<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2283782685303852670</id><updated>2009-10-23T01:27:19.258-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My 3 Lives</title><subtitle type='html'>My Life As A Single, work at home, mother of 3. The ups, the downs and the ins and outs, and everything in between.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my3lives.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2283782685303852670/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my3lives.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2283782685303852670/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>~Crystal~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15699509193356495803</uri><email>cberney25@msn.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>55</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2283782685303852670.post-2834701231748411364</id><published>2009-10-16T19:59:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T20:21:18.994-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids'/><title type='text'>Telling Brenden about his Father...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;So for the last week and a half I have been going crazy, worrying over how I was suppose to tell my son (who is 10 years old mind you) that he has a father he never knew existed until now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided when he was just a baby that I would rather do what I had to do in order to raise him alone, than to force someone who wasn't ready and didn't necessarily want to be involved at the time, into being a part of my son's life. It was a choice of whether I wanted to have to possibly see my child hurt, wondering why his father wasn't around when he wanted him to be, etc. or I could go it alone and I did just that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I figured when the time came, or when he would ask, I would tell him the truth. And that's just what I had to do today. Only he didn't ask. It was his father who had come forth and asked to be a part of his life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this may be just what Brenden needs? I don't know how it will all transpire? All I do know is that I have been thinking about this non-stop for over a week, trying to find the words to tell my son that he had a father he knew nothing about, words that would come out and make it all seem okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But after having told him I realize that I should know better than too worry so much, my kids are good kids, and I should have known he would understand and be okay with it as long as I was. He actually seemed excited to know that he has brothers &amp;amp; sisters. But it wasn't just how well he took it, it was what he said next... He says, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"gosh mom, this is really going to change my life isn't it?"&lt;/span&gt;  That's when I realized just how grown up he had become.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2283782685303852670-2834701231748411364?l=my3lives.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my3lives.blogspot.com/feeds/2834701231748411364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2283782685303852670&amp;postID=2834701231748411364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2283782685303852670/posts/default/2834701231748411364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2283782685303852670/posts/default/2834701231748411364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my3lives.blogspot.com/2009/10/telling-brenden-about-his-father.html' title='Telling Brenden about his Father...'/><author><name>~Crystal~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15699509193356495803</uri><email>cberney25@msn.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01350505382251775760'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2283782685303852670.post-4432120391998200664</id><published>2009-01-27T10:28:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T10:44:53.027-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids'/><title type='text'>Kids Sometimes Say the Darndest Things...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm not sure what triggered a thought like this from Nana, but anyone who knows me will tell you that it's a topic or area of life that I try my hardest to avoid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here's how it went... Last night we were driving to Wal-Mart to return a movie to the &lt;a href="http://www.redbox.com"&gt;Redbox&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(If you haven't yet tried that redbox thing out, you should...$1 to rent a movie, keep it over night until 9pm the next day, if you miss the deadline, just pay $1 more for another night...very awesome) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, just out of the blue, Brianna starts saying how it would be really sad if Alyssa was to sleep a lot one day, then at night she wakes up &amp;amp; cries just a little bit, then goes back to sleep and in the morning we noticed that she had died?!!??!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Where in the world did that come from?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure why she would think of something like that, but obviously she did &amp;amp; I suppose it's a good thing that she at least shared it out loud with me so that we could touch on the issue, but it still seems a bit strange to me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But either way, I used the moment to try and solve another issue we face from time to time and that is Brianna being somewhat rude &amp;amp; mean to her little sister. She's had moments when she yells at her, or smacks her hand, etc. And the next minute she can be the nicest big sister ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we talked about how it would be very, very sad if something were to happen to any of them. And how we can't take back something we've done if we hurt someone like that. And that no matter how much it makes us cry &amp;amp; how much we miss them, it's just one of those times you can't say sorry &amp;amp; make it all better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure exactly how your suppose to approach or deal with an issue like this, but hopefully it helped everyone to understand a bit more about the value of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2283782685303852670-4432120391998200664?l=my3lives.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my3lives.blogspot.com/feeds/4432120391998200664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2283782685303852670&amp;postID=4432120391998200664' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2283782685303852670/posts/default/4432120391998200664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2283782685303852670/posts/default/4432120391998200664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my3lives.blogspot.com/2009/01/kids-sometimes-say-darndest-things.html' title='Kids Sometimes Say the Darndest Things...'/><author><name>~Crystal~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15699509193356495803</uri><email>cberney25@msn.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01350505382251775760'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2283782685303852670.post-8224212703345001600</id><published>2009-01-14T09:00:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T09:33:06.119-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids'/><title type='text'>Alyssa's Very Own Haircut!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I suppose the idea of cutting their own hair is something most girls make it a point to do while they are little? And yes, Brianna also cut &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;her hair when she was around 2 years old. But it was just one big chunk right in the middle of her fo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;rehead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Alyssa however managed to make it a bit harder to cope with as you will see in the pics below.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Just for the record, it was 3 days after her 3rd Birthday, of which was Nov. 3rd (yes I know it's January....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;) I had just finished taking a shower &amp;amp; as I started my walk down the hallway I starting seeing chunks of hair all the way to the living room which is where I found Alyssa, surrounded by a mess of hair on the floor. I didn't start yelling, but more so crying. Just ask here &amp;amp; she'll tell you that "mommy cried" when she cut her hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Before the "Haircut" she had long, beauti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ful hair that was just about to hit her waist line....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Here's some Before pics...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DIpU4mXMEU8/SW4A___8uHI/AAAAAAAAAJk/01K6a6bBo14/s1600-h/Alyssa+long+wavy+hair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 188px; height: 156px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DIpU4mXMEU8/SW4A___8uHI/AAAAAAAAAJk/01K6a6bBo14/s320/Alyssa+long+wavy+hair.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291167711718324338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DIpU4mXMEU8/SW4BALrz9xI/AAAAAAAAAJs/8q4fx9fTZUA/s1600-h/Alyssa+pigies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 186px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DIpU4mXMEU8/SW4BALrz9xI/AAAAAAAAAJs/8q4fx9fTZUA/s320/Alyssa+pigies.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291167714855089938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And the Aftermath...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DIpU4mXMEU8/SW4BwepapZI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/a4cuEqIOTLg/s1600-h/Alyssa+hair+cut+3+front.