<?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-4949625780804398401</id><updated>2012-02-15T23:32:07.688-08:00</updated><category term='Moving'/><category term='Apartment'/><category term='I don&apos;t fucking know'/><category term='Pregnancy'/><category term='Contest'/><category term='Baby'/><category term='Sex'/><category term='Holiday'/><category term='Halloween'/><category term='Love'/><category term='Shopping'/><category term='Library'/><category term='Pics'/><category term='Birthday'/><category term='Weird'/><category term='Vertigo'/><category term='Makeup'/><category term='Mason'/><category term='Video'/><category term='House'/><category term='Pissed'/><category term='Amys Thoughts On'/><category term='Complaining'/><title type='text'>Momma-licious!</title><subtitle type='html'>Not your typical "mommy blog"!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omgitslittlet.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949625780804398401/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omgitslittlet.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12083389211899788520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cUbY07MMCrQ/SxfqDjCwFrI/AAAAAAAAAC4/KOaIoTbdpCo/S220/4.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>44</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4949625780804398401.post-4603693313897452712</id><published>2010-01-05T10:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T10:55:25.386-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid baby sites!</title><content type='html'>When Kota was born I made a website for family who don't live near us or are unable to come visit to see pics of him. I made it on &lt;a href="http://www.aboutmybaby.com/"&gt;www.aboutmybaby.com&lt;/a&gt;. Well, today I got an email from the site saying they will no longer be open and all sites and content will be deleted. Because of the economy they are no longer able to stay open. CRAP! Now I have to move all that site's content somewhere else. That was the best damn baby site host I ever found, and now they're leaving. Turds. I found another place that i'm working on building his site, on &lt;a href="http://www.totsites.com/"&gt;www.totsites.com&lt;/a&gt;. I'm getting aggrivated with having to move everything though. I don't save all the stuff on my laptop. I had it all uploaded on the AMB site and on a special photobucket, so nothing takes up space on my ancient laptop. Now I have to save everything back on here, and re-upload it on this new site. Ugh, how aggrivating. Then I have to email everyone who visits the site and let them know it's moving.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4949625780804398401-4603693313897452712?l=omgitslittlet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omgitslittlet.blogspot.com/feeds/4603693313897452712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://omgitslittlet.blogspot.com/2010/01/stupid-baby-sites.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949625780804398401/posts/default/4603693313897452712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949625780804398401/posts/default/4603693313897452712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omgitslittlet.blogspot.com/2010/01/stupid-baby-sites.html' title='Stupid baby sites!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12083389211899788520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cUbY07MMCrQ/SxfqDjCwFrI/AAAAAAAAAC4/KOaIoTbdpCo/S220/4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4949625780804398401.post-3224610424951458891</id><published>2010-01-04T09:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T10:12:54.174-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weird'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday'/><title type='text'>A very merry un-birthday, to me!</title><content type='html'>I feel like such an old fart. I'm now 24 years old. Sunday was my birthday. w00t?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom watched the little man while Mason and I went to the mall. I got new glasses, woohoo! We went to Lens Crafters and I picked out this really cute pair of pink glasses with sparkly rhinestones. I know, sounds tacky right? But they are so fucking awesome. After I pick the up i'll show you guys. They're friggin' sweet. :-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my first Ed Hardy shirt. I know, I know, again, sounds tacky. But I thought it was so cute and I had to have it! I finally got a pair of stiletto boots too. I've wanted a pair since forever. I got a few other shirts too. So my birthday was pretty decent. My parents got me a chocolate fudge cake. So good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I got a text message from a 503 area code. It started out normal then got weird...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;503: hey&lt;br /&gt;me: who is this&lt;br /&gt;503: Ryan who are you&lt;br /&gt;me: Amy, I think you have the wrong number&lt;br /&gt;503: how old are you?&lt;br /&gt;me: 24. again, you have the wrong number, bye.&lt;br /&gt;503:  cool wanna text chat?&lt;br /&gt;me: wtf no i'm blocking you now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then I blocked his number. It was weird. I've never 'gotten the wrong number' when texting. And even if I did, I don't think i'd try to make friends with the person, or flirt with them or whatever. I'm glad my phone has the block feature. I'm not really up to seeing what else Mr "Ryan" had to say...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4949625780804398401-3224610424951458891?l=omgitslittlet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omgitslittlet.blogspot.com/feeds/3224610424951458891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://omgitslittlet.blogspot.com/2010/01/very-merry-un-birthday-to-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949625780804398401/posts/default/3224610424951458891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949625780804398401/posts/default/3224610424951458891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omgitslittlet.blogspot.com/2010/01/very-merry-un-birthday-to-me.html' title='A very merry un-birthday, to me!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12083389211899788520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cUbY07MMCrQ/SxfqDjCwFrI/AAAAAAAAAC4/KOaIoTbdpCo/S220/4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4949625780804398401.post-2142799022562818116</id><published>2009-12-30T09:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T09:49:06.835-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holiday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday'/><title type='text'>Round 2, Xmas update!</title><content type='html'>So, as I said in my short other post, Kota had a decent Christmas. I guess. Before the holidays everyone was talking about how great it was going to be shopping for the baby and spoiling him with tons of gifts. But once it was time to open presents, everyone was like "Oh, well...we couldn't think of anything to get him, so here's a stuffed bear". Yeah. He got lots of diapers, stuffed bears, and $100 cash.&lt;br /&gt;I got a couple hundred dollars and a couple gift cards.&lt;br /&gt;We got our PS3. It was a used one. Guess what? It worked once, and then DIED. Go fucking figure. Mason's parents buy everything used. I'm not surprised that it broke. So we took it back to where they got it and got a brand new, never used, not a re-furb'd WII!!! I love the Wii! It's so awesome! :) The only games with played on our PS2 area Guitar Hero, we have everything for that on the PS2, so we don't really need and PS3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one thing I got for Christmas that I really didn't want, was a cold. Blah. I feel like poo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My birthday is this Sunday. I'll be 24. Man, i'm an old fart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4949625780804398401-2142799022562818116?l=omgitslittlet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omgitslittlet.blogspot.com/feeds/2142799022562818116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://omgitslittlet.blogspot.com/2009/12/round-2-xmas-update.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949625780804398401/posts/default/2142799022562818116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949625780804398401/posts/default/2142799022562818116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omgitslittlet.blogspot.com/2009/12/round-2-xmas-update.html' title='Round 2, Xmas update!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12083389211899788520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cUbY07MMCrQ/SxfqDjCwFrI/AAAAAAAAAC4/KOaIoTbdpCo/S220/4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4949625780804398401.post-3387494248308057422</id><published>2009-12-26T07:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T07:54:32.664-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holiday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pics'/><title type='text'>Christmas pics!</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://c4.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/134/m_ebe3ec8abe844e8789c009676f68cfdf.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://c2.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/127/m_2546b80ce27d4fc5a77bab2fb5fd9109.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://c1.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/134/m_bb9d140c6c264d27ba6978c38ebb95f4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll post more later! I didn't really get a lot of gifts, mostly money. People know i'm picky, haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope everyone had a wonderful holiday!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4949625780804398401-3387494248308057422?l=omgitslittlet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omgitslittlet.blogspot.com/feeds/3387494248308057422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://omgitslittlet.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-pics.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949625780804398401/posts/default/3387494248308057422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949625780804398401/posts/default/3387494248308057422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omgitslittlet.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-pics.html' title='Christmas pics!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12083389211899788520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cUbY07MMCrQ/SxfqDjCwFrI/AAAAAAAAAC4/KOaIoTbdpCo/S220/4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4949625780804398401.post-9196296029022948137</id><published>2009-12-23T09:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T09:44:21.268-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holiday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I don&apos;t fucking know'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Complaining'/><title type='text'>It's the most wonderful time of the year!</title><content type='html'>So i've been busting my ass all week cleaning the house for tomorrow (Xmas Eve) when we're having all of my family and all of May-son-ies family over. I've been going through boxes of stuff and putting a bunch of crap we don't need on CraigsList in the "free" section. Mason would probably kill me if he knew I was giving away stuff he paid for. But it's just JUNK! He goes out to flea markets and yardsales and buys JUNK! And then puts it in our spare room where it sits for months. This shit needs to GO NOW!!! Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow i'll probably still be cleaning up until the last minute and people are arriving. I'll be cooking too. I'm cooking a ham, side dishes and baking a red velvet cake (my favorite, screw everyone else lol). I was up till 2am last night cleaning. I got up at 8am this morning, fed Kota, and got right back to cleaning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of CraigsList, people on there are picky as fuck. They want everything for free, and they want it in brand new, still has the tags, great condition.&lt;br /&gt;Ya know what, I was feeling extra generous. I made two gift bags for babies. In the bags were: about 10 jars of babyfood (fruits, veggies, meats EVERYTHING! not expired either!), toys, shampoo, lotion, etc... I put them in two NICE diaper bags that I don't use. I posted an ad for them on CL. A very detailed ad. NOT  A SINGLE FREAKIN PERSON WANTED THEM. I'm giving away good, nice, clean, practicly brand new toys that Kota doesn't use, and FOOD, and not a single person was interested! I'm shocked! I figured someone would atleast respond and take the stuff and try to re-sell it, but nope. Not a word from anyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I put an ad for 3 free prom dresses. Davids Bridal brand for craps-sake! Size 2, 4 and 11 ( a little somethin for everyone lol).&lt;br /&gt;Again, no one responds. FREE DRESSES!! Expensive ass dresses, FREE!!! Barely worn! No stains, no tears. PERFECT. FREE. DRESSES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My niceness gets me no where.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just really want this stuff out of my house. I'm trying to be nice and give it away for free, but no one wants to take it. I don't want to throw it away. I guess if it's not gone by next week, then i'll donate it to Salvation Army or something.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4949625780804398401-9196296029022948137?l=omgitslittlet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omgitslittlet.blogspot.com/feeds/9196296029022948137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://omgitslittlet.blogspot.com/2009/12/its-most-wonderful-time-of-year.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949625780804398401/posts/default/9196296029022948137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949625780804398401/posts/default/9196296029022948137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omgitslittlet.blogspot.com/2009/12/its-most-wonderful-time-of-year.html' title='It&apos;s the most wonderful time of the year!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12083389211899788520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cUbY07MMCrQ/SxfqDjCwFrI/AAAAAAAAAC4/KOaIoTbdpCo/S220/4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4949625780804398401.post-9129894835594626171</id><published>2009-12-18T10:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T11:01:43.838-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby'/><title type='text'>Oh blog, how i've neglected you!</title><content type='html'>I've been so tired lately. My little beefcake is teething and its getting bad. He stays up till midnight or later sometimes, then wakes up at 8am. I still feel dead tired now matter how much sleep I get. He's just a real crabby patty. I feel bad for the little guy, but i'm so freakin tired. He's not happy in his swing, or his bed, or his bouncy seat, or on his tummy time mat. He's happy when I hold him, for like, 5 minutes, then he's crabby again.&lt;br /&gt;That damn baby orajel REALLY pisses him off! He likes teething rings, but only when their cold. Once its back to room temp he's crabby again. So we bought about 6 of the stupid things, so we always have one cold and ready.&lt;br /&gt;Ugh, I just want to be able to go to sleep at 9pm and wake up at 7 or 8 like usual. I wish those little white toothy demons would poke through, maybe then he wouldn't be such a crabass. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and Kota scarred the shit out of me this afternoon! I was in the bathroom straightening my hair, I had him sitting in his bouncy seat in the door way. He had a pacifier and a toy, and he was happy just sitting there playing. All of a sudden he started screaming. I look down, and he's turned the paci around and has gotten the 'button' part of it stuck in his mouth. He somehow wedged it in, and it wouldn't come back out! His mouth was stuck open and his little arms were flailing and he was screaming and crying. I picked him up and attempted to pull the stupid paci out, but it was stuck in there good, it was behind his gums. He couldn't open his mouth wide enough for me to pull it out. So I squeezed his chubby cheeks to try and get his mouth to open wider, and yanked it out. He cried for a few seconds and then was fine.&lt;br /&gt;This was the first time he's done that with this kind of paci (its a differant one than I usually give him).&lt;br /&gt;That bastard paci is now in the garbage.&lt;br /&gt;I cuddled him and kissed him for a little while and then sat him back in his seat. He started playing again like nothing ever happened. :-/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend we went to the Wire Grass outdoor mall and saw the Christmas tree light show. It was freakin' sweet. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://c3.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/137/m_005953adbd494901ad655dc852b69606.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://c1.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/129/m_edf7284629dc44a7902c76a23c22259c.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huge trees!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vids.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.individual&amp;amp;videoid=101482296"&gt;Xmas trees at Wire Grass&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="360"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://mediaservices.myspace.com/services/media/embed.aspx/m=101482296,t=1,mt=video"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://mediaservices.myspace.com/services/media/embed.aspx/m=101482296,t=1,mt=video" width="425" height="360" allowfullscreen="true" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/omgitslittlet"&gt;ღஐღ I ♥ my little family!ღஐღ&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://vids.myspace.com/"&gt;MySpace Video&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4949625780804398401-9129894835594626171?l=omgitslittlet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omgitslittlet.blogspot.com/feeds/9129894835594626171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://omgitslittlet.blogspot.com/2009/12/oh-blog-how-ive-neglected-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949625780804398401/posts/default/9129894835594626171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949625780804398401/posts/default/9129894835594626171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omgitslittlet.blogspot.com/2009/12/oh-blog-how-ive-neglected-you.html' title='Oh blog, how i&apos;ve neglected you!