<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8020459405418192304</id><updated>2011-04-21T16:55:52.702-05:00</updated><category term='Friday'/><title type='text'>E</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ereiling.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020459405418192304/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ereiling.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06206275599597151128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AIJ3saeFyGI/Sa_0kc14Y1I/AAAAAAAAAE4/aAYGMorBAZM/S220/S6302279.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>53</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8020459405418192304.post-4987501129911038548</id><published>2009-03-02T21:25:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T21:31:12.673-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Today marks the day that Dan and I first started dating.  History was made with a note asking me to be his girlfriend...not the most romantic thing in the world, but very sweet.  The only things missing were the boxes to check by YES or NO.  Obviously I said yes. 10 years, 4 kids, 2 cats, and a dog later we are still very much in love. Happy Dating Anniversary Dan!  Love you!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8020459405418192304-4987501129911038548?l=ereiling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ereiling.blogspot.com/feeds/4987501129911038548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8020459405418192304&amp;postID=4987501129911038548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020459405418192304/posts/default/4987501129911038548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020459405418192304/posts/default/4987501129911038548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ereiling.blogspot.com/2009/03/today-marks-day-that-dan-and-i-first.html' title=''/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06206275599597151128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AIJ3saeFyGI/Sa_0kc14Y1I/AAAAAAAAAE4/aAYGMorBAZM/S220/S6302279.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8020459405418192304.post-2301981415782605345</id><published>2009-02-18T16:10:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T16:26:34.962-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The last three weeks have been nothing but a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;blurr&lt;/span&gt; to me.  I can hardly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;remember&lt;/span&gt; what happen yesterday let alone what we did last Saturday.  Today I did &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;remember&lt;/span&gt; something  funny that happen the day I went in to deliver Charlie.&lt;br /&gt;  My Mom drove me to the hospital which is about 30 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt; away.  We arrived about 6 a.m.  Dan was supposed to drop the girls off at a friend of ours for the day and then drop Jake off at school.    The plan was for Dan to get there about 830.  Well, the doc came in and broke my water and 830 came and went.  Mom called to find out where Dan was.  He answered the phone and was really short with her on the phone.  He finally arrive about 9 and came in and sat down like nothing was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;  A few &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt; later he lets us all know that he was speeding and got pulled over.  The obvious question was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;whether&lt;/span&gt; or not he got a ticket or not.  He said "No, I told the cop my wife was having a baby and that is why I was speeding."  totally true but the officer was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;leery&lt;/span&gt; since Dan was all alone.  The cop ran Dan's info and let him go with a warning that he was going to call the hospital to make sure his story was true. &lt;br /&gt; Leave it to Dan to get pulled over the day he was not supposed to be late.  I couldn't be mad at him because the whole thing was too funny to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8020459405418192304-2301981415782605345?l=ereiling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ereiling.blogspot.com/feeds/2301981415782605345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8020459405418192304&amp;postID=2301981415782605345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020459405418192304/posts/default/2301981415782605345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020459405418192304/posts/default/2301981415782605345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ereiling.blogspot.com/2009/02/last-three-weeks-have-been-nothing-but.html' title=''/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06206275599597151128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AIJ3saeFyGI/Sa_0kc14Y1I/AAAAAAAAAE4/aAYGMorBAZM/S220/S6302279.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8020459405418192304.post-2950202280099466069</id><published>2009-02-11T12:51:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T12:57:50.857-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was talking to my Mom yesterday.  She was telling me about a conversation her and Dan had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;earlier&lt;/span&gt; this week.  They were talking about another family member who had a baby this week and had to have a c-section.  Apparently Dan told my Mom that he didn't think that was right.  He said he has a greater &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;appreciation&lt;/span&gt; for me after watching me deliver 4 times.  He said there couldn't be any comparison. &lt;br /&gt;  I don't know much about c-sections...I do however have some experience in regular vaginal delivery.  I don't see how there could be any comparison.  I know in some cases it can't be avoided but there are those who opt for a c-section for convienince.  I don't agree with that, but who am I to judge?  I am sure your body goes through a though time regardless of how you give birth.  I was glad to know that Dan appreciated what I had done.  He is finally starting to get it now...after 4 kids.  I'm thankful for that!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8020459405418192304-2950202280099466069?l=ereiling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ereiling.blogspot.com/feeds/2950202280099466069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8020459405418192304&amp;postID=2950202280099466069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020459405418192304/posts/default/2950202280099466069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020459405418192304/posts/default/2950202280099466069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ereiling.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-was-talking-to-my-mom-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06206275599597151128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AIJ3saeFyGI/Sa_0kc14Y1I/AAAAAAAAAE4/aAYGMorBAZM/S220/S6302279.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8020459405418192304.post-5853159360521841043</id><published>2009-02-04T13:24:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T13:26:14.653-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You know its really annoying when your foot starts to itch when you are driving down the road.  Itching through tennis shoes is almost impossible.  Taking the shoe off to itch it on the break peddle is almost as hard...but once you get that damn shoe off it's the best feeling in the world!