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 188px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DIpU4mXMEU8/SW4BwepapZI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/a4cuEqIOTLg/s200/Alyssa+hair+cut+3+front.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291168544579036562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DIpU4mXMEU8/SW4Bwj0cKHI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/aOBGnWTiCbk/s1600-h/Alyssa+hair+cut+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 166px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DIpU4mXMEU8/SW4Bwj0cKHI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/aOBGnWTiCbk/s200/Alyssa+hair+cut+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291168545967450226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DIpU4mXMEU8/SW4Bwz6DASI/AAAAAAAAAKE/0rs8FoUpmBk/s1600-h/Alyssa+hair+cut.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DIpU4mXMEU8/SW4Bwz6DASI/AAAAAAAAAKE/0rs8FoUpmBk/s200/Alyssa+hair+cut.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291168550285934882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;As you can see, she cut chunks out EVERYWHERE... Out of the front, the back, the sides... So there was no way to fix it except to just cut it all short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DIpU4mXMEU8/SW4Dq4kwZlI/AAAAAAAAAKM/qW72pon0shM/s1600-h/Alyssa+short+hair+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 165px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DIpU4mXMEU8/SW4Dq4kwZlI/AAAAAAAAAKM/qW72pon0shM/s200/Alyssa+short+hair+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291170647482852946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Her new name is "Butch" as it seems to fit well with the hair-do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2283782685303852670-8224212703345001600?l=my3lives.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my3lives.blogspot.com/feeds/8224212703345001600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2283782685303852670&amp;postID=8224212703345001600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2283782685303852670/posts/default/8224212703345001600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2283782685303852670/posts/default/8224212703345001600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my3lives.blogspot.com/2009/01/alyssas-very-own-haircut.html' title='Alyssa&apos;s Very Own Haircut!'/><author><name>~Crystal~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15699509193356495803</uri><email>cberney25@msn.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01350505382251775760'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DIpU4mXMEU8/SW4A___8uHI/AAAAAAAAAJk/01K6a6bBo14/s72-c/Alyssa+long+wavy+hair.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2283782685303852670.post-1859670198534649208</id><published>2008-04-07T11:21:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T11:38:32.160-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Procrastination'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Musing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Life Story'/><title type='text'>Long Time... No Talk...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;I am just terrible. I have not posted or done anything here for so long it is just pathetic. Gosh, it seems weird for me to even say something like that? Either way that doesn't matter. What does is the fact that I have put off posting here simply because I got a little bit "busy" and fell behind and didn't get to this as I had hoped or planned on doing, so I let myself go over &amp;amp; over how I would get started again. What would I say? What would be a good way to flow back into things?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that I am not alone in this, so I would like to know what your thoughts are and see just how common or uncommon this is. Do you put off doing even the simplest things just because you don't know where to start? Or you are worried you won't be saying the right thing? And you get so bogged down with the how that you never actually do it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I have that out of my system I do feel a bit better. And once I again I am planning on giving this more of a go again. Actually a lot has happened since the last time I shared anything here, so I should have plenty to talk about. (Just a side note... don't feel obligated to have to read through each and every thing that could tend to come out over the next few posts here... I very well could be so full of information that is just dying to get out, it could lead to a bit of ranting on and on...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope all is well with everyone?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2283782685303852670-1859670198534649208?l=my3lives.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my3lives.blogspot.com/feeds/1859670198534649208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2283782685303852670&amp;postID=1859670198534649208' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2283782685303852670/posts/default/1859670198534649208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2283782685303852670/posts/default/1859670198534649208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my3lives.blogspot.com/2008/04/long-time-no-talk.html' title='Long Time... No Talk...'/><author><name>~Crystal~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15699509193356495803</uri><email>cberney25@msn.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01350505382251775760'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2283782685303852670.post-3708678122768138194</id><published>2008-01-11T09:29:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-11T09:31:25.742-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Laughter(The Best Medicine)'/><title type='text'>Men vs. Women</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DIpU4mXMEU8/R4eLefvlBpI/AAAAAAAAAGo/8WkuE80p1Cc/s1600-h/men+%26+women+images+of+themselves.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DIpU4mXMEU8/R4eLefvlBpI/AAAAAAAAAGo/8WkuE80p1Cc/s400/men+%26+women+images+of+themselves.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154241654582216338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2283782685303852670-3708678122768138194?l=my3lives.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my3lives.blogspot.com/feeds/3708678122768138194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2283782685303852670&amp;postID=3708678122768138194' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2283782685303852670/posts/default/3708678122768138194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2283782685303852670/posts/default/3708678122768138194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my3lives.blogspot.com/2008/01/men-vs-women.html' title='Men vs. Women'/><author><name>~Crystal~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15699509193356495803</uri><email>cberney25@msn.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01350505382251775760'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DIpU4mXMEU8/R4eLefvlBpI/AAAAAAAAAGo/8WkuE80p1Cc/s72-c/men+%26+women+images+of+themselves.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2283782685303852670.post-6016218838930473335</id><published>2008-01-09T21:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T21:11:14.072-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Laughter(The Best Medicine)'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Videos'/><title type='text'>Too Cute...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;This is exactly the sort of thing that happens around our house on a daily basis. Too funny, just had to share. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://video.msn.com/video.aspx?mkt=en-US&amp;amp;brand=&amp;amp;vid=2225f56a-2069-4a77-b75d-b82504dea5f6" target="_new" title="Teething Baby"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img2.catalog.video.msn.com/image.aspx?uuid=2225f56a20694a77b75db82504dea5f6&amp;amp;w=136&amp;amp;h=102" border="0" alt="Teething Baby" width="112" height="84" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teething Baby&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2283782685303852670-6016218838930473335?l=my3lives.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my3lives.blogspot.com/feeds/6016218838930473335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2283782685303852670&amp;postID=6016218838930473335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2283782685303852670/posts/default/6016218838930473335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2283782685303852670/posts/default/6016218838930473335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my3lives.blogspot.com/2008/01/too-cute.html' title='Too Cute...'/><author><name>~Crystal~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15699509193356495803</uri><email>cberney25@msn.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01350505382251775760'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2283782685303852670.post-908775652688324447</id><published>2008-01-09T21:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T21:02:31.803-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='News'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Videos'/><title type='text'>At least this guy was stupid enough to do it in front of surveillance cameras...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://video.msn.com/video.aspx?mkt=en-US&amp;amp;brand=&amp;amp;vid=6497ed84-dbe8-470b-acf4-b611218677f8" target="_new" title="Man caught on tape beating, kicking tot"&gt;&lt;img src="http://msnbcmedia.msn.com/j//msnbc/Components/Video/080107/nc_childassaultontape_080107.vmodv4.jpg" border="0" alt="Man caught on tape beating, kicking tot" width="112" height="84" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man caught on tape beating, kicking tot&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2283782685303852670-908775652688324447?l=my3lives.