08:57:35.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oy Vey all my girlies are sick! Yesterday Portia was coughing a lot and she sounded congested. Then Marina came home and said she was nauseous and that her throat was irritated. Then later in the evening Jewel said my throat feels like needles are poking it. They hardly ate any dinner and they all looked extremely tired. Everyone got some stuff for their throats and went to bed coughing and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129107/posts/default/107660490342050470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129107/posts/default/107660490342050470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellalunamadre.blogspot.com/index.html#107660490342050470' title=''/><author><name>Veronica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16796219563814218739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6129107.post-107635104742033482</id><published>2004-02-09T10:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-09T10:26:34.640-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>AHA!! Finally i am able to get back in. LOL Saturday we went and had lunch at the Rainforest Cafe. Jewel and portia have been there before. This was the first time for Marina, she really enjoyed it. After we started to stroll around the mall. Marina wanted to go shopping at Hot Topic. But Chris wanted to leave cause he wanted to go and buy a trampoline for the kids. He brought it home and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129107/posts/default/107635104742033482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129107/posts/default/107635104742033482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellalunamadre.blogspot.com/index.html#107635104742033482' title=''/><author><name>Veronica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16796219563814218739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6129107.post-107608252586873296</id><published>2004-02-06T07:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-06T07:51:08.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oh joy I just checked our bank account online and saw a big deposit. It's from Bindview and wonder if it's chris' bonus. Gosh i hope so. This along with our tax return is "house" money. We will be so lucky to be able to buy a house. Yay Right now i am also a little sad. Poor Marina got a taste of the bible thumping righteous this week. At school some kid was asking everyone what religion was </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129107/posts/default/107608252586873296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129107/posts/default/107608252586873296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellalunamadre.blogspot.com/index.html#107608252586873296' title=''/><author><name>Veronica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16796219563814218739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6129107.post-107600140119369845</id><published>2004-02-05T11:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-05T09:19:17.340-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Mom took us to dinner last night. The food was good and the kids behaved, well Jewel &amp; Portia did. Marina has become so dramatic and animated over the last year. Oy will i make it through the teenage years with a drama queen? After we left the restaurant i hauled buns over to the library to pick up some stuff i had on hold. The new Montel Williams book, a cd (tapestry-Carole king) and the movie</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129107/posts/default/107600140119369845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129107/posts/default/107600140119369845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellalunamadre.blogspot.com/index.html#107600140119369845' title=''/><author><name>Veronica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16796219563814218739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6129107.post-107591431251036076</id><published>2004-02-04T07:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-04T09:07:33.046-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The shoes came home yesterday.....finally. LOL  Jewel brought them in to be washed. Lucky for her she remembered because it is suppose to be pouring rain today. Normally i love the rain but when it rains it means the little beasts cannot go wear themselves out on the swing set. I like to start dinner and watch them from the kitchen window. Portia is becoming more of a little dare devil and jewel </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129107/posts/default/107591431251036076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129107/posts/default/107591431251036076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellalunamadre.blogspot.com/index.html#107591431251036076' title=''/><author><name>Veronica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16796219563814218739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6129107.post-107582262811336026</id><published>2004-02-03T09:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-03T07:39:26.890-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Okay so mom didn't come yesterday. She will be coming this afternoon. Good thing too. I think last night would have been crazy trying to fix the washing machine, have dinner, hose down the little guys and getting ready for bed. Chris was supposed to watch a movie with me last night and of course he didn't. He came home fixed the washing machine and did some stuff online (tax stuff). Then he </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129107/posts/default/107582262811336026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129107/posts/default/107582262811336026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellalunamadre.blogspot.com/index.html#107582262811336026' title=''/><author><name>Veronica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16796219563814218739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6129107.post-107574898600540339</id><published>2004-02-02T13:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-02T11:12:31.513-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today has been busy! And on top of it my mom is coming to stay for a few days. She has some kind of training for work and they always do it here instead of in Corpus. She will be here until Thursday. She actually called last week and asked if she could stay with us. She even said she wanted to give us plenty of notice. LOL Well at least she is trying.  :)Okay now i have to give my 2 cents about</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129107/posts/default/107574898600540339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129107/posts/default/107574898600540339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellalunamadre.blogspot.com/index.html#107574898600540339' title=''/><author><name>Veronica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16796219563814218739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6129107.post-107560923991747713</id><published>2004-01-31T22:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-31T20:22:55.