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8020459405418192304-5853159360521841043?l=ereiling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ereiling.blogspot.com/feeds/5853159360521841043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8020459405418192304&amp;postID=5853159360521841043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020459405418192304/posts/default/5853159360521841043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020459405418192304/posts/default/5853159360521841043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ereiling.blogspot.com/2009/02/you-know-its-really-annoying-when-your.html' title=''/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06206275599597151128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AIJ3saeFyGI/Sa_0kc14Y1I/AAAAAAAAAE4/aAYGMorBAZM/S220/S6302279.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8020459405418192304.post-3738634814140961663</id><published>2009-02-02T08:31:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T08:37:13.713-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AIJ3saeFyGI/SYcEVmwCILI/AAAAAAAAAEg/uRoFbQz_QI4/s1600-h/S6302034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298208255850455218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AIJ3saeFyGI/SYcEVmwCILI/AAAAAAAAAEg/uRoFbQz_QI4/s400/S6302034.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Charles Raymond Reiling&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Born January 30, 2009&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;3:37 p.m.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Weight: 9lbs 5ozs&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lenght: 21 inches&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8020459405418192304-3738634814140961663?l=ereiling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ereiling.blogspot.com/feeds/3738634814140961663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8020459405418192304&amp;postID=3738634814140961663' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020459405418192304/posts/default/3738634814140961663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020459405418192304/posts/default/3738634814140961663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ereiling.blogspot.com/2009/02/charles-raymond-reiling-born-january-30.html' title=''/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06206275599597151128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AIJ3saeFyGI/Sa_0kc14Y1I/AAAAAAAAAE4/aAYGMorBAZM/S220/S6302279.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AIJ3saeFyGI/SYcEVmwCILI/AAAAAAAAAEg/uRoFbQz_QI4/s72-c/S6302034.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8020459405418192304.post-7412562539354321764</id><published>2009-01-28T17:34:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T17:38:38.224-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I went to the doc on Monday and found out that I am 3 cm already.  I was really excited because I was never dialated until the last possible min with all the other kids.  I haven't been having any contractions this week until this afternoon.  I am thankful for this because it means there will be less work to do on Friday when I go in for induction.  Which means the doc is just going to break my water and then we wait.  The bad part about the contractions are, they are pretty painful and irregular.  This means it is not time to rush to the hospital just yet...but things are getting close.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8020459405418192304-7412562539354321764?l=ereiling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ereiling.blogspot.com/feeds/7412562539354321764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8020459405418192304&amp;postID=7412562539354321764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020459405418192304/posts/default/7412562539354321764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020459405418192304/posts/default/7412562539354321764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ereiling.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-went-to-doc-on-monday-and-found-out.html' title=''/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06206275599597151128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AIJ3saeFyGI/Sa_0kc14Y1I/AAAAAAAAAE4/aAYGMorBAZM/S220/S6302279.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8020459405418192304.post-9096729809282082235</id><published>2009-01-26T19:28:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T19:39:17.862-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Last night I actually had control over the remote.  I was flipping through and saw the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;beginning&lt;/span&gt; of the show 17 and Counting.  Which is now 18 and Counting.  The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Duggar&lt;/span&gt; Family pisses me off and amazes me all at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;  I think it is great that the family is so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;traditional&lt;/span&gt; and stands up for their moral values.  The episode that I was watching was about their oldest sons wedding.  The new couple pledged not to be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;intimate&lt;/span&gt; until they were married.  They didn't even kiss &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;each other&lt;/span&gt; until they said "I do.".  Hand holding and hugging is all they were allowed to do.  I think it is great that they were able to make it that long without dry humping &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;each other&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt; I just don't know if I would expect the same out of my own kids.  Intimacy is such an important part of a relationship.  I would hate for that to be a reason to end a marriage.  Of course I don't want my kids &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;whoring&lt;/span&gt; around, but I want them to be happy.  Maybe I will change my mind once my girls get older but as for now I am all for premarital relations.&lt;br /&gt; The part of the show that really pisses me off is listening to the parents whine about the older girls not being around of a few days.  I don't think that it is fair to depend on your older children to raise your smaller&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;children.  What kind of a childhood is that?  No wonder no of them want to have sex.  Seems to me these parents are selling out their own kids &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;in order&lt;/span&gt; to have even more kids and be on t.v.  Someone is scanning the system.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8020459405418192304-9096729809282082235?l=ereiling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ereiling.blogspot.com/feeds/9096729809282082235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8020459405418192304&amp;postID=9096729809282082235' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020459405418192304/posts/default/9096729809282082235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020459405418192304/posts/default/9096729809282082235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ereiling.blogspot.com/2009/01/last-night-i-actually-had-control-over.html' title=''/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06206275599597151128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AIJ3saeFyGI/Sa_0kc14Y1I/AAAAAAAAAE4/aAYGMorBAZM/S220/S6302279.