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my3lives.blogspot.com/feeds/908775652688324447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2283782685303852670&amp;postID=908775652688324447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2283782685303852670/posts/default/908775652688324447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2283782685303852670/posts/default/908775652688324447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my3lives.blogspot.com/2008/01/at-least-this-guy-was-stupid-enough-to.html' title='At least this guy was stupid enough to do it in front of surveillance cameras...'/><author><name>~Crystal~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15699509193356495803</uri><email>cberney25@msn.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01350505382251775760'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2283782685303852670.post-4142954051335455443</id><published>2008-01-07T23:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T03:28:14.711-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Laughter(The Best Medicine)'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Musing'/><title type='text'>Dealing with the Burdens of Life...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Accept that some days your the pigeon, and some days your the statue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Always keep your words soft &amp;amp; sweet, in case you have to eat them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Always read stuff that will make you look good in case you die in the middle of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Drive carefully. It's not only cars that can be recalled by their maker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;~If you can't be kind, at least have the decency to be vague.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;~If you lend someone $20 and never see that person again, it was probably worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;~It may be that your sole purpose in life is to simply serve as a warning to others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;~Never buy a car you can't push.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Never put both your feet in your mouth at the same time, because then you won't     have a leg to stand on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;~Since it's the early bird that gets the worm, sleep late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;~The second mouse gets the cheese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;~When everything's coming your way, you're in the wrong lane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;~Birthdays are good for you. The more you have, the longer you live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;~You may one be one person in the world, but you may also be the world to one person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;~Some mistakes are too much fun to only make once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;~We could learn a lot from crayons. Some are sharp, some are pretty, and some are dull. Some have weird names and all are different colors, yet they all live together in the same box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;~A truly happy person is one who can enjoy the scenery on a detour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2283782685303852670-4142954051335455443?l=my3lives.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my3lives.blogspot.com/feeds/4142954051335455443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2283782685303852670&amp;postID=4142954051335455443' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2283782685303852670/posts/default/4142954051335455443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2283782685303852670/posts/default/4142954051335455443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my3lives.blogspot.com/2008/01/dealing-with-burdens-of-life.html' title='Dealing with the Burdens of Life...'/><author><name>~Crystal~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15699509193356495803</uri><email>cberney25@msn.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01350505382251775760'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2283782685303852670.post-1596192663731059434</id><published>2008-01-06T03:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T03:47:29.847-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Taxes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Musing'/><title type='text'>Ohh...Taxes!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yes, it's after 3am and I am still up. Why is that? Because I decided that I wanted to start working on my taxes and hopefully get them filed asap. I am planning to use Turbo Tax this year because so many have stated how well it works. You see, in previous years I have always used H &amp;amp; R Block's online software, and it seemed to work just fine, well at least that's what I thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyhow, I can't find my printed copy from last year, so I log in to the H &amp;amp; R Block site to access my return there. Now, I guess I'm not one to pay a great deal of attention to everything, including my tax return. I assumed that the information I put in there, for example my dependents, would just be where they were intended to be. Well apparently not, because as I was looking over my return I realized that the only child listed as a dependent was my youngest, Alyssa. The other two aren't even anywhere on my taxes, nowhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I think that I need to file an amended return, especially since it probably would benefit me in terms of the earned income credit and maybe even the child tax credit, that would have been incorrect beings that I have 3 kids not 1. But I don't even know if an issue like that is cause for an amended return or not? And I am not paying $20 to H &amp;amp; R Block just so I can ask one of their tax advisers. Maybe you know? If so, please share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know it's stuff like this that really gives me a headache. Just a bit more work and another thing that is piled on to my must-do list. That and the fact that I really need to set up a system of keeping all my receipts and what not organized for tax time. Being a home business owner we can write off every expense pretty much that pertains to our business, as well as some home related costs as well. You have to keep all of your receipts and such to do so, and I have the majority of it, but it's all just kind of thrown together and it has to be itemized pertaining to the category it falls in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's why I am up at 3:30am...and hopefully will be heading off to bed in just a few.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2283782685303852670-1596192663731059434?l=my3lives.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my3lives.blogspot.com/feeds/1596192663731059434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2283782685303852670&amp;postID=1596192663731059434' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2283782685303852670/posts/default/1596192663731059434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2283782685303852670/posts/default/1596192663731059434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my3lives.blogspot.com/2008/01/ohhtaxes.html' title='Ohh...Taxes!'/><author><name>~Crystal~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15699509193356495803</uri><email>cberney25@msn.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01350505382251775760'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2283782685303852670.post-8030832083244369122</id><published>2008-01-04T12:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T12:55:12.674-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='News'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Musing'/><title type='text'>The Britney Spears Drama...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;You'd have to be blind not to see all the headlines in regards to Britney Spears. It's terrible. I could care less about what new issue she is facing, but this morning as I was online, I came across the most recent happenings, in that Britney was taken to the hospital. I'm not sure why I even clicked on the link to the video, but either way, I did and what I saw was a bit disturbing. I mean as the ambulance was trying to leave, Britney in tow, there were so many reporters and photographers surrounding them trying to get that first good picture of Britney's meltdown. They would be right in front of the slowly moving ambulance as it etched forward, almost to the point of running them over. Good thing it wasn't a true emergency in that they needed to rush anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I said, I could care less about what is going on in her personal life. But in that same regard, I think it's terrible the way that she is constantly in the face of the public. There is absolutely no privacy, ever. Every single time she attempts to go anywhere, she is completely surrounded by photographers. I can't imagine living life that way. And to add to the trouble, imagine going through your very own personal crisis, and having each and every detail picked apart and spread throughout the world. How could anyone possibly get better with all of that to deal with?