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12083389211899788520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cUbY07MMCrQ/SxfqDjCwFrI/AAAAAAAAAC4/KOaIoTbdpCo/S220/4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4949625780804398401.post-6546762641392225674</id><published>2009-12-11T08:51:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T08:58:42.848-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pissed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holiday'/><title type='text'>Christmas Gifts</title><content type='html'>Mason and his parents have been running around all week looking for a backwards compatible PS3. Mason is all excited because it's going to be his Xmas gift. So he's tellinge everyone else he wants PS3 games as gifts. We were talking last night and he was like "Wow, my parents are really going all out this Christmas! There spending a lot of money on gifts!!" I said "That's awesome, I can't wait to see what they're getting me if they got you a PS3!" and he looked at me and said "Oh....it's a 'joint gift', it's for both of us..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What?&lt;br /&gt;Why the fuck would I want a PS3 for Christmas? I was never even asked what I wanted. Mason has been talking about getting one for months, so now his parents are getting one for Xmas. Now I find out that because all Mason wants for the holidays is a PS3, that it's *my* gift too. Fantastic.&lt;br /&gt;How about instead of spending hundreds of dollars on this stupid thing, we just ask for money for rent. We can barely afford to pay our own bills! Now we'll have a game system we wont be able to buy games for. WONDERFUL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I want for Christmas is someone to watch the little beefcake for a few hours while I go get a mani/pedi or a massage, or something else equally relaxing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4949625780804398401-6546762641392225674?l=omgitslittlet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omgitslittlet.blogspot.com/feeds/6546762641392225674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://omgitslittlet.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-gifts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949625780804398401/posts/default/6546762641392225674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949625780804398401/posts/default/6546762641392225674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omgitslittlet.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-gifts.html' title='Christmas Gifts'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12083389211899788520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cUbY07MMCrQ/SxfqDjCwFrI/AAAAAAAAAC4/KOaIoTbdpCo/S220/4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4949625780804398401.post-3302350323411501456</id><published>2009-12-09T09:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T09:15:32.159-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pics'/><title type='text'>Half a year old!</title><content type='html'>I made a little slideshow to "celebrate" Kota being 6 months old yesterday (Tuesday). And yes, I know I spelled 'month' wrong at the end, but thats okay. And turn your speakers on, there is music too! I had a dream, while I was pregnant, and it was like a home movie looking dream. Of me holding a baby (couldn't see his face) and of our little family. And this song was playing in my dream. So I thought it would only be fitting to use it now! :) Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mAs3QwWIELo&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mAs3QwWIELo&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4949625780804398401-3302350323411501456?l=omgitslittlet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omgitslittlet.blogspot.com/feeds/3302350323411501456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://omgitslittlet.blogspot.com/2009/12/half-year-old.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949625780804398401/posts/default/3302350323411501456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949625780804398401/posts/default/3302350323411501456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omgitslittlet.blogspot.com/2009/12/half-year-old.html' title='Half a year old!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12083389211899788520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cUbY07MMCrQ/SxfqDjCwFrI/AAAAAAAAAC4/KOaIoTbdpCo/S220/4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4949625780804398401.post-7878437607129783592</id><published>2009-12-07T10:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T10:49:12.540-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby'/><title type='text'>All I want for Christmas...</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a244/YouMakeLifeSuck/DSC01750.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Kota had his 6 month checkup today. My suspicions were confirmed: he has two teeth coming in the (bottom) front. Poor teething baby! He's had trouble sleeping and has just been an all around crabby patty. :-/ His pedi said they'd probably break through before Christmas! Someone, please, stop this child from growing up. :( I don't want him to get teefers. I love his toothless smile! And he just wont seem like a baby any more!!! :( "Little kids" have teeth, not "babies". NOT BABIES!!!! waaaaaaaahhhh!!! :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;He got his vaccines again. Two shots and the oral vaccine stuff. Then I decided to get him his flu shot. He didn't even cry at first. He got the first two shots and just kind of got this confused look on his face. Then he got the third one and his face scrunched up and he opened his mouth. Before he could let out a cry I threw the pacifier in there lol! I picked him up and he was okay within a few seconds. My little trooper. ♥ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Today I went on a walk with the baby. He had his Pooh Bear in the stroller with him and he was "talking" to him the whole way! I decided to give jogging a try. I learned that mommy doesn't jog. Back in high school I ran on the track a lot (for fun, not on the team). That was back when I had more of an "athletic" figure to me. Now I have a "mommy" figure, and this mommy doesn't jog. I'd like to do this walking thing every day to get back in shape, but the Florida weather has been really shitty lately. Rainy all the time, and cold as hell (wait, that doesn't even make sense lol).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We got the tile finished in the kitchen. I'll post pics tomorrow or something. It's still a mess in there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a244/YouMakeLifeSuck/newsig.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4949625780804398401-7878437607129783592?l=omgitslittlet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omgitslittlet.blogspot.com/feeds/7878437607129783592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://omgitslittlet.blogspot.com/2009/12/all-i-want-for-christmas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949625780804398401/posts/default/7878437607129783592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949625780804398401/posts/default/7878437607129783592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omgitslittlet.blogspot.com/2009/12/all-i-want-for-christmas.html' title='All I want for Christmas...'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12083389211899788520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cUbY07MMCrQ/SxfqDjCwFrI/AAAAAAAAAC4/KOaIoTbdpCo/S220/4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4949625780804398401.post-7577680251236791247</id><published>2009-12-03T09:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T10:25:23.915-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby'/><title type='text'>Thankful to be a mommy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Why i'm thankful to be a Mommy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ I can work at home! Yeah, the pay kind of sucks. But the benefits are totally worth it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ Feeling the love for your baby is like no other feeling in the world! It's a natural high!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ I get to see his smiling face every morning! I love walking into his room and seeing his big goofy grin staring up at me. I'm as happy to see him as he is to see me. :-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ He makes me a better person. That sounds cheesy, I know, but it's true. I don't think i'd be where i'm at now if he weren't here!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ He makes every day worth living. He's the reason I get up every morning. Every day is a new adventure to him, and it's a good reminder to look at life the same way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ He's teaching me how to be a kid again. I get to be silly and make up silly songs and sing and dance. All to make him smile and laugh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all you other mommies, why are YOU thankful to be a mommy? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a244/YouMakeLifeSuck/newsig.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4949625780804398401-7577680251236791247?l=omgitslittlet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omgitslittlet.blogspot.com/feeds/7577680251236791247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://omgitslittlet.blogspot.com/2009/12/thankful-to-be-mommy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949625780804398401/posts/default/7577680251236791247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949625780804398401/posts/default/7577680251236791247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omgitslittlet.blogspot.com/2009/12/thankful-to-be-mommy.html' title='Thankful to be a mommy!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12083389211899788520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cUbY07MMCrQ/SxfqDjCwFrI/AAAAAAAAAC4/KOaIoTbdpCo/S220/4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4949625780804398401.post-8804280313090487855</id><published>2009-12-02T10:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T10:20:04.048-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I don&apos;t fucking know'/><title type='text'>Should I go there?</title><content type='html'>Ok, so i'm having major bloggers block. I wrote a new post, but i'm kind of iffy about posting it. I have it saved as a draft.&lt;br /&gt;It's about my dating history. It even includes pics of the guys. I'm kind of iffy on posting it because, well.... i'm just not sure. It's kind of putting everything out there. I know they'll probably never read it, but i'm not worried if they do. It's a really random blog, and i'm not sure how many people would be interested.&lt;br /&gt;Some of it is funny, some not so much. I just think it's something a lot of people could relate to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soooooo gimmie a few hours to think about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4949625780804398401-8804280313090487855?l=omgitslittlet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omgitslittlet.blogspot.com/feeds/8804280313090487855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://omgitslittlet.blogspot.com/2009/12/should-i-go-there.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949625780804398401/posts/default/8804280313090487855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949625780804398401/posts/default/8804280313090487855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omgitslittlet.blogspot.com/2009/12/should-i-go-there.html' title='Should I go there?'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12083389211899788520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cUbY07MMCrQ/SxfqDjCwFrI/AAAAAAAAAC4/KOaIoTbdpCo/S220/4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4949625780804398401.post-6197641376948774186</id><published>2009-11-30T10:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T10:59:33.910-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holiday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pics'/><title type='text'>Lots of pics!!</title><content type='html'>Man, did we have a busy weekend!! Thanksgiving was busy, and it was all down hill from there! We avoided going out on black Friday though. Except to Chic-Fil-A. The one down the road from us has these amazing Christmas Lights every year. So me, Mason, baby and my parents took the little guy to go see some awesome lights!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i49.tinypic.com/11136ac.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and baby in the parking lot with the Chic-Fil-A behind us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i45.tinypic.com/2nl7gh4.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i45.tinypic.com/20hkjtv.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy and baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went in and I got one of the holiday milkshakes: peppermint and chocolate chip! It was soooooo good!!! :-D One of the employees was giving all of the little kids balloons and he asked if we wanted one for baby. Mason was like "Nah, what the heck is he going to do with a balloon?" but I said "Hellz yes we'll take one!!". So Kota got his first balloon! :) He kept staring at it bob around. I tied it to his little wrist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i50.tinypic.com/1zv8rpf.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday we drove out to Spring Hill again to spend the weekend. We helped Mason's aunts put up their holiday decorations and lights. They cooked us some delicious Italian sausage (omg soooo good!!!).&lt;br /&gt;When we got home Sunday, Mason put up some lights outside and and put up the Christmas tree. I got to give him the surprise ornimate, yay! It's next to one of our other custom ornamates we had made a few years ago. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i46.tinypic.com/2wq4d2g.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And over the weekend we made a very special discovery! Kota is getting a tooth!!! Which would explain his crabbyness and extream dooling! Awww! I'm going to miss his toothless smile!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4949625780804398401-6197641376948774186?l=omgitslittlet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omgitslittlet.blogspot.com/feeds/6197641376948774186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://omgitslittlet.blogspot.com/2009/11/lots-of-pics.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949625780804398401/posts/default/6197641376948774186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949625780804398401/posts/default/6197641376948774186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omgitslittlet.blogspot.com/2009/11/lots-of-pics.html' title='Lots of pics!!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12083389211899788520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cUbY07MMCrQ/SxfqDjCwFrI/AAAAAAAAAC4/KOaIoTbdpCo/S220/4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i49.tinypic.com/11136ac_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4949625780804398401.post-2621312956368040844</id><published>2009-11-27T08:21:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T08:34:10.294-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holiday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mason'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pics'/><title type='text'>Thanksgiving pics!</title><content type='html'>We had a wonderful Thanksgiving, and I hope everyone else did too! :-D&lt;br /&gt;Kota had his first taste of real pumpkin pie and whipped cream! He loved it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i48.tinypic.com/2dgq25d.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pie face!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i49.tinypic.com/67tyqx.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and baby!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went out to lunch with my family for Thanksgiving. Kota got to sit in a resturant highchair for the first time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i48.tinypic.com/2qbi155.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i49.tinypic.com/v3kehz.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My toy, mine!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to Spring Hill to visit Mason's family. There we soooo many people at his aunt's house! Kota loved all the attention he was getting. He was worn out when we got home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i46.tinypic.com/ogb6o3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy, grandma, greatgrandma and baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i49.tinypic.com/w02tds.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, we are!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4949625780804398401-2621312956368040844?l=omgitslittlet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omgitslittlet.blogspot.com/feeds/2621312956368040844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://omgitslittlet.blogspot.com/2009/11/thanksgiving-pics.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949625780804398401/posts/default/2621312956368040844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949625780804398401/posts/default/2621312956368040844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omgitslittlet.blogspot.com/2009/11/thanksgiving-pics.html' title='Thanksgiving pics!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12083389211899788520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cUbY07MMCrQ/SxfqDjCwFrI/AAAAAAAAAC4/KOaIoTbdpCo/S220/4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i48.tinypic.com/2dgq25d_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4949625780804398401.post-1461701840668220413</id><published>2009-11-25T07:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T08:06:49.481-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holiday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pics'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a244/YouMakeLifeSuck/DSC01656.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Of course i'm also thankful for family, friends and my hubby. But I feel espeically blessed this year to have my adorable little Dakota here with us!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;You will now be graced with his uber cuteness!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i835.photobucket.com/albums/zz278/MemoriesOfDakota/5%20Months%20Old/DSC01669-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;My little collector!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i835.photobucket.com/albums/zz278/MemoriesOfDakota/4%20Months%20Old/DSC01627-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having a "blah" kind of day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://c4.