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8020459405418192304.post-4256663038257121765</id><published>2009-01-07T13:36:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T13:39:49.863-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Why bother?</title><content type='html'>You know how you can tell that  someone is asking you a question and not really listening?...Tell them that you gave birth to a 12.5 lb baby naturally  and they say "Oh! Really?  Thats nice."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8020459405418192304-4256663038257121765?l=ereiling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ereiling.blogspot.com/feeds/4256663038257121765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8020459405418192304&amp;postID=4256663038257121765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020459405418192304/posts/default/4256663038257121765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020459405418192304/posts/default/4256663038257121765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ereiling.blogspot.com/2009/01/why-bother.html' title='Why bother?'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06206275599597151128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AIJ3saeFyGI/Sa_0kc14Y1I/AAAAAAAAAE4/aAYGMorBAZM/S220/S6302279.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8020459405418192304.post-3938120987994502436</id><published>2009-01-06T14:59:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T15:14:38.264-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby update</title><content type='html'>I just got back from a long day of doctors visits.  I have been having some issues with my blood pressure being high.  I went in yesterday to have it checked and actually found out that I have protein spilling into my urine.  Combined with the high blood pressure, headaches, swelling, and vision changes this could be a sign of preclampsia. &lt;br /&gt; The doc gave me orders to do a 24 hour urine sample which is really a fun thing to do.  I had to catch all my urine for a whole 24 hours and then take it in today.  I kept reminding the kids that the big orange bottle in the fridge was not juice.  So, I hauled around about a gallon and 1/2 of my pee all day.(I am serious about the amount!)&lt;br /&gt; This morning I had a consultation with a Gynecologist to discuss my options for after delivery to make sure there weren't anymore Reiling babies.  He suggests that Dan should have his vasectomy very soon to ensure no future pregnancies.  I am all for that and I am pretty sure that Dan is too.  I am just worried that if I don't do something as well we will be right back in line to deliver a 5th child.  Maybe I am just uncertain because the last procedure didn't work. &lt;br /&gt; After this appointment I had an appointment for an ultrasound because I was measuring 38 weeks and I am only 34 weeks.  When we got to the hospital and situated in the ultrasound room I told the tech (who has done ultrasounds for both of the girls and early on with this one) that I did NOT want to know the sex but my Mom could know if she wanted (Dan had to work).  Ellie pipes up and says "It's a boy!  I know it's a boy!" We get through the test and everything looks great.  The baby is weighting in at 6lbs 11ozs and I still have 6 weeks to go!  Go figure.  We are looking at another 5lbs...so about 12 like Jake and Izzy!  Hurray!  Can't wait to push this one out!  &lt;br /&gt; After the ultrasound I am in going to the bathroom and I hear my Mom ask what the sex was.  The tech asked if I had given permission and my Mom said that I said it was alright.  I hear the woman say "She was right."  Meaning Ellie was right! &lt;br /&gt; When I came out of the bathroom I told them what I had heard and the tech says "I didn't think I was talking that loud!"  So, we are having a BOY!  I didn't want to know, but now I do and that is alright. &lt;br /&gt; I have to wait until Friday to meet back with my o.b. and see about my protein levels.  I am hoping that they are low and don't increase because I don't want to be induced this early.  Fingers crossed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8020459405418192304-3938120987994502436?l=ereiling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ereiling.blogspot.com/feeds/3938120987994502436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8020459405418192304&amp;postID=3938120987994502436' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020459405418192304/posts/default/3938120987994502436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020459405418192304/posts/default/3938120987994502436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ereiling.blogspot.com/2009/01/baby-update.html' title='Baby update'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06206275599597151128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AIJ3saeFyGI/Sa_0kc14Y1I/AAAAAAAAAE4/aAYGMorBAZM/S220/S6302279.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8020459405418192304.post-5590715370901750943</id><published>2008-12-29T18:31:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T18:33:14.347-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It really bugs me when people call Kittens "Baby Kitty's" or Puppies "Baby Puppies". Ummm Hello!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8020459405418192304-5590715370901750943?l=ereiling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ereiling.blogspot.com/feeds/5590715370901750943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8020459405418192304&amp;postID=5590715370901750943' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020459405418192304/posts/default/5590715370901750943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020459405418192304/posts/default/5590715370901750943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ereiling.blogspot.com/2008/12/it-really-bugs-me-when-people-call.html' title=''/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06206275599597151128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AIJ3saeFyGI/Sa_0kc14Y1I/AAAAAAAAAE4/aAYGMorBAZM/S220/S6302279.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8020459405418192304.post-6805209048839784803</id><published>2008-12-22T22:16:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T22:20:59.473-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>By the time I have this 4th baby I will be pregnant 80 weeks out of the last 104.  Or 18 months out of the past 24.  Or 560 days out of the last 730.  Or about 77% of the past 2 years.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8020459405418192304-6805209048839784803?l=ereiling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ereiling.blogspot.com/feeds/6805209048839784803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8020459405418192304&amp;postID=6805209048839784803' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020459405418192304/posts/default/6805209048839784803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020459405418192304/posts/default/6805209048839784803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ereiling.blogspot.com/2008/12/by-time-i-have-this-4th-baby-i-will-be.html' title=''/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06206275599597151128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AIJ3saeFyGI/Sa_0kc14Y1I/AAAAAAAAAE4/aAYGMorBAZM/S220/S6302279.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8020459405418192304.post-3175487501949048484</id><published>2008-12-20T18:37:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T18:42:41.893-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;The Greatest Christmas Gift cannot be purchased in a store or ordered from a catalog; it cannot be wrapped in a pretty package with a fancy bow; but it can be seen in the eyes of a child, heard in the words of kindness, and felt in the embrace of a friend. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; At Christmas, I wish for you the precious gift of love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;May your Christmas and New Year be filled with Peace, Happiness, and Love!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8020459405418192304-3175487501949048484?l=ereiling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ereiling.blogspot.com/feeds/3175487501949048484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8020459405418192304&amp;postID=3175487501949048484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020459405418192304/posts/default/3175487501949048484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020459405418192304/posts/default/3175487501949048484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ereiling.blogspot.com/2008/12/greatest-christmas-gift-cannot-be.html' title=''/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06206275599597151128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AIJ3saeFyGI/Sa_0kc14Y1I/AAAAAAAAAE4/aAYGMorBAZM/S220/S6302279.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8020459405418192304.post-8042515605153763964</id><published>2008-12-15T10:14:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T10:18:19.448-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I keep hearing a commercial for this on the local radio station.  I find it a bit disturbing.  Why would you want everything to taste like bacon?&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AIJ3saeFyGI/SUaDKr7z3WI/AAAAAAAAADo/_NIYn0ekzRM/s1600-h/Bacon+salt.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 245px; height: 104px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AIJ3saeFyGI/SUaDKr7z3WI/AAAAAAAAADo/_NIYn0ekzRM/s400/Bacon+salt.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280051832754003298" 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/8020459405418192304-8042515605153763964?l=ereiling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ereiling.blogspot.com/feeds/8042515605153763964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8020459405418192304&amp;postID=8042515605153763964' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020459405418192304/posts/default/8042515605153763964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020459405418192304/posts/default/8042515605153763964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ereiling.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-keep-hearing-commercial-for-this-on.html' title=''/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06206275599597151128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AIJ3saeFyGI/Sa_0kc14Y1I/AAAAAAAAAE4/aAYGMorBAZM/S220/S6302279.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AIJ3saeFyGI/SUaDKr7z3WI/AAAAAAAAADo/_NIYn0ekzRM/s72-c/Bacon+salt.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8020459405418192304.post-6178006841469941937</id><published>2008-11-28T09:35:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T09:39:23.392-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Black Friday</title><content type='html'>I attended my first Black Friday shopping outing this morning.  I would have never gone, but with 3 kids I've got to try to save as much as possible.  Mom and I left for the store at 430 and the sale started at 5.  The entire parking lot of Walmart was full.  But you know there didn't seem to be one bitchy person in the whole store.  We spent 2 hours in there. Everyone was very helpful. It was a good experience.  I only spent about 120.00 and saved 100.00.  I walked out with a whole cart full of stuff.  I think I will will be doing it again next year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8020459405418192304-6178006841469941937?l=ereiling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ereiling.blogspot.com/feeds/6178006841469941937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8020459405418192304&amp;postID=6178006841469941937' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020459405418192304/posts/default/6178006841469941937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020459405418192304/posts/default/6178006841469941937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ereiling.blogspot.com/2008/11/black-friday.html' title='Black Friday'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06206275599597151128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AIJ3saeFyGI/Sa_0kc14Y1I/AAAAAAAAAE4/aAYGMorBAZM/S220/S6302279.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8020459405418192304.post-2038293839256285216</id><published>2008-11-27T08:01:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T08:05:48.496-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); 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I should have told them the vcr was broken.&lt;br /&gt;   Izzy fell this morning and hit her nose on a metal chair in our living room.  She had a bloody nose. I have never had to deal with a bloody nose before.  It wasn't much fun.  She really scared me.  I was almost convinced that we were headed to the ER.  I am thankful that it didn't come to that.  She had got the walking thing down, but now she thinks that she can run.  Probably not a good idea.&lt;br /&gt;We have 90 days left until my due date.  I know it seems like a lot but really it isn't much.  I thought that we had names narrowed down to...&lt;br /&gt;Olivia or Helen.  But now there is Megan and Melanie that we are considering.  I like Megan well actually Meg.  We still can't decided on a boys name.  I love the name Charles...Charlie, but Dan likes Lucas or Oliver.  I told him the other day he didn't really have a choice.  That didn't go over too well.  But, I figure after pushing out 4 of the little monsters I should have one up on him.  Well see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8020459405418192304-8699297725795410390?l=ereiling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ereiling.blogspot.com/feeds/8699297725795410390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8020459405418192304&amp;postID=8699297725795410390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020459405418192304/posts/default/8699297725795410390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020459405418192304/posts/default/8699297725795410390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ereiling.blogspot.com/2008/11/it-feels-like-monday.html' title='It feels like Monday'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06206275599597151128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AIJ3saeFyGI/Sa_0kc14Y1I/AAAAAAAAAE4/aAYGMorBAZM/S220/S6302279.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8020459405418192304.post-6707928981447083663</id><published>2008-11-16T12:10:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T12:13:07.712-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Nesting</title><content type='html'>Apparently I am nesting.  I feel like I am going a hundred miles a minute.  This morning I have folded 6 loads of laundry and put them away, vacuumed, done a shit load of dishes, gave Izzy a bath, and made 3 batches of banana bread!  Now I have to go to work and clean for about 2 hours then out to the in laws to help clean some more.  I'll sleep good tonight!