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She may not make the best choices, and yes she does need some help. But for goodness sake, give her the peace to do so. We all make our own mistakes, the only difference is that ours are not broadcast for everyone to see. We can put them behind us, but with Britney, it seems to be a never ending, constant reminder of everything that she does wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not completely sure that I wouldn't behave in the same manner if I was in her shoes? Well maybe not the exact same, but I would have gone nutso a long time ago I'm sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2283782685303852670-8030832083244369122?l=my3lives.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my3lives.blogspot.com/feeds/8030832083244369122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2283782685303852670&amp;postID=8030832083244369122' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2283782685303852670/posts/default/8030832083244369122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2283782685303852670/posts/default/8030832083244369122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my3lives.blogspot.com/2008/01/britney-spears-drama.html' title='The Britney Spears Drama...'/><author><name>~Crystal~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15699509193356495803</uri><email>cberney25@msn.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01350505382251775760'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2283782685303852670.post-4925903782805210810</id><published>2008-01-04T01:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T01:39:23.226-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Musing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>I have no excuse...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;As you can see, it has been a while since I last posted here, actually since before Christmas even. So for a real brief update, all has gone well. Christmas day was actually really nice. We usually travel out of town to any number of family gatherings, of which I would prefer not too. And this year, we simply stayed home and enjoyed the day. The kids opened presents, my mom and her husband came over, as well as the children's father. So everyone was here with them, I think they liked all the attention. It was funny though...they took their time opening all of their gifts. Usually they would rip them open one after the other, without giving much thought to what they got until they were completely finished with all the un-wrapping, but this year it was as if everyone was calm and there were no time restraints, so it would happen when it happened. That was nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a new microwave from Junior. I guess he thought my old one, of which I had for the last 10 years, was finally done serving it's purpose. So that was unexpected but appreciated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for New Years Celebrations, again it was rather uneventful. I am not the type of person who cares too much for big crowds and the bar scene. We stayed in, watched the ball drop on tv, and just hung out. Oh, and I did drink a bit all by my lonesome, but that's okay to do every now and then. New Years is a time that I love and hate all at the same time. I love the new beginnings, yet I often spend at least a little bit of time looking back with regrets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But here we are...it's 2008. I'm not one big on New Year's resolutions, but I do have my own little plan or idea set in place. I have decided to simply do a little bit each day to better myself and our current situation. Whether that be to adjust my schedule so that I post more frequently here, as well as on my other blog. Or that I do a little something just for me every now and then. Whatever it is, I am working toward making life a little bit better each day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2283782685303852670-4925903782805210810?l=my3lives.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my3lives.blogspot.com/feeds/4925903782805210810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2283782685303852670&amp;postID=4925903782805210810' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2283782685303852670/posts/default/4925903782805210810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2283782685303852670/posts/default/4925903782805210810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my3lives.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-have-no-excuse.html' title='I have no excuse...'/><author><name>~Crystal~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15699509193356495803</uri><email>cberney25@msn.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01350505382251775760'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2283782685303852670.post-5033831917582284592</id><published>2007-12-23T11:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-23T11:18:06.896-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Musing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>Update on what's been going on around our house the past few days...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;As of right now, it is officially 2 more days until Christmas, a busy yet exciting time. I actually can't wait until Christmas morning so the kids can finally get to open the presents that have been sitting there, teasing them under the tree for the past month. Not only that but it will give them plenty to do over their 2 week vacation from school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for other happenings...My father was admitted into the hospital on Friday afternoon. He has pneumonia &amp;amp; his left lung is nearly full of liquid &amp;amp; his oxygen level was considerably low. They expected him to stay at least 2 days, so I will check here in a bit to see how things are progressing. My sister recently moved up to my dad's house with her 2 kids. So when she called to tell me the news, she was crying and upset, telling me that they had admitted him. I'm not sure if it's me, maybe I'm just a ruthless witch? But I just didn't feel the need to cry like that. People get sick &amp;amp; they get better right? So am I an awful person because I don't break down when I hear that my dad is in the hospital?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, not a whole lot has happened out of the ordinary daily issues that I so often deal with. Oh...I did get a new stereo/dvd player put in my van from the children's father. I think he is trying to kiss butt, but kiss away, will make me no difference either way. Now we are just waiting for him to put the drop down screen in the back so that they kids can watch movies and what not, keep them busy during road trips. I mean he does own the store, and has tv's in all of his vehicles, so why not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I plan to go get a battery charger for my camera today so that I can take plenty of pics to share with all of you here. So there you have it! I shall return....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2283782685303852670-5033831917582284592?l=my3lives.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my3lives.blogspot.com/feeds/5033831917582284592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2283782685303852670&amp;postID=5033831917582284592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2283782685303852670/posts/default/5033831917582284592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2283782685303852670/posts/default/5033831917582284592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my3lives.blogspot.com/2007/12/update-on-whats-been-going-on-around.html' title='Update on what&apos;s been going on around our house the past few days...'/><author><name>~Crystal~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15699509193356495803</uri><email>cberney25@msn.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01350505382251775760'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2283782685303852670.post-3310889443614733298</id><published>2007-12-14T23:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-15T00:18:00.989-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Musing'/><title type='text'>You would think that the immature games that teenagers play would be a thing of the past for me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;apparently it is not....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the thing, and I will try to keep this short and sweet, but it needs to be said so that hopefully someone will agree with me and I can know that it's not me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who may not be an active reader of my blog, here's a bit of background on me. I am a single mom of 3, ages 8, 7 and terribly 2 at the moment. I also work from home, oh and don't forget about boy scouts &amp;amp; girl scouts, and well you get the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...I'm getting the picture that no one understands how busy I truly am. Not anyone around here anyhow. They seem to think because I am at home I can do what I want when I want. Wrong! My time is precious and has to be spent just right or all heck breaks lose and I start to stress out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today, and this happens all the time, but today I am on the phone speaking with a lady who called me in regards to working from home and what I do, a future team member I expect. But anyhow, so I am on the phone with her and I get a beep, it's call-waiting. Oh, it's only the kids' father. Not important, it can wait. But noooo, it's like hang up &amp;amp; call back, then call cell phone, and then house, and cell and house, house, house. Like I said this happens quite often and every time it is the same crap. "Whatcha doin?" Are you kidding me???? I am doing what I have to do in order to support myself and my kids because  that is my responsibility and I don't seem to be getting much if any help from anyone else....this of course I have restrained from saying out-loud because there is no point in wasting yet more time on something that has been said a thousand times over and still doesn't seem to sink in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then as I begin to be a smart-***, I mean who wouldn't be right? He wonders why I get so "crabby" with him or why I have an attitude problem. (Here we go again...) I ask, "what is so gosh darn important? What's the emergency?" *uhhh, blank stares* "What is it that just couldn't wait? Do I not have caller id and voice mail? Don't you think if I wasn't busy I would answer the phone? And if I was busy, I would call you when I wasn't?