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>*smile*  The back pain is finally gone. yay! Went to Sears today to return our dead Shark sweeper. Very sad for me cause i loved that thing but it pooped out so fast i'm worried about buying another one. Maybe after a few weeks of sweeping the tile i'll break down and buy another. While we were there found some great clothes and shoes for the kids on clearance. Even got some stuff for Chris. He </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129107/posts/default/107560923991747713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129107/posts/default/107560923991747713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellalunamadre.blogspot.com/index.html#107560923991747713' title=''/><author><name>Veronica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16796219563814218739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6129107.post-107539885434597109</id><published>2004-01-29T11:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-29T09:56:38.373-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ha! Apparently i was wrong about the back pain i thought i was over. Shit shit shit. I let it get a teeny bit better and then busted my ass doing laundry and straightening up jewel &amp; portia's room. :(    And then Chris asked me to take a package to the post office this morning.  He sold his Star Wars laser disc collection on ebay. That thing was HEAVY. I'm having a hard time driving cause it </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129107/posts/default/107539885434597109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129107/posts/default/107539885434597109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellalunamadre.blogspot.com/index.html#107539885434597109' title=''/><author><name>Veronica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16796219563814218739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6129107.post-107538766342306424</id><published>2004-01-29T08:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-29T06:49:54.996-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ha Ha stupid tailgaters!! I am so sick of people riding my ass everywhere we go. So many people in this city are in such a hurry that they are willing to risk an accident rather than be safe. ugh. So this morning while some ass wipe was tailgating i had jewel cut on her light and wave out the back window at him. I guess it embarrassed him enough cause he backed off. He had many chances to pass me</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129107/posts/default/107538766342306424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129107/posts/default/107538766342306424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellalunamadre.blogspot.com/index.html#107538766342306424' title=''/><author><name>Veronica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16796219563814218739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6129107.post-107521526799639848</id><published>2004-01-27T08:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-27T06:57:05.903-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Haven't been back for a few days. My brother and his wife were here this weekend and then i screwed up my back. :(  waahhhhRick behaved but he was still bitchy. LOL He snapped a few times at his wife. He snapped once at Jewel while we were waiting for a table at Carrabba's. The look i gave him said everything. He turned to her and apologized.  Doesn't change anything the two little ones are </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129107/posts/default/107521526799639848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129107/posts/default/107521526799639848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellalunamadre.blogspot.com/index.html#107521526799639848' title=''/><author><name>Veronica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16796219563814218739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6129107.post-107488384553656283</id><published>2004-01-23T12:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-23T10:53:38.936-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Gosh it has been forever.  Well life has been busy but good. Jewel was sent home from school on Wednesday. The nurse said she was complaining of a sore throat, so she took a look at it. It was very red and jewel had also broke out in a rash. ugh. Right away i knew what it was because this is the 4th time it has happened to her. So i went to pick her up and the nurse asked if i was going to be </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129107/posts/default/107488384553656283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129107/posts/default/107488384553656283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellalunamadre.blogspot.com/index.html#107488384553656283' title=''/><author><name>Veronica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16796219563814218739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6129107.post-107185106384122586</id><published>2003-12-19T10:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-19T08:24:50.236-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oh my goodness. I'm horrible about keeping up with this blog. This week has been wicked busy. I've been busier than a one armed paper hanger. LOL  And on top of it i have been sick. YUCK. And i will have to make this entry short because i have to finish packing for our trip to KC. We are leaving this afternoon and driving all night *cyndi lauper breaking in I Drove all night to be with you* Chris</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129107/posts/default/107185106384122586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129107/posts/default/107185106384122586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellalunamadre.blogspot.com/index.html#107185106384122586' title=''/><author><name>Veronica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16796219563814218739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6129107.post-107161057378563592</id><published>2003-12-16T15:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-16T13:36:40.220-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oy Vey whatever i've got i made it worse by taking darn dayquil. I hate the way medicine makes me sleepy, twitchy and shaky all at the same time. It also managed to turn me into a total space cadet. I would forget my butt today if it wasn't screwed on. LOL  Ah at least i finished almost all of the xmas stuff.  I baked all the cookies i needed yesterday. Ordered marina's shoes this morning they </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129107/posts/default/107161057378563592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129107/posts/default/107161057378563592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellalunamadre.blogspot.com/index.html#107161057378563592' title=''/><author><name>Veronica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16796219563814218739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6129107.post-107153127847268683</id><published>2003-12-15T14:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-15T15:34:51.906-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My parents finally left yesterday afternoon. I felt like i was coming down with something so i got a little bitchy. I actually told my mother that she was mean and cold. Especially to me and her sister patti. My father kept making little remarks here and there and my mother finally told him to shut up. He also made comments about my weight, he said he was joking. Marina didn't care she told him </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129107/posts/default/107153127847268683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129107/posts/default/107153127847268683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellalunamadre.blogspot.com/index.html#107153127847268683' title=''/><author><name>Veronica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16796219563814218739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6129107.post-107133815469956064</id><published>2003-12-13T09:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-13T09:56:07.253-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well