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8020459405418192304-6707928981447083663?l=ereiling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ereiling.blogspot.com/feeds/6707928981447083663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8020459405418192304&amp;postID=6707928981447083663' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020459405418192304/posts/default/6707928981447083663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020459405418192304/posts/default/6707928981447083663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ereiling.blogspot.com/2008/11/nesting.html' title='Nesting'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06206275599597151128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AIJ3saeFyGI/Sa_0kc14Y1I/AAAAAAAAAE4/aAYGMorBAZM/S220/S6302279.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8020459405418192304.post-3573617188357767568</id><published>2008-11-09T18:47:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T18:57:15.842-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It is over already?</title><content type='html'>We took the kids to see Madagascar 2.  We don't usually take the kids to the show because it costs so damn much.  We dropped 40 at the movies today.  I was really disappointed when I found out the local (30 mins away) theater will not be showing Changeling.  I was really looking forward to seeing it.  I guess I will have to wait until it comes out on DVD. &lt;br /&gt;  After the show we went to dinner with Dan's family to celebrate his older brother's birthday.  This place has the best fajitas and margarita.  The waiter tired to give me Dan's strawberry blended margarita with tequila...my mouth is watering.  I sadly passed it down the table dreaming of the day I could indulge in about 5 of them.  Soon enough. &lt;br /&gt;  It is getting close to the time on Sundays that I enjoy the most, watching the Unit!  All those guys are soooo yummy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8020459405418192304-3573617188357767568?l=ereiling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ereiling.blogspot.com/feeds/3573617188357767568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8020459405418192304&amp;postID=3573617188357767568' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020459405418192304/posts/default/3573617188357767568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020459405418192304/posts/default/3573617188357767568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ereiling.blogspot.com/2008/11/it-is-over-already.html' title='It is over already?'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06206275599597151128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AIJ3saeFyGI/Sa_0kc14Y1I/AAAAAAAAAE4/aAYGMorBAZM/S220/S6302279.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8020459405418192304.post-5163816746085069028</id><published>2008-11-08T20:10:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T20:28:29.876-06:00</updated><title type='text'>This week</title><content type='html'>Last weekend Dan and the kids and I went to a Halloween party.  Dan was the milkman and I was a 50's housewife.  We had a really good time and won 2nd place for our costumes.  It is hard to believe that that was a whole week ago.  Now on to Thanksgiving!&lt;br /&gt;   I had to take the kids to get flu shots before my monthly prenatal appointment.  Of course it snowed and was really windy.  I really hate having to bundle the kids up.  I spent about 10 mins making sure everyone had their coats, hats, and gloves on.  Then I walked out the door without my coat.  Figures!  Jake did really good with the new nasal mist.  Izzy didn't cry when she got her shot.  Ellie threw the biggest fit.  Of course...it is times like that that make me dread how she will be when she is a teen.  Total drama queen. We went to my doctor's appointment and everything looks good.  I am still measuring big.&lt;br /&gt; After the appointment we went to DQ and had a nice lunch.  We all tried to see how long we could hold plastic spoons on our noses.  Needless to say there were many belly laughs.  Then,  Ellie gave me a tutorial of how chicken nuggets are made.  It is hard to keep a straight face when a four year old is explaining how to cut a chickens head off, drain the blood, and pluck the feathers.  She knows way too much for her age.&lt;br /&gt;  The picture above is what Jake has picked out for Christmas...here is the description....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.thingsyouneverknew.com/images/en_US/global/globalgraphics/spacer01.gif" border="0" height="1" width="15" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AIJ3saeFyGI/SRZKGCFPa8I/AAAAAAAAACg/2u_oLFmB1Xw/s1600-h/butt+bank.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 250px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AIJ3saeFyGI/SRZKGCFPa8I/AAAAAAAAACg/2u_oLFmB1Xw/s400/butt+bank.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266478281754897346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); text-align: center;" class="detailheader"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Fanny Bank&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;       &lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.thingsyouneverknew.com/images/en_US/global/globalgraphics/spacer01.gif" border="0" height="5" width="281" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                &lt;div style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="default"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Just drop a coin through the strategically located slot and listen as the bank lets out a big, juicy one. Makes saving more fun no matter what your age. Access your hard-earned cash from the bottom of the bank.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.thingsyouneverknew.com/images/en_US/global/globalgraphics/spacer01.gif" border="0" height="5" width="281" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8020459405418192304-5163816746085069028?l=ereiling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ereiling.blogspot.com/feeds/5163816746085069028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8020459405418192304&amp;postID=5163816746085069028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020459405418192304/posts/default/5163816746085069028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020459405418192304/posts/default/5163816746085069028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ereiling.blogspot.com/2008/11/this-week.html' title='This week'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06206275599597151128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AIJ3saeFyGI/Sa_0kc14Y1I/AAAAAAAAAE4/aAYGMorBAZM/S220/S6302279.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AIJ3saeFyGI/SRZKGCFPa8I/AAAAAAAAACg/2u_oLFmB1Xw/s72-c/butt+bank.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8020459405418192304.post-538437097213297956</id><published>2008-10-08T13:34:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T13:40:42.534-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm in Love with the Milkman!</title><content type='html'>My favorite holiday of all is Halloween, which is quickly approaching.  For a few years we had some really great parties.  Of course last year was canceled and I was not in the Halloween spirit because of being pregnant.  We won't be hosting any great parties this year either.  I did find out that Dan's brother is having a party.  At first I wanted a replay of last year with nothing to do with the festivities.  Until today!  I somehow found myself looking online for couples costumes who are expecting.  I found the idea of a milkman and a pregnant housewife!  Jackpot! It didn't take much to talk Dan into the idea.  I am really excited about it!  I can't wait!  Hurray for Halloween!