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I am constantly talking and no one is listening. Because it's not only him. My mother does the same thing as well. I don't know what it is with them and calling non-stop until you finally answer after 45 calls, only to find out all they would say is "What are you doing?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to my life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2283782685303852670-3310889443614733298?l=my3lives.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my3lives.blogspot.com/feeds/3310889443614733298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2283782685303852670&amp;postID=3310889443614733298' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2283782685303852670/posts/default/3310889443614733298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2283782685303852670/posts/default/3310889443614733298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my3lives.blogspot.com/2007/12/you-would-think-that-immature-games.html' title='You would think that the immature games that teenagers play would be a thing of the past for me...'/><author><name>~Crystal~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15699509193356495803</uri><email>cberney25@msn.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01350505382251775760'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2283782685303852670.post-1167643120062660076</id><published>2007-12-13T08:59:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T09:00:06.092-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Laughter(The Best Medicine)'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Musing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun Stuff'/><title type='text'>Now that's my kind of advertising!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DIpU4mXMEU8/R2FIyuU9pUI/AAAAAAAAAGM/hMWWxBZovUs/s1600-h/sponsor_kid.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DIpU4mXMEU8/R2FIyuU9pUI/AAAAAAAAAGM/hMWWxBZovUs/s400/sponsor_kid.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143472285700433218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2283782685303852670-1167643120062660076?l=my3lives.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my3lives.blogspot.com/feeds/1167643120062660076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2283782685303852670&amp;postID=1167643120062660076' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2283782685303852670/posts/default/1167643120062660076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2283782685303852670/posts/default/1167643120062660076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my3lives.blogspot.com/2007/12/now-thats-my-kind-of-advertising.html' title='Now that&apos;s my kind of advertising!'/><author><name>~Crystal~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15699509193356495803</uri><email>cberney25@msn.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01350505382251775760'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DIpU4mXMEU8/R2FIyuU9pUI/AAAAAAAAAGM/hMWWxBZovUs/s72-c/sponsor_kid.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2283782685303852670.post-6733833478088079966</id><published>2007-12-12T12:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T12:27:23.268-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Laughter(The Best Medicine)'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Musing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun Stuff'/><title type='text'>Maybe this is my problem?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DIpU4mXMEU8/R2An3OU9pSI/AAAAAAAAAF4/7l5FJpPZgYo/s1600-h/CartoonNO350pixels.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DIpU4mXMEU8/R2An3OU9pSI/AAAAAAAAAF4/7l5FJpPZgYo/s400/CartoonNO350pixels.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143154604149417250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2283782685303852670-6733833478088079966?l=my3lives.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my3lives.blogspot.com/feeds/6733833478088079966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2283782685303852670&amp;postID=6733833478088079966' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2283782685303852670/posts/default/6733833478088079966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2283782685303852670/posts/default/6733833478088079966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my3lives.blogspot.com/2007/12/maybe-this-is-my-problem.html' title='Maybe this is my problem?'/><author><name>~Crystal~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15699509193356495803</uri><email>cberney25@msn.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01350505382251775760'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DIpU4mXMEU8/R2An3OU9pSI/AAAAAAAAAF4/7l5FJpPZgYo/s72-c/CartoonNO350pixels.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2283782685303852670.post-1887161656078379795</id><published>2007-12-12T12:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T12:20:38.641-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Getting to Know Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Musing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids'/><title type='text'>Maybe I should have quit while I was ahead?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh my goodness, my youngest has been quite a handful recently. I'm not even sure I know how to handle it because the older 2 were, from what I see now, perfect angels. I have been blessed because all 3 of my kids have been healthy, well-behaved and overall no real issues to deal with. (Yet...) But now, I'm telling you, this little girl does anything and everything that she is not to do. Granted she's only 2, and I would say she doesn't know any better yet, but she tends to be smarter than the average bear. (Not to brag...moms don't do that...) But honestly, she knows what she's doing, she even has no problem in owning up to the fact that she is responsible for each and every one of the mishaps. She will even go as far as to come tell me, "look what Sissy do." I mean seriously, what am I to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's every single time you turn around for a moment, she is into something. I have never had to childproof my house, ever. They just didn't get into stuff that was not meant for them. Don't know how to explain it, there was no formal training involved, but they just didn't do it. Now though, we have a situation on our hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sissy is constantly messing with the ornaments on the Christmas tree. Last night she threw 2 of the bulbs down the stairs to the entryway and of course they shattered. Not a huge deal, they can be replaced. But the fact that I am constantly cleaning up another mess, or the fact that if someone was to get cut from walking through a mess like that, I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She also likes to find whatever liquid sort of substances she can and covers herself with them. If she gets into the bathroom, she uses the shower gel. If she finds "white out" she paints herself with it. If she finds pens or markers, that too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not kidding, this little one is sneaky but does it in such a way that it's hard to get upset with her. And overall, as long as it's not anything that will hurt her or anyone else, I have always been one to let it slide in a sense. (Not real big on discipline...) I don't think that yelling does any good, so I don't do that. (Well not often anyhow.) And I don't believe in hitting (beating) your kids, I mean they are just kids for goodness sake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh who knows...I guess we will have to just see how this one is going to play out for now. And I better not take too much time here, she took off out of my view a few moments ago and there is no telling where or what she could be doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2283782685303852670-1887161656078379795?l=my3lives.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my3lives.blogspot.com/feeds/1887161656078379795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2283782685303852670&amp;postID=1887161656078379795' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2283782685303852670/posts/default/1887161656078379795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2283782685303852670/posts/default/1887161656078379795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my3lives.blogspot.com/2007/12/maybe-i-should-have-quit-while-i-was.html' title='Maybe I should have quit while I was ahead?'/><author><name>~Crystal~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15699509193356495803</uri><email>cberney25@msn.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01350505382251775760'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2283782685303852670.post-4226183102353636328</id><published>2007-12-02T23:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T23:36:47.016-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Getting to Know Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Musing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids'/><title type='text'>A 7 year old who thinks she's a Queen...