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/19/m_5b5fb344bc264d8fbba1f116b3514677.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Don't be fooled little guy, mommy is always watching!!!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to wish everyone a Happy and Blessed Thanksgiving! I'll be gone alllllll day tomorrow, stuffing my face!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a244/YouMakeLifeSuck/siggy.png"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4949625780804398401-1461701840668220413?l=omgitslittlet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omgitslittlet.blogspot.com/feeds/1461701840668220413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://omgitslittlet.blogspot.com/2009/11/of-course-im-also-thankful-for-family.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949625780804398401/posts/default/1461701840668220413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949625780804398401/posts/default/1461701840668220413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omgitslittlet.blogspot.com/2009/11/of-course-im-also-thankful-for-family.html' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12083389211899788520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cUbY07MMCrQ/SxfqDjCwFrI/AAAAAAAAAC4/KOaIoTbdpCo/S220/4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i835.photobucket.com/albums/zz278/MemoriesOfDakota/5%20Months%20Old/th_DSC01669-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4949625780804398401.post-7687379457384306803</id><published>2009-11-24T09:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T09:54:12.125-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pics'/><title type='text'>New pants!</title><content type='html'>I went to Ross and got two pairs of pants the other day. Both Levi's. I've never owned Levi's. I love them, I should of been buying this brand years ago!! I'm happy that I now have pants that actually fit, instead of my pre-pregnancy pants! w00t!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We get to have two Thanksgivings on Thursday! We're going out with my family to celebrate, then we're heading to Spring Hill to go to Mason's aunts house. We always have fun up there. :) The only problem is we may have to drive his mom and grandma back to Tampa with us, which I really, REALLY don't want to do. We would just spend the weekend up there, but we're tiling the kitchen counter and putting insulation in the attic. We've already done half of the counter, and it looks fabulous! It's beautiful black tile! I'll post pics when it's done!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG soon Kota will be 6 months old. SIX FREAKIN MONTHS OLD!! That's halfway to a year!! I can't believe it's been that long already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From itty-bitty:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://c1.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/96/m_5bc4d3e6c3fc4663b4da73a72a1a5d68.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To "big boy":&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://c1.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/32/m_92bcfc31f4e14156972108c88e7d9ebc.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://c4.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/75/m_0a4b0934bc9142938a09a3e45197a2c7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He's growing up so fast!!! My precious little man ♥ ♥ ♥ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a244/YouMakeLifeSuck/siggy.png" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4949625780804398401-7687379457384306803?l=omgitslittlet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omgitslittlet.blogspot.com/feeds/7687379457384306803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://omgitslittlet.blogspot.com/2009/11/new-pants.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949625780804398401/posts/default/7687379457384306803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949625780804398401/posts/default/7687379457384306803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omgitslittlet.blogspot.com/2009/11/new-pants.html' title='New pants!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12083389211899788520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cUbY07MMCrQ/SxfqDjCwFrI/AAAAAAAAAC4/KOaIoTbdpCo/S220/4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4949625780804398401.post-738980267210819651</id><published>2009-11-23T12:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T09:31:44.001-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I don&apos;t fucking know'/><title type='text'>Meet Agent Boner!</title><content type='html'>Word of warning, you may want to make sure the kids are out of the room before looking at this. Or heck, it may be a good time to teach them about anatomy. I'll leave that up to you....&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here we go!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i45.tinypic.com/2u8ctjk.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: left;"&gt;No, you don't have to adjust your computer screen. It &lt;i&gt;*is* &lt;/i&gt;what you think it is.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: left;"&gt;A frog with a giant penis. Yep.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: left;"&gt;Now i'm sure you're wondering why, oh why, I am now the proud(?) owner of this fine piece of...whatever. Art? Anyway. It was a gift. From my in-laws. Yep.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: left;"&gt;I collect frogs (specifically, tree frogs). I'm not manic or anything, it's not like I have a huge collection. I just have 3 stuffed ones (stuffed animals, not like, taxidermist stuffed!) and a metal wall art thingy of one. I think they're cute. :)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: left;"&gt;But I draw the line at frogs with boners. I don't know what was running through my in-law's heads when they saw this. What made them say "OMG, Amy would LOVE this! We must buy it!" They seriously thought it was the bee's knees when they brought it to me. They were so excited, and thought it was hilarious. I was just kind of like "Oh, wow....thanks(?) Um...how...funny. Yeah.... *whispering to hubby* &lt;i&gt;where the fuck am I going to put this?!"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: left;"&gt;Now i'm trying to figure out if it's one of those things that you hide in the closet and only take out to display when you know the person who gave it to you is coming over. Or do I just shove it in the back of the closet, never to be seen again? Quite honestly I just feel awkward having it in my home. Heaven forbid, when Kota gets more mobile, he gets his hands on it. And anyone with a baby knows that what gets in the hands, goes in the mouth.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: left;"&gt;Oh sweet Jesus pants that would be bad!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: left;"&gt;I named this quirky little guy Agent Boner. While the in-laws were still here, chatting about...who knows, I had a murder mystery show on TV and the detective that was on there happened to be called Agent Boner. So I named froggy-with-big-wiener Agent Boner. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ya know, when I was 16 I probably would of found this hilarious. But i'm almost 24. Married. With a baby. Now it's just awkward. And trust me, I have a sick sense of humor and a dirty mind. But this, &lt;i&gt;this&lt;/i&gt; is just WEIRD! I don't know what to do with the damn thing. I'd feel dirty and creepy trying to sell it, or even &lt;i&gt;give&lt;/i&gt; it to someone else.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: left;"&gt;I went to Google to try and look it up on there and see who made it or what exactly it's for (Father in Law said I could sit it near the sink and put my rings on it when I wash dishes! *shudder*) But I feel like such a perv going to Google and typing in "Frog with boner" "Frog with big penis" even "Ceramic frog with boner" shit just any variation of that just weirds me out.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: left;"&gt;Stupid fucking frog.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a244/YouMakeLifeSuck/siggy.png" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4949625780804398401-738980267210819651?l=omgitslittlet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omgitslittlet.blogspot.com/feeds/738980267210819651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://omgitslittlet.blogspot.com/2009/11/meet-agent-boner.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949625780804398401/posts/default/738980267210819651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949625780804398401/posts/default/738980267210819651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omgitslittlet.blogspot.com/2009/11/meet-agent-boner.html' title='Meet Agent Boner!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12083389211899788520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cUbY07MMCrQ/SxfqDjCwFrI/AAAAAAAAAC4/KOaIoTbdpCo/S220/4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i45.tinypic.com/2u8ctjk_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4949625780804398401.post-50373495853422704</id><published>2009-11-18T07:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T09:32:17.782-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pissed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Contest'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby'/><title type='text'>Not of age?</title><content type='html'>I was heading to Dairy Queen last night when hubby called me and asked me to pick him up some ciggies while I was out. I was driving right past Wallyworld, so I decided to just pull in there and get them. I wait in their infamous long as hell line. Go up to the counter, ask for a pack of Newports. She asks for my ID, I give her my ID. She types in my birth date. Then tells me i've been declined.&lt;div&gt;What?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I tell her &lt;i&gt;I'm almost 24 years old, how am I declined?&lt;/i&gt; So she puts in my birth date again. Again it says i'm declined. Apparently i'm not of age. I tell her to put it in AGAIN. It's 1/3/86. &lt;i&gt;Damnit do you want ME to do it?!&lt;/i&gt; She said she can't do it any more and she cannot sell me the Newports.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BITCH!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ugh. So I go around the corner to a liquor store. I got the Newports there. EIGHT FUCKING DOLLARS! Sweet Jesus Pants. I tell the cashier dude there about my Wallyworld dilemma and he just laughs and asks to see my ID. No problems there. I don't know what the idiot at Walmart was doing, I don't think &lt;i&gt;she&lt;/i&gt; even knew what she was doing. I thought maybe they raised the age limit of buying cigs to like, 30 or something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stupid Walmart bitch. Makin me look like an asshat. Everyone in the line behind me was giving me the death stare. They probably thought I had a fake ID or something! Ugh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;IN OTHER NEWS!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The finalist for Baby Idol will be announced later today! Everyone keep your fingers crossed that Kota is one of them!!!!! :-D&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a244/YouMakeLifeSuck/siggy.png" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4949625780804398401-50373495853422704?l=omgitslittlet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omgitslittlet.blogspot.com/feeds/50373495853422704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://omgitslittlet.blogspot.com/2009/11/not-of-age.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949625780804398401/posts/default/50373495853422704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949625780804398401/posts/default/50373495853422704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omgitslittlet.blogspot.com/2009/11/not-of-age.html' title='Not of age?'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12083389211899788520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cUbY07MMCrQ/SxfqDjCwFrI/AAAAAAAAAC4/KOaIoTbdpCo/S220/4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4949625780804398401.post-7459109084220137610</id><published>2009-11-17T10:04:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T09:32:48.001-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pics'/><title type='text'>Fuzzy mothman and turkey baby</title><content type='html'>Sunday morning hubby was outside smoking and come running in and told me to come outside and "see this awesome moth!". When I think of moths, the word "awesome" isn't usually associated with it... But when I saw it, I had to admit, it was a pretty awesome moth. It was big. And hairy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i35.tinypic.com/2agqbs0.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i37.tinypic.com/b5mo1w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm sure it's harmless. Besides eating your clothes. But you know if that thing would of flown at me I probably would of shit my pants and ran. :-/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I made Kota's Thanksgiving babylegs today. They are so cute! They match his Thanksgiving onesie perfectly! Good job, Mommy! :-D So I decided to work on his 1st Thanksgiving pics too. He didn't want to cooperate, he just wanted to play with the pumpkin and drool everywhere.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i33.tinypic.com/2j1x4ra.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i37.tinypic.com/3145o2f.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Silly baby, lol! :) ♥ I'll probably get some better pics this weekend. I want to make Thanksgiving  cards for his grandparents. I was looking at some fall leaves decorations at Walmart, thinking it'd be cute to have him sitting in the leaves for his pictures. Then I looked at the price tag. $7.99. Eight friggin' dollars for a strand of fake leaves!!! I don't think so, scooter!!! I'll gather some up from outside and rinse them off and use those, it's cheaper. :-P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a244/YouMakeLifeSuck/siggy.png"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4949625780804398401-7459109084220137610?l=omgitslittlet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omgitslittlet.blogspot.com/feeds/7459109084220137610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://omgitslittlet.blogspot.com/2009/11/fuzzy-mothman-and-turkey-baby.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949625780804398401/posts/default/7459109084220137610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949625780804398401/posts/default/7459109084220137610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omgitslittlet.blogspot.com/2009/11/fuzzy-mothman-and-turkey-baby.html' title='Fuzzy mothman and turkey baby'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12083389211899788520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cUbY07MMCrQ/SxfqDjCwFrI/AAAAAAAAAC4/KOaIoTbdpCo/S220/4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i35.tinypic.com/2agqbs0_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4949625780804398401.post-8292381880938028868</id><published>2009-11-16T10:16:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T09:34:04.592-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pissed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shopping'/><title type='text'>Stupid debit card. Stupid Taco Bell!</title><content type='html'>So I got a call yesterday evening from the library telling me my books were over-due. So today I took them back. On the drive home I passed by a salon/spa that does waxing. So I did a quick U-ie and went to get my brow's waxed! :) After a lovely (and painful) wax, I whip out my debit card to pay. The lady tells me they only take credit. I said she could run it as credit and it'd work too. So after about 10 swipes, she tells me my card is being declined. AHHHHH!!! So I give her my car keys and run across the street to a Micky D's to use their ATM.&lt;div&gt;OUT OF ORDER!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;FUCK! So I bought a vanilla iced coffee and got $40 cash back. Go pay the waxer lady and go on my way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next stop was Taco Bell because I was hungry. Duh. I get a chicken burrito and a large diet Pepsi. Go through the drive-thru, hand the lady my debit card. DECLINED. Again! So I pay with cash.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Munchin on my burrito as I pull into Wallyworld. Head to their ATM, pull out $40 (so I don't look like an asshat at the register if my card is declined again) and get what I came for. Which was:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Herbal Essences Tousle Me Softly shampoo and conditioner (never used it before! if you have, tell me if it works or not!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Clean &amp;amp; Clear foaming facial cleanser&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aquafina Advaned Hydration exfoliating facial scrub (LOVE THIS STUFF!! it's hard to find though!!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Venus Spa Breeze razor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;New makeup train-case storage thingy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Latest Teen Vogue&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and tampons (w00t?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I get home, log on to my bank's website to check my balance and make sure I haven't over drafted or anything. It says I still have $101 in my account, and it shows all the transactions I made today (McDonalds and the ATM at Walmart).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stupid freakin waxer lady and Taco Bell! I wonder why my card wouldn't work there? Grrr... Makin' me look like an asshat. :-/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a244/YouMakeLifeSuck/siggy.png"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4949625780804398401-8292381880938028868?l=omgitslittlet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omgitslittlet.blogspot.com/feeds/8292381880938028868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://omgitslittlet.blogspot.com/2009/11/stupid-debit-card-stupid-taco-bell.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949625780804398401/posts/default/8292381880938028868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949625780804398401/posts/default/8292381880938028868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omgitslittlet.blogspot.com/2009/11/stupid-debit-card-stupid-taco-bell.html' title='Stupid debit card. Stupid Taco Bell!