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8020459405418192304-538437097213297956?l=ereiling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ereiling.blogspot.com/feeds/538437097213297956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8020459405418192304&amp;postID=538437097213297956' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020459405418192304/posts/default/538437097213297956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020459405418192304/posts/default/538437097213297956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ereiling.blogspot.com/2008/10/im-in-love-with-milkman.html' title='I&apos;m in Love with the Milkman!'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06206275599597151128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AIJ3saeFyGI/Sa_0kc14Y1I/AAAAAAAAAE4/aAYGMorBAZM/S220/S6302279.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8020459405418192304.post-8982433684299561543</id><published>2008-10-03T11:56:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T12:02:41.876-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday</title><content type='html'>I have been feeling really insecure the last two days.  I think that I have analyzed every relationship I have ever had intimate or not.  I hate feeling this way.  I guess all I can do is wait it out.  I know it will pass.&lt;br /&gt;  I went to the doctor this morning.  I am 20 weeks along.  Half way!  The baby's heart rate was 140.  I measured 23 weeks.  Which isn't surprising.  I asked about having an ultra sound once we are a little closer to try and get an idea of how big the baby will be.  This doctor doesn't think  ultra sounds are too accurate.  So, we will have to wait and see about that.  I only gained 1.5 lbs this month.  That makes a total of 9.  I am doing a lot better this time around. &lt;br /&gt;  I'm sending baby thoughts to MI.  Hope they get there.  I will give the stork your address!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8020459405418192304-8982433684299561543?l=ereiling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ereiling.blogspot.com/feeds/8982433684299561543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8020459405418192304&amp;postID=8982433684299561543' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020459405418192304/posts/default/8982433684299561543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020459405418192304/posts/default/8982433684299561543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ereiling.blogspot.com/2008/10/friday.html' title='Friday'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06206275599597151128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AIJ3saeFyGI/Sa_0kc14Y1I/AAAAAAAAAE4/aAYGMorBAZM/S220/S6302279.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8020459405418192304.post-3355225085139598645</id><published>2008-09-26T08:55:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T09:00:51.908-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Homecoming</title><content type='html'>This week is Homecoming week here in Big Ol' Coon Rapids.  The whole town is really into the whole thing. Windows are painted downtown, people are wearing school colors, and some have even painted the school mascot on their driveways.  I think that it is great.  It is nice to live in such a small town and see every excited about the same thing.  It was really enjoyable to drive Jake to school this morning and see so many houses Tpeed.  For some reason they forgot to do the principals.  Wonder what that was all about.  Jake participated in the theme days for the week.  There is a parade this afternoon and he decorated his bike so he could ride it. He is really excited about it.  We are going to the game tonight...which I am not sure about yet.  The kids will love it though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8020459405418192304-3355225085139598645?l=ereiling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ereiling.blogspot.com/feeds/3355225085139598645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8020459405418192304&amp;postID=3355225085139598645' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020459405418192304/posts/default/3355225085139598645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020459405418192304/posts/default/3355225085139598645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ereiling.blogspot.com/2008/09/homecoming.html' title='Homecoming'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06206275599597151128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AIJ3saeFyGI/Sa_0kc14Y1I/AAAAAAAAAE4/aAYGMorBAZM/S220/S6302279.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8020459405418192304.post-5855395701596377840</id><published>2008-08-19T13:54:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T13:59:32.973-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What the F?</title><content type='html'>Someone or something keeps stealing my shit and I am really starting to get pissed about it.  Last week two of my calenders went missing.  I keep all my daycare info and doctors appointments on there.  I need those to do my taxes.  Well, they cannot me found.  Today I was going to mow the yard and I couldn't find my tennis shoes.  I will need them for work tonight too.  I have a really dorky pair of black tennis shoes that I can wear...but, I planed on wearing shorts because of the weather.  Shorts, black tennis shoes and white socks.  I will probably get fired for my hideous accessories.  And of course my keys are gone too.  I am hoping they are just locked in the van.  D has the spare set with him at work.  FYI...I am not the one who locked the doors either.  AHHHH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8020459405418192304-5855395701596377840?l=ereiling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ereiling.blogspot.com/feeds/5855395701596377840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8020459405418192304&amp;postID=5855395701596377840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020459405418192304/posts/default/5855395701596377840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020459405418192304/posts/default/5855395701596377840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ereiling.blogspot.com/2008/08/what-f.html' title='What the F?'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06206275599597151128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AIJ3saeFyGI/Sa_0kc14Y1I/AAAAAAAAAE4/aAYGMorBAZM/S220/S6302279.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8020459405418192304.post-9063820334246947766</id><published>2008-08-18T21:19:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T21:32:08.403-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Time for a Change</title><content type='html'>I am finally doing something for myself!! I am going to school FULL TIME!  No daycare kids besides the one kid one day a week!!! I feel a little guilty about it doing this.  Money will be a little tight for awhile, but I know in the long run it will be worth it!  Just think in 1 year I could have a real J-O-B!  yippee!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8020459405418192304-9063820334246947766?l=ereiling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ereiling.blogspot.com/feeds/9063820334246947766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8020459405418192304&amp;postID=9063820334246947766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020459405418192304/posts/default/9063820334246947766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020459405418192304/posts/default/9063820334246947766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ereiling.blogspot.com/2008/08/time-for-change.html' title='Time for a Change'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06206275599597151128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AIJ3saeFyGI/Sa_0kc14Y1I/AAAAAAAAAE4/aAYGMorBAZM/S220/S6302279.