</title><content type='html'>Kids go through stages, this I know, but it doesn't mean that we have to like all of them. And the one that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nana&lt;/span&gt; has recently joined, well it better not last long. She isn't doing anything terrible, she just has an attitude that she is better than all and she should get whatever she wants in return. I hate to burst her little bubble, but that is so not happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all has sort of snow balled since her dad got home in June. (If you don't know this story yet...&lt;a href="http://www.mayasmom.com/journal/my3lives/25440/i_love_mm_and_feel_like_it_is_okay_for_me_to_share_more..."&gt;here is a brief overview over in a Journal entry at Mayas Mom&lt;/a&gt;.) He isn't living here yet he tries to pretend that he is actually doing his part in taking care of the kids. He is able to justify that by buying them "things." Whatever they want really. Point in blank, he takes &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nana&lt;/span&gt; shopping for her birthday last week and she gets some jeans, a shirt and a new coat. What got me as insane is that new coat that she got is a white, yes I said white, South Pole, parka type with fur around the hood and all. Why in the world would you buy a kid a white jacket, do you not know that white is the absolute worst color to get for kids? His answer was "well that's the one that she wanted."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You get the picture. But now I have to really put my foot down because she is starting to show her "diva" attitude and I don't care for it. When a friend of mine picks her up from Girl Scouts on Thursday because she had not given &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nana&lt;/span&gt; her birthday gift yet and does so then, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nana&lt;/span&gt; looks at her like what the heck is that and says "is that it?" Now none of my kids have ever been that way before. They are always happy with what they get, and it can't be because she didn't like it. Shoot she was hounding me from the moment she walked in the door to open it for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either way, I had a little talk with her and hopefully that will be the end of it. We will definitely see. I always use the how would you feel if.... I tell ya, it works wonders.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2283782685303852670-4226183102353636328?l=my3lives.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my3lives.blogspot.com/feeds/4226183102353636328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2283782685303852670&amp;postID=4226183102353636328' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2283782685303852670/posts/default/4226183102353636328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2283782685303852670/posts/default/4226183102353636328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my3lives.blogspot.com/2007/12/7-year-old-who-thinks-shes-queen.html' title='A 7 year old who thinks she&apos;s a Queen...'/><author><name>~Crystal~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15699509193356495803</uri><email>cberney25@msn.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01350505382251775760'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2283782685303852670.post-8914862570042305582</id><published>2007-12-02T22:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T23:13:06.117-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Musing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>My final update concerning that darn Wii...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;" &gt;So after many, many, many hours of diligent search, all to no avail, I finally sat down today and came up with another solution. It appears that it is going to be almost impossible to get a Wii before Christmas unless you plan on paying one of the evil pirates double what it cost at the store, and well I'm not about to give in to that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;" &gt;On to plan B. We don't really need to have a Wii(I mean the kids' don't need one...) but it does seem like fun. Not only that but I am so sick and tired of seeing thousands of toys all over the place, things they so badly wanted and simply got tired of them and they are left in the bottom of the toy box. So what else could I do? Maybe wrap a photo of a Wii and leave a little note that this is what they get for Christmas, oh sometime in January. (I hope anyhow) But I came up with a better idea. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Through my search for this darn thing, I did learn a lot about it and also that you can somehow link or play Game Cube games through the Wii also. Now we do not have a Game Cube, but &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Beaner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;" &gt; has mentioned more than a few times that he would like one because my aunt has one and he plays it every time we go there. So....I won me a Game Cube tonight on ebay for less than $100 with a few extra games and all. And I figure he will still be excited &amp;amp; then later on down the road when the excitement has died down on the Wii's, then possibly we can consider it again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;" &gt;So I am finished with my gift shopping and now can sit back &amp;amp; relax. (Yeah right!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2283782685303852670-8914862570042305582?l=my3lives.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my3lives.blogspot.com/feeds/8914862570042305582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2283782685303852670&amp;postID=8914862570042305582' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2283782685303852670/posts/default/8914862570042305582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2283782685303852670/posts/default/8914862570042305582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my3lives.blogspot.com/2007/12/my-final-update-concerning-that-darn.html' title='My final update concerning that darn Wii...'/><author><name>~Crystal~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15699509193356495803</uri><email>cberney25@msn.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01350505382251775760'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2283782685303852670.post-2001741595226722924</id><published>2007-12-02T00:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T00:56:59.530-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Getting to Know Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Musing'/><title type='text'>Being a Single Mom isn't what it's all cracked up to be...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I initially started this blog so that I could hopefully help other single moms realize that it's not as awful as it seems at first. In fact, I often wonder if I don't have it better than some married women? In my personal experience, having a "man" around only meant more laundry, more work and in ways, just another child to care for. Don't get me wrong, there are benefits to having a relationship. I just think that I have gotten too used to not having anyone else to answer to or to rely on and then be let down. Our life is planned (not always...) but everything just sort of flows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, there are many married women of which I think have it way more difficult then I do. For example, the many women who are living in a abusive relationship day in and day out because they have no idea what else to do. They live in fear every single day and to me that is the absolute worst way to live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there are the women who's husbands are deployed overseas and they are simply waiting for the day when he walks back through the door and is home. They too have the constant worry but in a much different way, they have to wonder if all is well? Why hasn't he been able to call for the last 2 months? Sitting by the phone waiting and worrying. To me that too is not a fun way to have to live your days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When people find out that I am a single mom with 3 kids and that I work from home, they are in ways set back by it. They praise me and tell me that I am so much stronger then they could be, and how do I do it? All I have to say is, I am not any stronger nor do I have any special talents than you do. You just have to make the most out of what you have and realize that there is always, always, someone who has it harder than you do at any given moment, and whatever it is that you're going through, it too will pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2283782685303852670-2001741595226722924?l=my3lives.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my3lives.blogspot.com/feeds/2001741595226722924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2283782685303852670&amp;postID=2001741595226722924' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2283782685303852670/posts/default/2001741595226722924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2283782685303852670/posts/default/2001741595226722924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my3lives.blogspot.com/2007/12/being-single-mom-isnt-what-its-all.html' title='Being a Single Mom isn&apos;t what it&apos;s all cracked up to be...'/><author><name>~Crystal~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15699509193356495803</uri><email>cberney25@msn.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01350505382251775760'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2283782685303852670.post-4668174797050144387</id><published>2007-12-01T12:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-01T14:30:01.908-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Musing'/><title type='text'>Oh the Ice...