my mom sent me an email last night at 9:46 to let me know that they were coming here the next day (saturday). No they didn't ask if we had plans just said hey were coming. I am so pissed right now and so confused. My mom seems to get a cheap thrill out of pissing people off. So if i let her know that i am angry she will secretly be satisfied. But if i act like nothing is wrong then she knows</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129107/posts/default/107133815469956064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129107/posts/default/107133815469956064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellalunamadre.blogspot.com/index.html#107133815469956064' title=''/><author><name>Veronica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16796219563814218739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6129107.post-107090930198215842</id><published>2003-12-08T10:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-08T10:48:33.320-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Grrr..........I hate the weather here!!! I would kill to be back in Worcester right now. They got over a foot of snow this weekend. I love the snow and the cold. I am ready to freeze my butt off. I can't wait to spend xmas in kansas city. It will at least be cold and maybe if we get lucky we will see some snow. I am so sick of the weather going from hot to cold to hot. I dress in the morning in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129107/posts/default/107090930198215842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129107/posts/default/107090930198215842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellalunamadre.blogspot.com/index.html#107090930198215842' title=''/><author><name>Veronica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16796219563814218739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6129107.post-107089920255650243</id><published>2003-12-08T09:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-08T08:00:14.560-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>okay i updated a couple of days ago and it's all gone??? where in the world did it go??BAH Anyway it was a nice quiet weekend here. Friday Chris stayed home from work because he wasn't feeling well. He had been getting a headache everyday for like a week. He hardly ever had headaches and when he does it's usually a migrane. Well this was very different and it started to worry him. He was also </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129107/posts/default/107089920255650243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129107/posts/default/107089920255650243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellalunamadre.blogspot.com/index.html#107089920255650243' title=''/><author><name>Veronica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16796219563814218739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6129107.post-107055706255098186</id><published>2003-12-04T11:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-04T09:05:55.840-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well it has been a few days. LOL My brother wrote me back and asked me to please be understanding. He said i am the last person he wants angry with him. :(  I talked to his wife later in the evening and she tried to explain to me that he was just kidding. That he doesn't come across that way but that it is all meant in a joking manner and that if he realized he was hurting my feelings he would </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129107/posts/default/107055706255098186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129107/posts/default/107055706255098186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellalunamadre.blogspot.com/index.html#107055706255098186' title=''/><author><name>Veronica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16796219563814218739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6129107.post-107012962431413707</id><published>2003-11-29T10:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-29T10:13:53.896-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>well i sent the email to my brother. I hope he doesn't decide to call and bitch me out. And if he does i hope he decides to use my cell phone so that i can at least make use of the caller id. LOL Anyway i have to go grocery shopping and then i'm going to crochet. That always helps me zone out. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129107/posts/default/107012962431413707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129107/posts/default/107012962431413707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellalunamadre.blogspot.com/index.html#107012962431413707' title=''/><author><name>Veronica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16796219563814218739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6129107.post-107012673505050620</id><published>2003-11-29T08:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-29T09:25:44.526-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Okay i was gone for a few days. Ugh it felt like a month!!  I didn't want to use my mother's computer to update. I cannot imagine the shit fit she would have if she found this blog. Anyway my parents behaved pretty decent the last 3 days. They said a couple of things that kinda made me cringe but nothing i couldn't blow off.  My brother on the other hand OH MY GAWSH!!! i just finished writing him</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129107/posts/default/107012673505050620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129107/posts/default/107012673505050620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellalunamadre.blogspot.com/index.html#107012673505050620' title=''/><author><name>Veronica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16796219563814218739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6129107.post-106978626367286766</id><published>2003-11-25T12:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-25T10:53:41.380-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tomorrow we are heading to my parents house for Thanksgiving. Something I'm kind of dreading, *whine*. I'm afraid that my brother and my mother are going to end up arguing. A few months ago my mother and sister-in-law (Veronika) had a huge fight. My mother was being bitchy with veronika about the care she provides for my brother (when his ms medication fucks him up) and veronika lost it and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129107/posts/default/106978626367286766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129107/posts/default/106978626367286766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellalunamadre.blogspot.com/index.html#106978626367286766' title=''/><author><name>Veronica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16796219563814218739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6129107.post-106978069586359094</id><published>2003-11-25T11:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-25T09:18:24.316-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>testing</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129107/posts/default/106978069586359094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129107/posts/default/106978069586359094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellalunamadre.blogspot.com/index.html#106978069586359094' title=''/><author><name>Veronica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16796219563814218739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