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8020459405418192304.post-937952150443365656</id><published>2008-04-30T12:32:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T12:34:21.183-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Watch out the $ is rolling in!</title><content type='html'>I got some extra transcribing work today from my aunt!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Yippie&lt;/span&gt;!  It is kind of boring work...but I can make 15-30 bucks for each one I complete.  All the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;mula&lt;/span&gt; is going &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;towards&lt;/span&gt; tickets to MI!  Hurray!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8020459405418192304-937952150443365656?l=ereiling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ereiling.blogspot.com/feeds/937952150443365656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8020459405418192304&amp;postID=937952150443365656' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020459405418192304/posts/default/937952150443365656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020459405418192304/posts/default/937952150443365656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ereiling.blogspot.com/2008/04/watch-out-is-rolling-in.html' title='Watch out the $ is rolling in!'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06206275599597151128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AIJ3saeFyGI/Sa_0kc14Y1I/AAAAAAAAAE4/aAYGMorBAZM/S220/S6302279.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8020459405418192304.post-762335074781368679</id><published>2008-04-23T12:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T12:52:15.560-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today... I&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; HATE&lt;/span&gt; my job!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8020459405418192304-762335074781368679?l=ereiling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ereiling.blogspot.com/feeds/762335074781368679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8020459405418192304&amp;postID=762335074781368679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020459405418192304/posts/default/762335074781368679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020459405418192304/posts/default/762335074781368679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ereiling.blogspot.com/2008/04/today.html' title=''/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06206275599597151128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AIJ3saeFyGI/Sa_0kc14Y1I/AAAAAAAAAE4/aAYGMorBAZM/S220/S6302279.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8020459405418192304.post-3745741305051322653</id><published>2008-04-13T08:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T08:52:54.529-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Nerve of Some People</title><content type='html'>We found out yesterday that D's grandpa passed early Saturday morning. He had a massive &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;heart attack&lt;/span&gt;.  This would be D's Mom's (MR) father.  This was a shock to everyone...he was 81 and didn't take any medication.  Needless to say Friday was a very long night for all the brothers and sisters. &lt;br /&gt;  All of D's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;immediate&lt;/span&gt; family got together for dinner last night to help pass the time.  D's sister, K (who is very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;self centered&lt;/span&gt;), MR, and D (and about a half dozen others) were sitting at the table &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;eating&lt;/span&gt; and K says..."Well that was a hell of a way to start my morning off."  D was so pissed.   He said, " Well that was a hell of a way for all of them to end their day!" &lt;br /&gt;  This wasn't happy news for anyone...but for Christ's sake it was her Grandpa not her Father...and they weren't that close.  The NERVE of some people!  I am so glad that I wasn't there to here that...we may of had another funeral to go to this week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8020459405418192304-3745741305051322653?l=ereiling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ereiling.blogspot.com/feeds/3745741305051322653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8020459405418192304&amp;postID=3745741305051322653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020459405418192304/posts/default/3745741305051322653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020459405418192304/posts/default/3745741305051322653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ereiling.blogspot.com/2008/04/nerve-of-some-people.html' title='The Nerve of Some People'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06206275599597151128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AIJ3saeFyGI/Sa_0kc14Y1I/AAAAAAAAAE4/aAYGMorBAZM/S220/S6302279.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8020459405418192304.post-6723672863123543424</id><published>2008-04-04T16:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T16:50:45.578-05:00</updated><title type='text'>All I need is a little friendly competition</title><content type='html'>I started weight watchers about 6 weeks ago.  My goal is to lose 10% of my body weight.  I have lost 17 lbs so far and need to lose another 9 lbs to reach that goal.  In the long run I would like to lose an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;additional&lt;/span&gt; 65 lbs.  I have been doing pretty well on my points and making sure to get some exercise in every day except on the weekends.  I have however lost most of my will power in the last day or so.  Since I can't go to meetings because of my schedule I need someone to be accountable too.  I don't have a lot of help here at home.  So, if anyone is in for a life style change and a little friendly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;competition&lt;/span&gt; let me know and we can lose the pounds together.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8020459405418192304-6723672863123543424?l=ereiling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ereiling.blogspot.com/feeds/6723672863123543424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8020459405418192304&amp;postID=6723672863123543424' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020459405418192304/posts/default/6723672863123543424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020459405418192304/posts/default/6723672863123543424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ereiling.blogspot.com/2008/04/all-i-need-is-little-friendly.html' title='All I need is a little friendly competition'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06206275599597151128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AIJ3saeFyGI/Sa_0kc14Y1I/AAAAAAAAAE4/aAYGMorBAZM/S220/S6302279.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8020459405418192304.post-1703075800665033851</id><published>2008-04-03T10:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T11:01:26.810-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain Rain go away...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The weather here is dreary again.  I thought spring was supposed to be all sunny and nice.  