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DIpU4mXMEU8/R1GwTeU9pQI/AAAAAAAAAFo/qzMx6RUz-RM/s1600-R/Ice+Storm+Dec+1+2007+008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DIpU4mXMEU8/R1GwTeU9pQI/AAAAAAAAAFo/almUkQJlv-Q/s320/Ice+Storm+Dec+1+2007+008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139082498411439362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We knew that it was going to be nasty weather this weekend, they warned of an ice storm and as you can see, he popped his ugly head, just as planned. And the worst thing about it is that I really should have went grocery shopping yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, it is nothing compared to the one we experienced last year. So many lost power due to the massive amount of heavy ice that took down power lines all over the place. There were communities that went without power for weeks and even a few for more than a month. It was terrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is what we woke up to today. As you can see, there is no way I am even attempting to get all that ice off of my van, it's going to have to melt itself off first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DIpU4mXMEU8/R1Gwr-U9pRI/AAAAAAAAAFw/OFT6hO40Nrg/s1600-R/Ice+Storm+Dec+1+2007+013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DIpU4mXMEU8/R1Gwr-U9pRI/AAAAAAAAAFw/q3t8sEDiyFI/s320/Ice+Storm+Dec+1+2007+013.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139082919318234386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2283782685303852670-4668174797050144387?l=my3lives.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my3lives.blogspot.com/feeds/4668174797050144387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2283782685303852670&amp;postID=4668174797050144387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2283782685303852670/posts/default/4668174797050144387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2283782685303852670/posts/default/4668174797050144387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my3lives.blogspot.com/2007/12/oh-ice.html' title='Oh the Ice...'/><author><name>~Crystal~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15699509193356495803</uri><email>cberney25@msn.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01350505382251775760'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DIpU4mXMEU8/R1GwTeU9pQI/AAAAAAAAAFo/almUkQJlv-Q/s72-c/Ice+Storm+Dec+1+2007+008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2283782685303852670.post-4961952580838009003</id><published>2007-11-30T08:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T23:58:34.962-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Procrastination'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Getting to Know Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Musing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blogging'/><title type='text'>Just A Little Self Reminder...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;One of the problems/issues I tend to have in regards to posting regularly and such is the fact that I will have something to share, something I want to blog about but I don't have the time to do it right that moment, and then I completely forget what it was. That or I will jot down notes here and there on a piece of paper, and yep, can't find that darn piece of paper anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today, instead of putting my thoughts on paper to lose somewhere, I am going to live my future posts that I need, or more so, want to do right here on my blog. This way I can get my much needed work done (has to be all in by 5pm CST today...end of the Month...) And then later I can do all the other wonderful things that need be. So here goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My "To-Do" (Later) List.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ol style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Book Review on I Love You More...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;BZZZ Agent...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nana's stinky attitude &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;(done)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Post to wahfacts blog...&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;(done)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Connecting WAHM's Message board (I'm the Moderator for the Ameriplan folder) probably should get a little something posted about us right?&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;(done, yet it is an ongoing issue that should be placed on my daily to do list also.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;There is most likely more, but I won't waste any more thought and time on it now, I can always add to it as the pop in mind. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(This is just one little thing I am trying in order to fight my procrastination dilemma.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2283782685303852670-4961952580838009003?l=my3lives.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my3lives.blogspot.com/feeds/4961952580838009003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2283782685303852670&amp;postID=4961952580838009003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2283782685303852670/posts/default/4961952580838009003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2283782685303852670/posts/default/4961952580838009003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my3lives.blogspot.com/2007/11/just-little-self-reminder.html' title='Just A Little Self Reminder...'/><author><name>~Crystal~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15699509193356495803</uri><email>cberney25@msn.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01350505382251775760'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2283782685303852670.post-6572103640673675193</id><published>2007-11-29T21:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T21:32:16.697-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Musing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>Update on My Search for a Wii...</title><content type='html'>Okay so I had my little ranting moments today, and all for good reason I believe. And I still can't believe that I am so determined to get one of these simple games for my kids that I am doing the searching and investigating that I am. I am also starting to see how great it is that I am actually doing this blog. In a few years when I look back on today I'm sure I will roll my eyes and say to myself, " can you believe that you did that?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, what I found out today was this...apparently Nebraska is one of the places that tends to have a terrible shortage on items such as the Nintendo Wii. Because in one of my ranting sessions, and pleading with everyone I know online to help me find one, I get a response that changes everything a bit. In Michigan it appears that they don't have the shortage issue? Interesting isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also must have been thinking crazy a bit because I actually sent a message to a complete stranger on ebay in hopes that he would feel sorry enough for me and be willing to sell me a Nintendo Wii outside of the cut-throat auctions on ebay. It was a long shot, but I figured what the hay, not much to lose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ended up getting a better response then I was expecting. He says he may just be willing to do that, what was I looking to spend, and he would see what he could do. When it was all said &amp;amp; done, we didn't actually do a deal. But he did give me some really great pointers on how to get one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to him, Wal-Mart receives shipments about twice a week. And if I just keep calling frequently, I should be able to catch one sometime between now &amp;amp; Christmas. He also explained some of the reasons that it is costing them so much on ebay. With the high cost of gas, along with ebay fees, shipping &amp;amp; insurance fees, paypal fees and all that it takes to get them out there, I guess I can understand a little bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either way, the majority of my previous rant concerning people jacking the price up more than double the purchase price, actually resulted from a search on craigslist.org. And yes, it was in Nebraska, thought I would give it a shot and I did find many people who had Wii's to get rid of. And I think the cheapest one I say was $400. That's what gets me. And they are local or very short driving distance, so there aren't any of the other fees involved and they are still asking that sort of price for this. That is what is outrageous to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either way I think all will work out well. Actually a team member of mine, who happens to live in Michigan, and will be going out shopping tonight or tomorrow anyhow, she is going to keep her eyes open and hopefully we will get one that way if needed. This way I can pay that $250 it costs, plus tax and then shipping. It just may be the best way to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, that was definitely longer than I had hoped....again. I will keep you all posted in regards to the craziness that is brewing around here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2283782685303852670-6572103640673675193?l=my3lives.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my3lives.blogspot.com/feeds/6572103640673675193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2283782685303852670&amp;postID=6572103640673675193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2283782685303852670/posts/default/6572103640673675193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2283782685303852670/posts/default/6572103640673675193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my3lives.blogspot.com/2007/11/update-on-my-search-for-wii.html' title='Update on My Search for a Wii...'