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12083389211899788520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cUbY07MMCrQ/SxfqDjCwFrI/AAAAAAAAAC4/KOaIoTbdpCo/S220/4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4949625780804398401.post-8815458366927406401</id><published>2009-11-13T09:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T09:34:20.069-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vertigo'/><title type='text'>I'm at a place called VERTIGO!</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 16px; font-family:Arial, Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: Arial, Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 3px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.webmd.com/brain/tc/dizziness-lightheadedness-and-vertigo-topic-overview" onclick="return sl(this,'','embd-lnk');" style="text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;Vertigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;is the feeling that you or your environment is moving when no movement occurs. Imprecisely called dizziness, the term vertigo is the specific term used to describe an illusion of movement. Unlike nonspecific lightheadedness or dizziness, vertigo has relatively few causes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h3 style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 13px; margin-top: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;Vertigo Causes&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: Arial, Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 3px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;Vertigo can be caused by problems in the brain or the inner ear.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: Arial, Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 3px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: Arial, Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 3px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;Back when I was in high school, and for a few years when I was working, I'd get this dizziness when i'd get up in the morning. My alarm would go off, i'd get up and get this really warm feeling, the room would spin and i'd feel really disoriented. I'd sit or lay back down for a minute or two, and i'd be fine. It hasn't really happened in a few years, maybe once in a blue moon. But last night was HORRIBLE.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hubby's alarm went off at 4am. I woke up and was super thirsty. And it felt HOT AS HELL in our bedroom. I was sweaty and uncomfortable. So I got up to go get a drink and check to see what the temp was in the house. I stood up and the room was spinning. So I sat back down. I got back up when I felt okay and the room started spinning again. I was like &lt;i&gt;Ok, i'm just going to the kitchen, i'll be okay.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;WRONG!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I started walking down the hall, and the room was not only spinning, but it felt like it was tilting to the right. So i'm going down the hall, leaning on the wall because it felt like I was going to fall over if I stood up straight. I check the temp, it was 74 degrees. I was sweating. I stumbled into the kitchen, got a drink, stumbled back to bed. I felt like I was going to puke. So off to the bathroom I went. But once I got there, the nausea was gone. So I started my stumble back to the bedroom, and I felt like I was going to puke &lt;i&gt;again.&lt;/i&gt; Back to the bathroom. I tried to make myself throw up, thinking that if I did then I would feel better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WRONG AGAIN!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then Kota woke up. He had heard Mason's alarm going off and woke up. And he was hungry. I was thinking &lt;i&gt;Crap, I can't pick him up feeling like this! What if I fall down?!&lt;/i&gt; So I made daddy get up and feed and change baby. I went back to bed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mason came in and woke me up asking if I needed him to stay home from work. I told him no, just let me rest and i'd be fine. He asked if I had been drinking. &lt;i&gt;WHAT? Drinking?!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The asshat of the year award goes to my lovely hubby. Yes, I totally drank that bottle of vodka that magically appeared in our home. Grrr.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So Kota let me sleep in till about 8:30, when he woke up hungry again. I got up, thinking i'd be okay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wrong. Yet again. *sigh*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So i'm stumbling around the house trying to find my cellphone to call my mom and ask her to come over and take care of the baby because i'm terrified that i'm going to fall down while i'm holding him. Or puke on him (eww). My mom wasn't home. She was at the store with my grandma across town. FUCK! I don't know anyone else that could of came over to help. Mason works an hour away. So I got baby's bottle ready, and instead of sitting in the livingroom or in our bedroom to feed him, I just put the side of his crib down, pull him out and sit on the floor next to his bed and feed him. Go figure, that after he ate, he didn't want to go back to sleep. So I put him in his swing, and went back to bed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My mom got home about an hour later and came over and took care of him. I didn't feel better till about 12 this afternoon. And even now, I still feel a little dizzy, but the room is no longer spinning or tilting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;never&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; gotten that bad before. I could literally &lt;i&gt;see&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;feel&lt;/i&gt; the room spinning and tilting. In my mind I knew that it wasn't, but I could still see and feel it happening. Very strange and disturbing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I was feeling better I explained to my mom what had happened in detail and she asked if this was the first time it had happened. I said no, but this is the worst it's ever been. Usually it's just feeling dizzy and really warm and goes away rather quickly after sitting back down. She told me that her and my dad have had the same problem and they both went to the doctor and it was diagnosed as Vertigo. She said that I should of said something sooner. I always thought that I was just getting up too fast and it happened to everyone. Apparently I was wrong (noticing a pattern here? lol).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My mom said she'd take me to the Dr to see if there is anything they can do, but i'm not ready to go yet. If it happens again today or tomorrow, or I still feel kind of dizzy tomorrow, i'll go. If this starts happening more frequently, i'll have to go. I can't raise a 5 month old by being in bed all the time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But of course now that i'm feeling better, baby wants to take a nap. :-/ Guess i'll go wash dishes or do something productive. Or just take another nap. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a244/YouMakeLifeSuck/siggy.png"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4949625780804398401-8815458366927406401?l=omgitslittlet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omgitslittlet.blogspot.com/feeds/8815458366927406401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://omgitslittlet.blogspot.com/2009/11/im-at-place-called-vertigo.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949625780804398401/posts/default/8815458366927406401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949625780804398401/posts/default/8815458366927406401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omgitslittlet.blogspot.com/2009/11/im-at-place-called-vertigo.html' title='I&apos;m at a place called VERTIGO!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12083389211899788520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cUbY07MMCrQ/SxfqDjCwFrI/AAAAAAAAAC4/KOaIoTbdpCo/S220/4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4949625780804398401.post-1671671880415229374</id><published>2009-11-12T19:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T19:47:04.346-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Contest'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby'/><title type='text'>Vote for Kota!</title><content type='html'>I entered Kota in our local radio stations "Baby Idol" contest! The winning baby gets a $3,000 savings bond and mommy and daddy (and bebe) get a two night hotel stay at the beach! You know my little man is a kuh-yoo-tee, so go vote!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tampabaysmix.com/pages/babyidol/vote2.html"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a244/YouMakeLifeSuck/l_a94afbf3b38848b18cfdbf6a6597fa-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: left;"&gt;** He's Dakota #1, obviously. And you'll have to enter your email address to vote, then check your email, and click the link it sends you to confirm your vote and make sure it's not a spam-bot who's voting. You won't get any spam, I pwomise! :) **&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4949625780804398401-1671671880415229374?l=omgitslittlet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omgitslittlet.blogspot.com/feeds/1671671880415229374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://omgitslittlet.blogspot.com/2009/11/vote-for-kota.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949625780804398401/posts/default/1671671880415229374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949625780804398401/posts/default/1671671880415229374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omgitslittlet.blogspot.com/2009/11/vote-for-kota.html' title='Vote for Kota!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12083389211899788520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cUbY07MMCrQ/SxfqDjCwFrI/AAAAAAAAAC4/KOaIoTbdpCo/S220/4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4949625780804398401.post-6172377999038942265</id><published>2009-11-12T10:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T09:34:29.084-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Moving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pics'/><title type='text'>$Cha-Ching!$</title><content type='html'>Alrighty people, I did something I don't get to do very often. It's something I think everyone should do once a month (if possible)...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SHOP! For yourself! I mean balls to the wall, &lt;i&gt;see it. want it. buy it.  &lt;b&gt;SHOPPING!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It feels so good. I needed to get that out of my system. Ok, now that i'm back to broke, i'll be good for another month. Maybe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But, I did get two things I swore i'd never buy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. A plaid shirt. Can we say 'redneck chic'? I always made fun of those shirts. But I found one that was uber cute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Leggings. Another thing I hated! Till I bought a shirt/dress a few weeks ago that would look perfect with leggings. So now I own some.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My first stop was good 'ol Walmart! I hit the clearance rack and the makeup section! I got my leggings from Walmart (Miley Cyrus brand, hahaha)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i35.tinypic.com/2mr5dzn.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My "bat wing" sweater type thingy. I'm not really sure the actual name for those kinds of sleeves, but they remind me a bat wings, so i'm going with that. :-P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i33.tinypic.com/wk693p.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grey pants, straight leg. I bought them in Khaki too. All of my pre-pregnancy jeans were too big, so I tried on a pair that were two sizes smaller than I used to wear. They fit. W00t!! So I bought two pairs! :) When I got home I put them on and as I was walking around the house, they started to fall down. Maybe I need a smaller size, still? ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i38.tinypic.com/8wa0qs.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 things from Hard Candy: a lipstick, a colored lipgloss that came with a free lipliner, mascara and Cover Girl eyeliner. I've tried both the lipsticks and they are both AWESOME! Plus I love the tube!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i37.tinypic.com/30923hs.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;And then, at the mall, Charlotte Russe was havinga $4.99 clearance sale. So I got...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i38.tinypic.com/534eah.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;My one and only plaid shirt! :-D&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i36.tinypic.com/dnjzom.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cute blue stretchy ruffly shirt. My camera kind of screwed up the color, but thats ok, you get the idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i35.tinypic.com/rl03fc.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;A mix of accesories I got from Charlotte Russe and The Icing (they were having their 5 for $10 sale!)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;And my last stop was the custom ornament kiosk in the mall! Mason and I got one made in 2006 when we first got together. I figured, since we have a little family now, it was time to get another one. So i'm going to surprise him with it once we put up our tree! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i35.tinypic.com/23ro3zd.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: left;"&gt;Oh, and I have like, the best news EVAR! We don't have to move!!!!!!!!!!! The landlord agreed to lower our rent to $750!!!! WOOHOO!!!!!!!!! No apartment living for us!! :-D&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a244/YouMakeLifeSuck/siggy.png"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4949625780804398401-6172377999038942265?l=omgitslittlet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omgitslittlet.blogspot.com/feeds/6172377999038942265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://omgitslittlet.blogspot.com/2009/11/cha-ching.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949625780804398401/posts/default/6172377999038942265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949625780804398401/posts/default/6172377999038942265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omgitslittlet.blogspot.com/2009/11/cha-ching.html' title='$Cha-Ching!$'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12083389211899788520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cUbY07MMCrQ/SxfqDjCwFrI/AAAAAAAAAC4/KOaIoTbdpCo/S220/4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i35.tinypic.com/2mr5dzn_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4949625780804398401.post-5586837437737671294</id><published>2009-11-11T07:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T08:14:17.523-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Moving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Apartment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='House'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pics'/><title type='text'>Ah moving we shall go!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;So we've settled on two apartment complexs. One is the townhouse and another is a 3 bedroom apartment. We also found a &lt;em&gt;house&lt;/em&gt; we're going to go look at tonight at 6pm. They're asking $950 on rent, but, they're willing to go to $750 "if they like us and thing we'll be good renters". *rolling eyes* $750 would be great for a house! I hope they like us. I mean, what's not to like? We're a quiet little family. Most of the time....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So since we are for sure moving, i'm having a moving sale this weekend to get rid of a lot of junk we have. Plus Kota's grandma is getting him a walker for Christmas. Just what we need. A baby flying around the house knocking crap over, lol! So i'm selling a lot of the breakable knick-knacks we have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I think Kota needs a hair cut. Poor baby's hair is starting to get really long, and it hangs down in his eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://c2.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/96/l_e02556729aa84311b2495282369ca7fd.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;That's after a bath. I "spiked" his hair, haha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4949625780804398401-5586837437737671294?l=omgitslittlet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omgitslittlet.blogspot.com/feeds/5586837437737671294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://omgitslittlet.blogspot.com/2009/11/ah-moving-we-shall-go.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949625780804398401/posts/default/5586837437737671294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949625780804398401/posts/default/5586837437737671294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omgitslittlet.blogspot.com/2009/11/ah-moving-we-shall-go.html' title='Ah moving we shall go!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12083389211899788520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cUbY07MMCrQ/SxfqDjCwFrI/AAAAAAAAAC4/KOaIoTbdpCo/S220/4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4949625780804398401.post-6499372486586363484</id><published>2009-11-09T11:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T11:20:45.549-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mason'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Apartment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pics'/><title type='text'>Weekend updates!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Saturday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something amazing happened! Kota sat up on his own!!! :-D I had him propped up with pillows on the bed and I was getting ready to go to the mall, and he kept trying to sit up (he's been doing this for a few weeks now). He stiffens his arms and balls up his little fists and strains to sit up. This time HE DID IT!!! He sat up!!! He was a little wobbly and eventually fell over, but omg, he sat up!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i37.tinypic.com/260d92g.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Of course, right before I took the pic he started to fall forward, so I have my hand ready to catch him. LOL!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm so proud of my little guy *tear* he's becoming a big boy!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Sunday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Another big event! Kota turned 5 months old! YAY!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i36.tinypic.com/2lxifti.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My big boy and daddy!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i37.tinypic.com/jja24p.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;We also went to look at a few townhouses and apartments this weekend. We saw one that was HUGE and I loved it. Of course, Mason hated it. He said we couldn't fit our couch in the front door, so it was out of the question. He said we'd go look at these townhomes his grandma used to live in because they were really nice and cheap. So while he was at work today, my mom and I went to go look. I'm not impressed. There's no gym, no washer/dryer hookup so you have to use their laundry room ($1.50 a load) and it just doesn't seem that big to me. Plus they have closed in porches, but your porch is connected to someone elses, only divided by a screen. That would be kind of awkward. Mason smokes, so what if he goes onto the porch to smoke, and the person next door doesn't? That could mean problems. The townhouse itsself isn't horrible. It's bigger than our house now, but I don't know, it just kind of feels weird to me. We'll see I guess. At least there is a pool and playground there! I guess I could go jogging around instead of using a gym. Or I could just sneak and get a gym membership somewhere else! ;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;What's really good though, is that the townhouse we'd get is one on the end of the building. So there would only be other people on one side of us. Which is what we wanted! :-D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4949625780804398401-6499372486586363484?l=omgitslittlet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omgitslittlet.blogspot.com/feeds/6499372486586363484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://omgitslittlet.blogspot.com/2009/11/weekend-updates.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949625780804398401/posts/default/6499372486586363484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949625780804398401/posts/default/6499372486586363484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omgitslittlet.blogspot.com/2009/11/weekend-updates.html' title='Weekend updates!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12083389211899788520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cUbY07MMCrQ/SxfqDjCwFrI/AAAAAAAAAC4/KOaIoTbdpCo/S220/4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i37.tinypic.com/260d92g_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4949625780804398401.post-6157064998954150183</id><published>2009-11-07T20:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T20:45:35.501-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Apartment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Makeup'/><title type='text'>New makeup and townhouses!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So at Wallyworld the other day, I was farting around in the makeup section and I stumbled upon Wet -N- Wild, a brand I haven't used since I was probably in middle school. That was the first brand of makeup I ever started using, because it was cheap! ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;They had new eyeshadow's:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.wnwbeauty.com/cosmetics/eyes/eyeshadow/images/MegaEyesTrio.gif" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;® Eyeshadow Trios&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;"A must have for alluring eyes! This award-winning eye makeup compact contains three complementary eye shadow shades that blend together to highlight and define your eyes. Use one shade or all three shades to create your own personal look!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 18px;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;They were only&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; $3 (I believe I could be wrong, hubby paid for it, not me lol). I got &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Venetian Violets and Mojave Mauves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm really surprised! I use the mauves today. I did my makeup around 9am this morning and it's lasted all day, till about 10:30pm when I took a shower and took off my makeup! It did't crease or smear. It faded a very little bit, but still looked fantastic!! For the price, i'm very impressed! :-D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I also convinced hubby to go view a town house. Tomorrow we're going around 1pm. I was on http://www.apartmentratings.com and I looked up our old apartments. 21% of people would recomment living there. How horrible is that?! I looked up the complex we're going to go view tomorrow, and 70% of people would recommend living there. Much better! We'll see how we like it!! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4949625780804398401-6157064998954150183?l=omgitslittlet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omgitslittlet.blogspot.com/feeds/6157064998954150183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://omgitslittlet.blogspot.com/2009/11/new-makeup-and-townhouses.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949625780804398401/posts/default/6157064998954150183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949625780804398401/posts/default/6157064998954150183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omgitslittlet.blogspot.com/2009/11/new-makeup-and-townhouses.html' title='New makeup and townhouses!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12083389211899788520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cUbY07MMCrQ/SxfqDjCwFrI/AAAAAAAAAC4/KOaIoTbdpCo/S220/4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4949625780804398401.post-3727699176635602990</id><published>2009-11-06T09:49:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T10:05:31.839-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pics'/><title type='text'>Shop till....the baby starts crying.</title><content type='html'>Read my other blog from today! &lt;a href="http://omgitslittlet.blogspot.com/2009/11/husbands-are-dumb.html"&gt;Click here!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I took my stuff to Plato's Closet. I got $32. Not even worth half of what I paid for the stuff I gave. But whatever. I need winter clothes. So what did I get?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not winter clothes! Ok, maybe one sweater type thing, but no jackets or long sleeved shirts. Not even any shoes! I just couldn't find any I like!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I did get 4 really cute shirts! :-D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wet Seal - $4&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://i33.tinypic.com/2yvjqky.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Forever 21 - $3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://i38.tinypic.com/igz2w1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(My fave!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Takara - $7&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://i36.tinypic.com/fn73n7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lux - $6&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://i33.tinypic.com/10shraa.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yay for new shirts! The blue one fits a little small in the chest area (damn you, breasticles!) but thats okay I guess...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And no, i'm not trying to really model, I was just being goofy. :-P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was at The Closet for about an hour. Kota started to get crabby so I decided it was time to leave. I still have $13 in my pocket and I really want to go tanning, but my car is running on fumes (aka the gas light is on and i'm on E). So, gas up my car? Or go get myself bronze?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll probably put gas in my car. Only because I don't think I could make it to the tanning salon and back with whats in my gas tank, haha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4949625780804398401-3727699176635602990?l=omgitslittlet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omgitslittlet.blogspot.com/feeds/3727699176635602990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://omgitslittlet.blogspot.com/2009/11/shop-tillthe-baby-starts-crying.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949625780804398401/posts/default/3727699176635602990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949625780804398401/posts/default/3727699176635602990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omgitslittlet.blogspot.com/2009/11/shop-tillthe-baby-starts-crying.html' title='Shop till....the baby starts crying.'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12083389211899788520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cUbY07MMCrQ/SxfqDjCwFrI/AAAAAAAAAC4/KOaIoTbdpCo/S220/4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i33.tinypic.com/2yvjqky_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4949625780804398401.post-6980812487075646484</id><published>2009-11-06T06:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T06:22:08.167-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pissed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Apartment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='House'/><title type='text'>Husbands are dumb.</title><content type='html'>So hubby did something that really pissed me off last night. When he got home from work, we had dinner, then I asked what time he wanted to go view the townhouse. He said he doesn't want to. He said that there is no where for him to put his TOOLS. I said "But it's cheaper, and bigger, and has a pool and playground all this other awesome crap" but he still said there is no where to put his tools. I said there is a porch and a storage thingy outside. But he said he wants a garage.&lt;div&gt;I got pissed. I told him that the tools can stay with his parents, right down the road. This place is bigger and cheaper and better than our piece of shit house. It'd be better for all of us, especially the baby. He told me to stop trying to make him feel guilty because it wasn't going to work. He should fucking feel guilty! All he's worried about is his tools! He'd rather stay in some piece of shit tiny house so his tools can sit safely in a shed, than live in a bigger, cheaper home with a pool and a playground and a gym. I don't get it. I really don't fucking get it. I told him that was ridiculous and he needed to start thinking about his FAMILY instead of the goddamned tools. He got up and left the room and wouldn't talk to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whatever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We never did go view the townhouse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And theeeeen........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I get out of the shower and he's on my laptop. He has his own computer. I ask him why the fuck he's on mine. And guess what he's doing? He's applying for a loan. A fucking $60,000 loan to BUY a house. He went in my purse and got my social security number to get it as a "join loan" or whatever. OMG did that piss me off even more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He said he figured it would make me happy if we got the loan. Yeah, whatever, it'd be fan-fucking-tastic, but he didn't need to go through  my shit to get my SSN! He could of just asked!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I asked him if that meant he found a house he liked (because so far, all the houses we find, he just has to find a problem with it) and he said no, we'd worry about that later if we're approved.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gah. We're never going to move.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I did learn that my credit score is better than his.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nanner nanner! :-D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm taking a bunch of clothes and purses I never wear to Plato's closet so I can get some new shirts. And maybe some winter wear. And shoes, of course. I'm obviously thinking that they're going to give me a ton of money for this crap i'm bringing in. But in reality, I think the most I ever got was $20. You could bring in a never worn Juicy Couture track suit, 5 coach bags and Prada shades and they'll tell you they can give you $30 for all of it. Then turn around and make $300 off the crap they just paid you $30 for. Whatever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But since hubby says right now he can't afford to buy me wintery clothes, i'll take whatever I can get. Because right now, for once, it's like 60 degrees outside. *gasp*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Plus I need some retail therapy. It's been a while.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe I should go exercise...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.... NOT!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4949625780804398401-6980812487075646484?l=omgitslittlet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omgitslittlet.blogspot.com/feeds/6980812487075646484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://omgitslittlet.blogspot.com/2009/11/husbands-are-dumb.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949625780804398401/posts/default/6980812487075646484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949625780804398401/posts/default/6980812487075646484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omgitslittlet.blogspot.com/2009/11/husbands-are-dumb.html' title='Husbands are dumb.'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12083389211899788520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cUbY07MMCrQ/SxfqDjCwFrI/AAAAAAAAAC4/KOaIoTbdpCo/S220/4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4949625780804398401.post-6846096715347161302</id><published>2009-11-05T10:27:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T11:33:11.527-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Apartment'/><title type='text'>Pros and Cons of apartments...</title><content type='html'>I'm starting to like the idea of apartment living. I made a list of the pros and cons.&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Pro's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;No lawn to mow&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Something breaks, call maintenance!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pool and playground you never have to clean or take care of!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bigger than our house now&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cheaper&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Close to both of our families&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Close to Popeyes Chicken (or is that a con? I love their food, but it's so fatty!!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;GYM!!!!!! ELLIPTICAL!!!! SWEET JESUS PANTS I LOVE THE ELLIPTICAL!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline; "&gt;Cons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Maybe maintenance sucks?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;People living on the other side of the wall&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stairs = EVIL!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Popeyes Chicken.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It's close to hubby's parents (good for him, I could live without lol)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Far away from Kota's pedi.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, yeah. The biggest pros for me are the gym, pool, it's cheaper and bigger. I guess I can deal with people living on the other side of the wall as long as they aren't douches. I'm making a list of questions to ask the leasing office when we go tonight. The list includes:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;If someone is noisy, what do we do? If it's 3am do we call the police? Do we report it to the leasing office?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;If we have a big problem with the people living next door, what do we do? Would we be able to change apartments?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;How much is it to break the lease if we decide to move?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really just want to get in the pool and go work out. But we wont be able to move in until December 1st, and it'll probably be cold then and Kota wont want to get in (neither will I). But the playground has baby swings!! How awesome!! Kota's never been on a swing (at least not an outdoor playground swing!). Maybe I'll sneak over there after we look at the townhome and i'll put him on it to see if he likes it, haha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The lunch of champions: Beech-Nut oatmeal and apples, and Similac Advance!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i36.tinypic.com/2ce40fm.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Look at that boys face! He's droolin'! Like "Gimmie gimmie gimmie! Yum! Yum!!" lol!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4949625780804398401-6846096715347161302?l=omgitslittlet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omgitslittlet.blogspot.com/feeds/6846096715347161302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://omgitslittlet.blogspot.com/2009/11/pros-and-cons-of-apartments.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949625780804398401/posts/default/6846096715347161302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949625780804398401/posts/default/6846096715347161302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omgitslittlet.blogspot.com/2009/11/pros-and-cons-of-apartments.html' title='Pros and Cons of apartments...'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12083389211899788520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cUbY07MMCrQ/SxfqDjCwFrI/AAAAAAAAAC4/KOaIoTbdpCo/S220/4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i36.tinypic.com/2ce40fm_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4949625780804398401.post-3024335286081525207</id><published>2009-11-04T19:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T19:43:30.182-08:00</updated><title type='text'>On the hunt again...