/><author><name>~Crystal~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15699509193356495803</uri><email>cberney25@msn.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01350505382251775760'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2283782685303852670.post-6634829462846738615</id><published>2007-11-29T15:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T15:25:19.093-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Musing'/><title type='text'>The Greed...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I must admit I am feeling just a bit frustrated with how the whole Wii search has been going. Therefore I apologize in advance for the up and coming rant that is about to ensue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I completely understand the idea behind supply and demand. But that still doesn't make it fair. And personally I just think it's all about the greedy getting all they can from us little people. Why you ask do I feel this way? Let me tell you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has become clear, or at least I finally see some of the larger picture of it all. I understand that they simply do not produce enough of the stinkin game (Wii) to keep up with the demand of it all. That being said, there are so many people that simply go out, and do what ever they have to in order to purchase each and everyone of the Wii's as soon as they hit the floor. I mean they don't need 10 systems for themselves. They simply are out to purchase them for $250, then turn around and push them on the internet for $400, $500 and more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I refuse to give in to anyone trying to do this. To me it's just plain old stinky greed. And don't get me wrong, I know that we all need money in order to live, and yes money is great, but to take advantage of someone else to do so is just not right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore I will continue my search for a Nintendo Wii for my kids for Christmas, but I am boycotting any individual who is trying to sell me a system for more than twice it's purchase price, along with the 15 other systems they have already sold in the past week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything happens for a reason. And if we were meant to get a Wii, we will get one. Patience is the virtue of all happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See I've helped ease myself back into reality. Speaking your mind and getting it out there really does help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. If you happen to know of anyone or any store with a Wii in hand/stock...I would love it if you snatched it up for me and let me know. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2283782685303852670-6634829462846738615?l=my3lives.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my3lives.blogspot.com/feeds/6634829462846738615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2283782685303852670&amp;postID=6634829462846738615' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2283782685303852670/posts/default/6634829462846738615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2283782685303852670/posts/default/6634829462846738615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my3lives.blogspot.com/2007/11/greed.html' title='The Greed...'/><author><name>~Crystal~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15699509193356495803</uri><email>cberney25@msn.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01350505382251775760'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2283782685303852670.post-7389248213700141574</id><published>2007-11-29T10:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T10:45:18.987-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='News'/><title type='text'>This Is Just Absolutely Awful...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am not one to post much about current events and such, but this is just so terrible that I feel I need to share my thoughts on it and hopefully if anyone ever thinks of raising their hand to a child, especially in such a forceful and evil way, they will think about what the end result could be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many of you may have heard the story already, it's about 'Baby Grace' and you can find the &lt;a href="http://abcnews.go.com/US/wireStory?id=3928167"&gt;ABC Story here&lt;/a&gt;. It truly makes me feel sick to my stomach that a mother could let this happen to her child. If you have not yet heard of this story, here is just a brief summary, it's hard for me to even try to explain and I was not even personally involved, oh it's just awful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It happened in Texas, Houston I believe. But long story short, if you want the details, you can read the story. A mother, who is 19 and her husband, 24, of which she met on the internet and moved to Texas with in June, beat the little 2 year old girl to death in July mind you. They hid her body in a shed for some time, then put her in a box and dumped her in the Galveston Bay. All of this supposedly because she would not say "please" and "yes sir?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And even if the mother is claiming in her story now that it was him that beat her little girl, I believe that she is just as much to blame, even if she didn't lay a single hand on that girl. (Which I highly doubt.) But she stood by and let it happen and did nothing to protect her. She didn't call an ambulance when her baby stopped breathing, or when she was thrown across the room and fell on her head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know my Sissy just turned 2, and I can't even begin to imagine how awful that was for that poor little girl. She was 2 for goodness sake. She shouldn't be proper and polite, she is still a baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could go on and on about all the things that are just plain wrong, and how this is something that should never happen to anyone. But all I'm going to say is this...if anyone ever gets to the point where their child is annoying them so badly that they feel beating them is the answer, I assure you it is not. And I'm sure, regardless of how evil any person is inside, this mother is never going to be able to get over the fact that she watched her little get beat to death and did nothing. That memory is permanently embedded in her soul, never to be forgotten. All it would have taken is a simple phone call. That's it. Who cares if they would have gone to jail from the marks already left on the poor child's body. That child would still be here, and I'm sure their time would have be not nearly long enough in the county jail. I pray that they sit and rot with the constant memories of what they did forever. It's just something you don't do, hurt an innocent child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is always help if you need it, all you have to do is ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2283782685303852670-7389248213700141574?l=my3lives.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my3lives.blogspot.com/feeds/7389248213700141574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2283782685303852670&amp;postID=7389248213700141574' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2283782685303852670/posts/default/7389248213700141574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2283782685303852670/posts/default/7389248213700141574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my3lives.blogspot.com/2007/11/this-is-just-absolutely-awful.html' title='This Is Just Absolutely Awful...'/><author><name>~Crystal~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15699509193356495803</uri><email>cberney25@msn.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01350505382251775760'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2283782685303852670.post-2788801614746169600</id><published>2007-11-29T08:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T08:29:42.216-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weird Facts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Musing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun Stuff'/><title type='text'>Just a Couple Things To Think About Today...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:Comic Sans MS,Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt; Why do they put Braille on the drive-through bank machines?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it a bit unnerving that doctors call what they do "practice?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why don't sheep shrink when it rains?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are hot dogs sold in packages of 10, while the buns come in packages of 8?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;I know there are lots and lots of things that just don't make sense, not always logically anyhow. So what else you got? Anything?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2283782685303852670-2788801614746169600?l=my3lives.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my3lives.blogspot.com/feeds/2788801614746169600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2283782685303852670&amp;postID=2788801614746169600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2283782685303852670/posts/default/2788801614746169600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2283782685303852670/posts/default/2788801614746169600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my3lives.blogspot.com/2007/11/just-couple-things-to-think-about-today.html' title='Just a Couple Things To Think About Today...'/><author><name>~Crystal~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15699509193356495803</uri><email>cberney25@msn.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01350505382251775760'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry></feed>