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Tomorrow, after Mason gets off work, we're going to go look at a townhouse. Yep, back to apartment-like living. I HATE living in an apartment. I hate having people live above or under me. I've never had a pleasant time living in an apartment. I always get stuck next to the douche bags who play loud music at 3am or couples that yell and argue all the time. Maybe a townhouse won't be so bad, since the only neighbors we'll have are &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;next &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;to us, instead of under or above us. At least this will be more like a house. Plus it's 1100 sq ft, which is bigger than our house. The only thing I wont like is the stairs. Gawd I hate stairs. I'm fat and lazy, I don't want STAIRS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Speaking of being fat and lazy....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I noticed today that i'm starting to look pregnant again. And no, i'm not pregnant. Since having Kota, and not being on my strict gestational diabetic diet, i've ballooned. Sweet Jesus Pants, have I ballooned. And every day I say "tomorrow i'm going to start exercising!" as I stuff and handful of tater chips in my mouth. I was never Nicole Richie before, but I wasn't Rosie &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;O'donnell &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;either. But i'll be damned if my belly isn't starting to muffin top. Gross.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So tomorrow I really truly am going to exercise. Seriously. Maybe. It's too damn hot outside. It's fucking November, I live in Florida, and it's still 90 outside. BLARG!!!! I need some motivation. My too tight pants should be motivation enough, but apparently it's not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ugh, I don't even want to talk/type about this any more. It's making me angry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4949625780804398401-3024335286081525207?l=omgitslittlet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omgitslittlet.blogspot.com/feeds/3024335286081525207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://omgitslittlet.blogspot.com/2009/11/on-hunt-again.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949625780804398401/posts/default/3024335286081525207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949625780804398401/posts/default/3024335286081525207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omgitslittlet.blogspot.com/2009/11/on-hunt-again.html' title='On the hunt again...'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12083389211899788520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cUbY07MMCrQ/SxfqDjCwFrI/AAAAAAAAAC4/KOaIoTbdpCo/S220/4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4949625780804398401.post-1771238772477807845</id><published>2009-11-02T20:07:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T21:28:22.900-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pregnancy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amys Thoughts On'/><title type='text'>Amy's Thoughts On...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;Amy's Thoughts On...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Pregnancy, Birth and all that BS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Be prepared for absolute honesty!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;(And feel free to comment with some of your own!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Pre-Pregnancy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" text-decoration: underline;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"You don't get morni&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;ng sickness the first month or two you're pregnant" - random baby books everywhere.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I call shananagans! About a week before I got my first positive test I kept getting nauseous. A couple times I puked. That's what made me want to take a pregnancy test in the first place. That and "mommy intuition" (more on that later). I read a lot of pregnancy books that said you don't get morning sickness till about the second or third month. That's a load of crap. My son wanted to make himself known as soon as the seed was planted!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Getting pregnant is easy. Just don't use protection!"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Again, BOLOGNA! (Why is bologna pronounced ball-o-knee anyway? Gah. Moving on before I get way off topic!) My hubby and I stopped using protection a month after we started dating. Call us dumb, immature, stupid, wtf ever. That's not the point. The point is, two and a half years later, there was no baby. And we were fine with that. We got married, got an apartment together and started talking about "trying" to have a baby (charting cycles, eating better, doing the deed more often, etc...). We decided to "wait" on doing those things till after we got a house. Two weeks later I got a + test. Guess little Kota was just hanging out in there and said "They're talking of having a baby? Time to implant! GO! GO! GO!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Pregnancy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" text-decoration: underline;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"You'll walk like a penguin"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;True. I always said it wouldn't happen to me. But yes, I was doing the penguin for about two months before Kota was born.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Sex sucks"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;True. Gah, I felt so gross. I was huge. No position was comfortable. Weird things were going on down south. Sex was definitely out of the question for about the last 3 months of pregnancy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Do I have gas or was that the baby?"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;The first time I felt Kota move, well, I wasn't sure if it was him or I was about to let lose a massive fart. But then he moved some more and I realized that was no fart bubbling, it was my little boy. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;But on the subject of farting while pregnant, it gets bad. Real bad. Really, really REALLY BAD! At least for me it did. One time I ran to the bathroom to let lose and Mason was in the livingroom. He heard me fart from about 20 feet away, through closed doors, and said "Sweet Jesus woman, was that what I think it was?!" I came out and said "Just be happy I didn't stay in the room with you!".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Maternity clothes aren't awesome.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;When I first found out I was pregnant I couldn't wait to get that big ol' baby belly and wear cute maternity clothes. The truth is, they're not cute. Well, they are when you first buy them. But you come to find out how expensive they are. $20 for a plain white shirt to cover your beach ball sized belly isn't cool. I found a lot of good deals at TJ Maxx and Ross. Again, the clothes were cute for maybe a month or two. But after 5 months of wearing jeans with an elastic waist band that keeps rolling down off your tummy, you want buttons and zippers back. I don't care what size maternity jeans I bought, that goddamned elastic waist band ALWAYS rolled down off my big belly and I was constantly having to pull up my pants. They should make maternity belts!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wear a bikini!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I don't care how big you get. I don't care if you're month pregnant or eight. Wear that damned bikini (of course if weather permits, and you're at the beach. Going to Publix in a bikini wouldn't be a good idea. But who am I to judge.) This is the only time you can get fat and have an excuse. Even if you're already on the chubby side and you're only one month pregnant and you hate the way you look in a bathing suit. Now's your chance! If anyone says something, just say "I'm pregnant, back off bitch!" because you'll be grouchy anyway. :-D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bitch, bitch, bitch!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I don't think I was a mean pregnant lady. At least, ya know, i've seen worse. I could have been worse. My hubby will tell you differently though. He'll tell you I was a terror when I was pregnant. Maybe I was, I don't know. I couldn't see my feet, I waddled, I pee'd every 5 minutes, my back hurt, my boobs were huge and leaking, and I kept having my ass kicked from the inside. I think men would be 10x bitchier if they were pregnant! Anyone would be bitchy in that situation!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Labor &amp;amp; delivery/Birth/Being at the hospital&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;A c-section birth is still a birth!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;A lot of people ask me if I regret or if i'm mad that I didn't get to have a vaginal birth. Regret? Mad? Nah. It would of been a great experience, but we had to do what was best for myself and my baby. I don't feel like any less of a woman or a mother because I didn't push my baby out. Nobody should feel like like of a mom/woman for not having a vaginal birth! A c-section birth is still a birth! I still felt like super woman after having him! I carried him for 9 months, gave him life, gave up sex, gave up CHOCOLATE! I'm not about to let anyone tell me that a c-section is any less of a birth! It didn't make me love him any less. I still cried when I saw him. It still took my breath away when I heard his first cries. I still got to hold him as soon as he was out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"I'm going to have a smiley face where?!&lt;/b&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;After they told me I was going to need a c-section, the doc was explaining how and what would go down during surgery. After they wheeled me into the OR and started to get me prepped, it was then he noticed I have two star tattoo's on my lower stomach. He said the incision will be below the bikini line, and with the two tattoo's, it'll look like a smiley face. My Dr was a nerd, haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Epidurals are amazing! And uncomfortable!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I was in labor for 10 hours. I was 3cm dilated, 80% effaced and nothing was changing (it had been that way for about 3 weeks). I had been induced (because of diabetes and blood pressure, but thats another story). After about 5 hours the contractions were getting stronger and closer together. I was miserable. So I told the nice nurse lady that I wanted an epi. Now. No, I don't want to try waiting a bit longer. Now. Now. NOW! So the epi guys (not sure what their actual title is) rolled in their gear. I had to sit up and lean over as far as I could. With my big belly, it was hard to do and *very* uncomfy! I'd heard a lot of horror stories about epidurals hurting really bad, and some 'epi tech guys' don't get it in right the first time and they have to keep trying over and over. Fuck that. I say if they don't get it right after two tries, ask for someone else to do it! I got lucky. They got it in no problem, first try! It didn't hurt either! Maybe it's just because I have a lot of tattoo's and i'm used to that kind of pain... All I felt was a pinch in my back, this weird tapping sensation on my spine (omg weirdest feeling EVAR!) and that was it. After that I was in heaven! :) It was a weird feeling though; being able to sort of feel your legs, but not really move them...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;After surgery adventures!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I had to stay in the hospital a week after the c-section. For the first two nights Kota wasn't allowed to stay in the room with me after 7pm. They said it was because I needed to relax and rest after the surgery and I shouldn't be trying to get up constantly to tend to baby. How heartbreaking is that? Even during the day when he was in the room with me, I was told that Mason should bring the baby to me or call a nurse to help me out of bed to get the baby. I guess the nurses forgot that I felt like Super Woman. Silly nurses! I wouldn't let anyone help me up. The nurses took forever to get into the room to get me up and to baby. Hubby was still nervous about holding the fragile little darling and scared to try and pull me out of bed. So it was up to me, Super Woman, to get to that baby! Mason would freak out and go get the nurse to help me up, but by the time they got back I was already up! I can do it myself, i'm not waiting around for anyone's assistance! Did it hurt? Yes, definitely! But no amount of pain would stop me from getting to my hungry baby! I never realized how many activities involve your lower stomach muscles. After the c-section, it takes a while for the muscle to repair itself. Sitting up, coughing, peeing, rolling over, farting, laughing all hurt like hell!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Can I shower now?!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I wasn't able to shower for about 4 days post-surgery. I felt so gross. Once I did get to shower I think I was in there for over an hour, haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Where did my belly go?!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I always heard that after you have a baby that you'll still look pregnant for a while. That the belly doesn't go away right away. Well, once Kota was out, the belly was gone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Post-pregnancy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" text-decoration: underline;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Maternity clothes are awesome!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I know that contradicts what I said earlier. But it's true! Maternity pants rock once you're not pregnant any more! Especially if you've had a c-section! The elastic waist band no longer rolls down. And they're just so damn comfy!!! I actually still have a pair of khaki capri's that I wear. They're too cute and comfy to get rid of!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;And of course, what would this post be without pics?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://c1.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/109/l_fd0f2f7548774147b0c52495d539960c.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Me and the monster belly!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://c2.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/90/l_8ece7c9e8fc74909929d528039bcd025.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Rockin' that bikini!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://c2.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/70/l_cce3d1896e9e4b64af2dcff8f612a2e1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Don't babies look like zombies before they're cleaned up?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i33.tinypic.com/2nv87pv.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;First family pic!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://c1.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/78/l_0d8a6a52d08d4638a4c2c3e9ee9413fc.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Wittle sleeping angel :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i35.tinypic.com/2cz4twi.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Then - &lt;/b&gt;He was only about 3 or 4 days old! Such a cutie pie!!! ♥♥♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Now - &lt;/b&gt;Still a cutie, of course! ♥ That was taken about a week ago.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4949625780804398401-1771238772477807845?l=omgitslittlet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omgitslittlet.blogspot.com/feeds/1771238772477807845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://omgitslittlet.blogspot.com/2009/11/amys-thoughts-on.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949625780804398401/posts/default/1771238772477807845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949625780804398401/posts/default/1771238772477807845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omgitslittlet.blogspot.com/2009/11/amys-thoughts-on.html' title='Amy&apos;s Thoughts On...'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12083389211899788520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cUbY07MMCrQ/SxfqDjCwFrI/AAAAAAAAAC4/KOaIoTbdpCo/S220/4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i33.tinypic.com/2nv87pv_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4949625780804398401.post-421584885533042131</id><published>2009-11-02T17:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T17:13:20.228-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='House'/><title type='text'>Looks can deceive!</title><content type='html'>OMG we are so disappointed in the inside of the house. The outside was beautiful, but the inside was a mess. The layout of the house was really weird. The walls were cracked from the ceiling to the floor, paint chipping and peeling everywhere. The only nice thing was the new cabinets and granite counter tops in the kitchen. The appliances were straight outta the 50's! The "third bedroom" was a closed in carport, that was constructed HORRIBLY! It looked like it was about to fall apart. It was so disappointing. The guy from Remax talked about the house like it was the fuckin' Don Cesar.  We would of spent thousands of dollars just getting the house in livable condition.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4949625780804398401-421584885533042131?l=omgitslittlet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omgitslittlet.blogspot.com/feeds/421584885533042131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://omgitslittlet.blogspot.com/2009/11/looks-can-deceive.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949625780804398401/posts/default/421584885533042131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949625780804398401/posts/default/421584885533042131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omgitslittlet.blogspot.com/2009/11/looks-can-deceive.html' title='Looks can deceive!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12083389211899788520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cUbY07MMCrQ/SxfqDjCwFrI/AAAAAAAAAC4/KOaIoTbdpCo/S220/4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4949625780804398401.post-2588136820899910103</id><published>2009-11-02T11:29:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T11:37:36.582-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='House'/><title type='text'>Here we go!</title><content type='html'>So at 5:30pm today we're going to go view the house again and finally talk to the realtor about putting in our offer for the house and getting a loan approved with the bank. I'm so excited! Hopefully we'll be approved. I've been thinking good thoughts all day, haha! Everyone who reads this, send good vibes my way!! Mason just got off work and is heading home to get ready to go and then we're heading out! Baby is napping right now, which is good, hopefully he won't be crabby while we're there.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll update you later tonight on how things go!! :-D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4949625780804398401-2588136820899910103?l=omgitslittlet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omgitslittlet.blogspot.com/feeds/2588136820899910103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://omgitslittlet.blogspot.com/2009/11/here-we-go.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949625780804398401/posts/default/2588136820899910103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949625780804398401/posts/default/2588136820899910103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omgitslittlet.blogspot.com/2009/11/here-we-go.html' title='Here we go!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12083389211899788520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cUbY07MMCrQ/SxfqDjCwFrI/AAAAAAAAAC4/KOaIoTbdpCo/S220/4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4949625780804398401.post-3566414553766768693</id><published>2009-11-01T18:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T19:17:29.305-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Halloween'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='House'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pics'/><title type='text'>Update of the weekend!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Friday night we went to a carshow at Dairy Queen. They had a couple cars decorated for Halloween. There was a black VW Beetle that they put huge spider legs on. It was so cute! Kota wore his cute Halloween onesie. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i38.tinypic.com/2628804.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Saturday was Halloween! Kota was in his pumpkin costume looking cute as usual. ♥ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i37.tinypic.com/1eqbtz.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i35.tinypic.com/9px8xk.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;We had lots of trick or treaters! I made 30 treat bags and they were all gone in about 10 minutes! We actually had to break out our own stash of candy we were keeping for ourselves! Around 10, after all the kids were gone, we went to Taco Bell and got the free Black Jack Taco. It was so good!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Saturday morning we went to look at another house. Except this one was for sale. It's valued at $100,000. But it's in foreclosure, so it's being sold for $50,000. So tomorrow, Monday, we're meeting with the relator and the bank to see if we can get approved for a loan for the house. We LOVE this house. It's a 3 bedroom, 2 bathroom, 1200 sq ft, HUGE back yard! Pool! Love, love, LOVE this house! Hopefully we'll get approved for the loan. If not, Mason said he could take the money out of his 401K for a down payment.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I took pics while we were there....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i33.tinypic.com/34oaons.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i33.tinypic.com/2v0bdpf.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i33.tinypic.com/11jyzrt.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;(me infront of the house haha!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I'm going to be praying we get this house till we hear from the bank! Everyone keep your fingers crossed!!! :-D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4949625780804398401-3566414553766768693?l=omgitslittlet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omgitslittlet.blogspot.com/feeds/3566414553766768693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://omgitslittlet.blogspot.com/2009/11/update-of-weekend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949625780804398401/posts/default/3566414553766768693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949625780804398401/posts/default/3566414553766768693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omgitslittlet.blogspot.com/2009/11/update-of-weekend.html' title='Update of the weekend!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12083389211899788520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cUbY07MMCrQ/SxfqDjCwFrI/AAAAAAAAAC4/KOaIoTbdpCo/S220/4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i38.tinypic.com/2628804_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4949625780804398401.post-6814928319418707195</id><published>2009-10-31T15:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T15:03:28.139-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Halloween'/><title type='text'>Happy Halloween!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s835.photobucket.com/albums/zz278/MemoriesOfDakota/?action=view&amp;amp;current=l_f82190b60a9d4526a9ae9f591b5f98-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i835.photobucket.com/albums/zz278/MemoriesOfDakota/l_f82190b60a9d4526a9ae9f591b5f98-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4949625780804398401-6814928319418707195?l=omgitslittlet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omgitslittlet.blogspot.com/feeds/6814928319418707195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://omgitslittlet.blogspot.com/2009/10/happy-halloween.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949625780804398401/posts/default/6814928319418707195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949625780804398401/posts/default/6814928319418707195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omgitslittlet.blogspot.com/2009/10/happy-halloween.html' title='Happy Halloween!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12083389211899788520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cUbY07MMCrQ/SxfqDjCwFrI/AAAAAAAAAC4/KOaIoTbdpCo/S220/4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4949625780804398401.post-5553656819302897298</id><published>2009-10-30T21:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T21:53:53.211-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Love, sweet love....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WARNING! WARNING!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SUPER MUSHY BLOG ENTRY AHEAD!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's about 12:30 am. Why am I awake you ask? Because Prince Kota needed a diaper change. So I drag myself out of my warm, comfy bed, pluck him out of his crib, and onto the changing table. And the best part of my day happened. No, not getting to change a wet diaper. But, baby was still half asleep and laying there peacefully as I wrapped him up in a new Luvs. Then he looked up at me with his big blue eyes, gave a big smile, and fell back asleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My heart did one of these...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s835.photobucket.com/albums/zz278/MemoriesOfDakota/Decorated%20images/?action=view&amp;amp;current=heart.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i835.photobucket.com/albums/zz278/MemoriesOfDakota/Decorated%20images/heart.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(melted. duh.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Way back when I was 15, if someone were to ask me "Would you ever be willing to take care of a small person who poops his pants, has no teeth, can't walk or talk and cries at every little discomfort?" my answer would be "I don't think so, scooter!" But i'd do it all over again. Surgery and all. I'd do it a million times over, just to feel that felling I get when he looks at me and smiles. I love my husband, I love my family, but there are no words to discribe the love I feel for my baby boy. Other mommies, you know what i'm talking about. That kind of love that makes you feel like you're heart is going to explode because you love so much. It's hard to explain, unless you know what i'm talking about. This kind of love makes you laugh, cry and smile all at the same time, for the same reason. That little person I gave life to could fart and start laughing and I would think it was the best thing since sliced bread! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/love%20smilie" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Pon and Zi smilie heart Pictures, Images and Photos" src="http://i594.photobucket.com/albums/tt23/HowdoUlikethemApples/smileyheart.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't think I ever really understood how much parents love their kids till I had one of my own. Granted that your parents didn't beat the shit out of you and throw you out of a moving car or something like that. You know what I mean! The feeling that you would die for your little one. Really, truely give your life. Take a bullet. Lose a limb. Anything to insure they're happy and safe. It makes me appreciate my parents a lot more. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s835.photobucket.com/albums/zz278/MemoriesOfDakota/Hospital%20pics/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC00927-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i835.photobucket.com/albums/zz278/MemoriesOfDakota/Hospital%20pics/DSC00927-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And whenever I think of the day he was born, when I first saw him and heard him cry, it makes my eyes water. The moment my life changed. I became a better person. My whole world became a better place now that he was in it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thank you Dakota, for blessing us with your presence and letting me be your mommy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s835.photobucket.com/albums/zz278/MemoriesOfDakota/?action=view&amp;amp;current=aaa.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i835.photobucket.com/albums/zz278/MemoriesOfDakota/aaa.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4949625780804398401-5553656819302897298?l=omgitslittlet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omgitslittlet.blogspot.com/feeds/5553656819302897298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://omgitslittlet.blogspot.com/2009/10/love-sweet-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949625780804398401/posts/default/5553656819302897298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949625780804398401/posts/default/5553656819302897298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omgitslittlet.blogspot.com/2009/10/love-sweet-love.html' title='Love, sweet love....'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12083389211899788520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cUbY07MMCrQ/SxfqDjCwFrI/AAAAAAAAAC4/KOaIoTbdpCo/S220/4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i835.photobucket.com/albums/zz278/MemoriesOfDakota/Decorated%20images/th_heart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4949625780804398401.post-4688793094645084659</id><published>2009-10-30T09:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T10:08:20.130-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Contest'/><title type='text'>Contest! 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Well get over to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 27px; font-family:Georgia, Times, serif;font-size:15px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://katrinalomidze.com/" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(255, 170, 187); text-decoration: none; font-weight: bold; "&gt;www.KatrinaLomidze.com&lt;/a&gt; to win all of the awesome prizes shown above! You know you love it!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4949625780804398401-4688793094645084659?l=omgitslittlet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omgitslittlet.blogspot.com/feeds/4688793094645084659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://omgitslittlet.blogspot.com/2009/10/contest.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949625780804398401/posts/default/4688793094645084659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949625780804398401/posts/default/4688793094645084659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omgitslittlet.blogspot.com/2009/10/contest.html' title='Contest! K.Lo Dot Com giveaway!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12083389211899788520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cUbY07MMCrQ/SxfqDjCwFrI/AAAAAAAAAC4/KOaIoTbdpCo/S220/4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4949625780804398401.post-9131704264668395572</id><published>2009-10-29T10:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T10:17:37.491-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pics'/><title type='text'>Another birthday!</title><content type='html'>Today is my grandma's 89th birthday! You go, granny! Me, my mom and baby took her out to lunch today. My mom drove her home and came back with two slices of cake; one for me and one for Mason. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i33.tinypic.com/nfkxgx.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kota hangin out in the stroller during lunch. Doesn't he look adorable in his Halloween onesie? I even made him some Halloween baby legs! :-D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i34.tinypic.com/1zva96o.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me and the delicious cakies! I got the pink one, of course :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Mason's aunt was supposed to come down Tuesday. But she only stopped by his Mom's house for a few minutes to drop off the Halloween decorations. So she's supposed to come by today too so she can see the baby. Hopefully she'll actually show up this time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4949625780804398401-9131704264668395572?l=omgitslittlet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omgitslittlet.blogspot.com/feeds/9131704264668395572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://omgitslittlet.blogspot.com/2009/10/another-birthday.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949625780804398401/posts/default/9131704264668395572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949625780804398401/posts/default/9131704264668395572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omgitslittlet.blogspot.com/2009/10/another-birthday.html' title='Another birthday!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12083389211899788520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cUbY07MMCrQ/SxfqDjCwFrI/AAAAAAAAAC4/KOaIoTbdpCo/S220/4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i33.tinypic.com/nfkxgx_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4949625780804398401.post-2342261786227983207</id><published>2009-10-27T20:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T20:52:05.478-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mason'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Halloween'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sex'/><title type='text'>This is Halloween Town!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Halloween is this weekend!! EEEEE!! I'm so excited! I love Halloween! :-D Mason's aunt Lori gave us a bunch of her Halloween decorations since she now lives in a deed restricted community and can no longer decorate. Sucks to live there! Awesome for us though!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://c3.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/13/l_b485a90cd95e4f74ab1ca8a886f5eb2a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Mason setting some of the stuff up)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://c1.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/18/l_1edd1a3888274a60899571f2d920c5a0.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;(Kota hanging out with me in the Snugli, watchin Daddy decorate)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So tomorrow is Mason's 23rd birthday. Lucky me, i'm a stay at home mom with no income, so that means I don't have to buy gifts! YAY! Not. I feel horrible. I feel bad even making him a special dinner just knowing that &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;he&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt; bought the food. Gah!! I'm considering taking some of my clothes and purses I don't use any more to Plato's closet and getting some cash and buying him a cake or something. I told him i'd give him "birthday sex" and he asked how it's different from normal everyday sex. I said it would be his birthday, that's how it's different lol! Not every day is his birthday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i164.photobucket.com/albums/u29/jn3pfs/letssex.gif" alt="letssex.gif Lets sex image by jn3pfs" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It was a week or two before his birthday last year that I found out I was pregnant (Oct. 13th). I could fuck with him and tell him i'm pregnant again. Nah, that's just mean lol!  I mean, I gave him the gift of an adorable little son, I should be exempt from &lt;i&gt;ever&lt;/i&gt; giving another gift again! Babies are the best gifts evar! :-D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://c4.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/27/m_1c03e70bb36244f68b8700c09e53b9e3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can has sibling?! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4949625780804398401-2342261786227983207?l=omgitslittlet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omgitslittlet.blogspot.com/feeds/2342261786227983207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://omgitslittlet.blogspot.com/2009/10/this-is-halloween-town.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949625780804398401/posts/default/2342261786227983207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949625780804398401/posts/default/2342261786227983207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omgitslittlet.blogspot.com/2009/10/this-is-halloween-town.html' title='This is Halloween Town!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12083389211899788520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cUbY07MMCrQ/SxfqDjCwFrI/AAAAAAAAAC4/KOaIoTbdpCo/S220/4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4949625780804398401.post-5574734407336809639</id><published>2009-10-26T07:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T07:36:08.773-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='House'/><title type='text'>Nomz &amp; Houses</title><content type='html'>Mason found these crackers at Walmart called Baby Mum-Mum. He was reading the box and it said you can start to give baby the crackers when he starts to eat solid foods and showing interest in his hands. Since Kota likes to eat solids, and whatever he gets a hold of always goes into his mouth, might as well get him something he can hold and eat.&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://c2.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/108/m_cb35ab5c92ef41f8bd14ae7e695697d1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://c2.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/6/m_1073e95ef5ab49ad9a81788250b2f911.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://c3.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/43/m_9b99242b7dc041da9d0abcdbfc17f1d6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://c3.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/108/m_7c21a75798844671b44922ee96122b9e.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;They're veggie flavored. He likes it! First fingerfood = SUCCESS! :-D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We looked at a house yesterday. You know those neighborhoods you drive by and say "Man, i'm going to live in there one day!" because they have all these nice houses you can only dream of owning? Yeah, it was one of those. It was AH-MA-ZING!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.craigslist.org/3n33k23m55Q85S35R59ao2c469d142c301b20.jpg" alt="image 1435436165-0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.craigslist.org/3n03md3p85T65Q25P19ao7ae1af48a3301a25.jpg" alt="image 1435436165-1" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:medium;"&gt;Cathedral ceilings, backs up to nature preserve, wood and tile floors, split bedroom floor plan, new roof, A/C!!&lt;/span&gt; OMG HUGE CLOSET!!! Huge bedrooms!! Over 2000 sq ft!!! BEAUTIFUL BACKYARD!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It was rent to own. But we would need to put down an $8000 deposit, which we don't have. I even asked my dad if we could borrow the money, he said "Try to find some place cheaper". Blah. I don't want some place cheaper, I want THAT  house!!! We could have &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; house if we could just get our paws on $8000!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Whats funny is, earlier that day, we checked out another house we were interested in renting. It didn't look too bad online. But then we got to the neighborhood and it was a whole 'nother story! NOT a good area! We talked to the guy who lived across the street and he told us that you really have to watch it because your stuff will "grow legs and walk off on you". Great....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The house wasn't even close to the pics we saw online:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.craigslist.org/3mf3pa3oc5Te5P75Rf9apdf0047773b031a9d.jpg" alt="image 1437199473-3" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.craigslist.org/3nf3m73o75Oc5Pa5R59apf1a47a0c70fa1e2b.jpg" alt="image 1437199473-0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The front of it looked okay. But inside was a disaster. The floor was disgusting, tiles were ripped up and broken. There was garbage everywhere. The windows on the side of the house were broken. The garage on the side/back part of the house was full of junk that the other renter left there. It was a joke. That picture of the inside of the house looks &lt;i&gt;nothing&lt;/i&gt; like it does in real life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I get the feeling we're never going to find a new house!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4949625780804398401-5574734407336809639?l=omgitslittlet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omgitslittlet.blogspot.com/feeds/5574734407336809639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://omgitslittlet.blogspot.com/2009/10/nom-nom-nom.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949625780804398401/posts/default/5574734407336809639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949625780804398401/posts/default/5574734407336809639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omgitslittlet.blogspot.com/2009/10/nom-nom-nom.html' title='Nomz &amp; Houses'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12083389211899788520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cUbY07MMCrQ/SxfqDjCwFrI/AAAAAAAAAC4/KOaIoTbdpCo/S220/4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4949625780804398401.post-3614672430064906267</id><published>2009-10-22T10:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T11:06:13.170-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Library'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pics'/><title type='text'>Use it or lose it!</title><content type='html'>I had to return some books to the library today. Kota hates the library. Actually, I don't know if he really hates it, but he always whines and cries when we're there. So this time I had his grandma (my mom) watch him while I made the quick trip there and back. I left him with his new favorite toy so he wouldn't miss me. I don't think he even noticed I was gone...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i36.tinypic.com/34q4942.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(my son and his sun)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;On the way back from the library I was behind some kind of big truck. Sitting at a red light I noticed it had some kind of wording on the back of it. It said "use it or lose it". Pure awesomeness. I &lt;i&gt;*had*&lt;/i&gt; to take a pic!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i34.tinypic.com/hwc0fl.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4949625780804398401-3614672430064906267?l=omgitslittlet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omgitslittlet.blogspot.com/feeds/3614672430064906267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://omgitslittlet.blogspot.com/2009/10/use-it-or-lose-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949625780804398401/posts/default/3614672430064906267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949625780804398401/posts/default/3614672430064906267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omgitslittlet.blogspot.com/2009/10/use-it-or-lose-it.html' title='Use it or lose it!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12083389211899788520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cUbY07MMCrQ/SxfqDjCwFrI/AAAAAAAAAC4/KOaIoTbdpCo/S220/4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i36.tinypic.com/34q4942_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4949625780804398401.post-6487935181956723795</id><published>2009-10-21T07:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T09:19:41.997-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pregnancy'/><title type='text'>POAS</title><content type='html'>I've been feeling a little "off" lately. Pretty much like I did right before I found out I was pregnant with Kota. Kinda sick to my stomach, crampy, just in a crab-ass mood. So I decided to POAS (pee on a stick) and see if it came out positive or not. While I was in the bathroom, waiting for the line(s?) to show up, I found myself hoping to see two lines. Wow. It's not the best time, not even a good time, in our life right now to be having another baby. But I found myself sitting there with my fingers crossed, hoping to actually give Kota a baby brother or sister.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The test was negative. I was a little relieved, for the simple fact that, like I said, it's not the best time for us. But then I started doing things that I did when I would test when we were trying to conceive: hold the test up to the light and then proceed to break it open, just to make damn sure there wasn't another line hiding in there!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I HAVE BABY FEVER. AGAIN!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been on birth control, but i'm horrible about taking it. Sometimes i'll miss a day, and I never take it at the same time everyday. So there was that slim possibility that the test could of came back positive. But it wasn't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A little while later I felt a um......sensation. So I go to the bathroom, and wouldn't you know, I started my period.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ain't that a bitch? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4949625780804398401-6487935181956723795?l=omgitslittlet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omgitslittlet.blogspot.com/feeds/6487935181956723795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://omgitslittlet.blogspot.com/2009/10/poas.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949625780804398401/posts/default/6487935181956723795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949625780804398401/posts/default/6487935181956723795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omgitslittlet.blogspot.com/2009/10/poas.html' title='POAS'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12083389211899788520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cUbY07MMCrQ/SxfqDjCwFrI/AAAAAAAAAC4/KOaIoTbdpCo/S220/4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4949625780804398401.post-663321348449255191</id><published>2009-10-19T09:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T09:19:58.003-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Halloween'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pics'/><title type='text'>Halloween Hunt</title><content type='html'>Sunday we spent the whole day looking for awesome Halloween decorations. Places like Walmart and Target usually have a good selection of decorations, but this year, they have NOTHING! We went to an actual Halloween store and the prices were outrageous! We ended up looking on CraigsList and finding some stuff.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s12.photobucket.com/albums/a244/YouMakeLifeSuck/?action=view&amp;amp;current=ghost.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a244/YouMakeLifeSuck/ghost.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;(baby at the Halloween store)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: left;"&gt;I pulled out my Halloween costume from last year. It's a big puffy red and black dress. It came with devil horns, but instead of the horns I may just get some vampire teeth and be a vampire instead of a devil. Kota is going as a pumpkin, the typical baby Halloween costume! Mason isn't dressing up, as usual. I was kind of worried my costume wouldn't fit. But I was pregnant when I wore it last year, so it HAD to fit now lol! It does. :)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: center;"&gt;(costume pics from last year)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a244/YouMakeLifeSuck/h1.jpg?t=1255973355" alt="h1.jpg picture by YouMakeLifeSuck" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a244/YouMakeLifeSuck/h2.jpg?t=1255973403" alt="h2.jpg picture by YouMakeLifeSuck" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4949625780804398401-663321348449255191?l=omgitslittlet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omgitslittlet.blogspot.com/feeds/663321348449255191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://omgitslittlet.blogspot.com/2009/10/halloween-hunt.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949625780804398401/posts/default/663321348449255191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949625780804398401/posts/default/663321348449255191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omgitslittlet.blogspot.com/2009/10/halloween-hunt.html' title='Halloween Hunt'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12083389211899788520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cUbY07MMCrQ/SxfqDjCwFrI/AAAAAAAAAC4/KOaIoTbdpCo/S220/4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4949625780804398401.post-7103982439059813808</id><published>2009-10-18T08:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T09:20:16.855-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Halloween'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Makeup'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pics'/><title type='text'>Howl O Scream pics!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Howl-O-Scream was awesome! I used the new Hard Candy eyeshadow I bought, I really like it! It does crease a bit, but otherwise it had great staying power!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://c3.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/17/l_e3819cf2f8ae4c2ba334f969dfa9639e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://c3.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/17/l_e3819cf2f8ae4c2ba334f969dfa9639e.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;They had a "vampire fashion show" which was pretty awesome&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://c2.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/80/l_0d757864ee4a4728b31027307f6905fd.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://c1.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/42/l_861390a9c723455094d14cc54f61f628.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My poor baby was stuck at his grandma's house till 1am! He couldn't sleep because they kept all the lights on and the TV was on. Man, was he crabby when we came to pick him up! He fell asleep as soon as we got him home though!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday was a huge yard sale day in our area. We found all kinds of goodies! Plus it was pretty cold out, so walking around outside for hours wasn't so bad. It was Kota's first day outside in the cold, so of course I took lots of pics!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://c2.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/112/l_b6cc8378ba6b406f9e23fc9b69ea2935.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We actually found this Snugli sling at one of the yard sales for 50 cents. I wasn't sure he'd like riding in it, but he LOVED it! He actually fell asleep for a little while.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://c1.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/11/l_97c546b8cbce474d986a4a27a7318bb8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://c4.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/82/l_7acc990e549a4309ac7f5cbfd56774cf.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even daddy wore baby:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://c4.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/109/l_31dde6a9265644d6bfb0c3b046ca0a7b.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4949625780804398401-7103982439059813808?l=omgitslittlet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omgitslittlet.blogspot.com/feeds/7103982439059813808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://omgitslittlet.blogspot.com/2009/10/howl-o-scream-pics.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949625780804398401/posts/default/7103982439059813808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949625780804398401/posts/default/7103982439059813808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omgitslittlet.blogspot.com/2009/10/howl-o-scream-pics.html' title='Howl O Scream pics!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12083389211899788520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cUbY07MMCrQ/SxfqDjCwFrI/AAAAAAAAAC4/KOaIoTbdpCo/S220/4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4949625780804398401.post-1775534978332553101</id><published>2009-10-16T10:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T09:20:34.500-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Makeup'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pics'/><title type='text'>Did a little shopping...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight we're going to Howl-O-Scream at Busch Gardens. Kota will be at grandma's while we're gone.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went to Wallyworld and got my flu shot. Lucky me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a244/YouMakeLifeSuck/DSC01499-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 282px; height: 212px;" src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a244/YouMakeLifeSuck/DSC01499-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also while I was at Wallyworld I picked up a few goodies...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s12.photobucket.com/albums/a244/YouMakeLifeSuck/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01495.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a244/YouMakeLifeSuck/DSC01495.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm painting my nails black for tonight. I just did the face mask and my face feels so smooth now!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The hardcandy eyeshadow is awesome. At least, the packaging is... I haven't actually tried it yet. But I love the designed on the tube. The color I got is called Pixie and it's a pretty pink color.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s12.photobucket.com/albums/a244/YouMakeLifeSuck/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01509.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s12.photobucket.com/albums/a244/YouMakeLifeSuck/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01509.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a244/YouMakeLifeSuck/DSC01509.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm going to try it tonight. I've never tried this brand of makeup. I figure if it smudges or creases no one will really see it since we'll be in dark haunted houses 80% of the time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Watch out for lots of pics in my next update!! Now i'm off to go paint my nails while baby is napping.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;xoxo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4949625780804398401-1775534978332553101?l=omgitslittlet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omgitslittlet.blogspot.com/feeds/1775534978332553101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://omgitslittlet.blogspot.com/2009/10/did-little-shopping.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949625780804398401/posts/default/1775534978332553101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949625780804398401/posts/default/1775534978332553101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omgitslittlet.blogspot.com/2009/10/did-little-shopping.html' title='Did a little shopping...'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12083389211899788520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cUbY07MMCrQ/SxfqDjCwFrI/AAAAAAAAAC4/KOaIoTbdpCo/S220/4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