I did notice the other day that the tulips are starting to come up.  That is inspiring.  There was no school yesterday and I had all my babysitting kids here. The day went fast for the most part, but of course my kids were challenging.  I am already dreading summer and anxious for fall.  You know I will never be happy.  Oh, well at least I have come to terms with that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8020459405418192304-1703075800665033851?l=ereiling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ereiling.blogspot.com/feeds/1703075800665033851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8020459405418192304&amp;postID=1703075800665033851' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020459405418192304/posts/default/1703075800665033851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020459405418192304/posts/default/1703075800665033851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ereiling.blogspot.com/2008/04/rain-rain-go-away.html' title='Rain Rain go away...'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06206275599597151128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AIJ3saeFyGI/Sa_0kc14Y1I/AAAAAAAAAE4/aAYGMorBAZM/S220/S6302279.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8020459405418192304.post-6692130181477732061</id><published>2008-03-31T22:52:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T22:55:07.233-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;HaPpY BiRtHdAy To YoU !&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8020459405418192304-6692130181477732061?l=ereiling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ereiling.blogspot.com/feeds/6692130181477732061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8020459405418192304&amp;postID=6692130181477732061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020459405418192304/posts/default/6692130181477732061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020459405418192304/posts/default/6692130181477732061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ereiling.blogspot.com/2008/03/happy-birthday-to-you.html' title=''/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06206275599597151128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AIJ3saeFyGI/Sa_0kc14Y1I/AAAAAAAAAE4/aAYGMorBAZM/S220/S6302279.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8020459405418192304.post-940620782735350398</id><published>2008-03-01T16:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T16:40:01.015-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My very own pity party</title><content type='html'>I am having a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;pity&lt;/span&gt; party today.  Looks like I am the only one that is going to show.  The worlds smallest &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;violin&lt;/span&gt; is playing and even that is pissing me off.  I don't know what the deal is.  I am totally aware that I am being irrational.  I could really care less if I were to change things.  I have no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;pity&lt;/span&gt; for the others around me.  I am too busy using it up on myself.   There is no particular thing that is bothering me...it is everything.  I want someone to fix it, but I know what ever effort is made wont be the right answer.  So, deal with it or go away!  Maybe a nice nap or a few shots of something would make every thing all better....we'll see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8020459405418192304-940620782735350398?l=ereiling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ereiling.blogspot.com/feeds/940620782735350398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8020459405418192304&amp;postID=940620782735350398' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020459405418192304/posts/default/940620782735350398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020459405418192304/posts/default/940620782735350398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ereiling.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-very-own-pity-party.html' title='My very own pity party'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06206275599597151128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AIJ3saeFyGI/Sa_0kc14Y1I/AAAAAAAAAE4/aAYGMorBAZM/S220/S6302279.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8020459405418192304.post-5528730242995836660</id><published>2008-02-27T21:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T21:57:34.976-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Lula Whoha</title><content type='html'>E has a new imaginary friend.  Well actually her first.  Her name is Lula &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Whoha&lt;/span&gt;.  She is 3 (same as E), she has white hair (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Blondie&lt;/span&gt;), she has green and blue eyes (E has green).  She has a big brother named J and a little sister named I just like E.  She lives in Far Far Away...which I have been told is far far away.  She drives a purple car just like ours (van).  She is E's friend cousin.  I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;absolutely&lt;/span&gt; LOVE this...oh and Lula &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Whoha&lt;/span&gt; does the hula!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8020459405418192304-5528730242995836660?l=ereiling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ereiling.blogspot.com/feeds/5528730242995836660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8020459405418192304&amp;postID=5528730242995836660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020459405418192304/posts/default/5528730242995836660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020459405418192304/posts/default/5528730242995836660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ereiling.blogspot.com/2008/02/lula-whoha.html' title='Lula Whoha'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06206275599597151128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AIJ3saeFyGI/Sa_0kc14Y1I/AAAAAAAAAE4/aAYGMorBAZM/S220/S6302279.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8020459405418192304.post-5995273902511004749</id><published>2008-02-22T13:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T13:35:13.502-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friday'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AIJ3saeFyGI/R78iFpixbiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VoeKU0WiA1Y/s1600-h/2-12-08+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169888377691008546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AIJ3saeFyGI/R78iFpixbiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VoeKU0WiA1Y/s400/2-12-08+026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is how I spent my Friday...making a "special" Birthday Cake!  Someone is going to be in trouble!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8020459405418192304-5995273902511004749?l=ereiling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ereiling.blogspot.com/feeds/5995273902511004749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8020459405418192304&amp;postID=5995273902511004749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020459405418192304/posts/default/5995273902511004749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020459405418192304/posts/default/5995273902511004749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ereiling.blogspot.com/2008/02/this-is-how-i-spent-my-friday.html' title=''/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06206275599597151128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AIJ3saeFyGI/Sa_0kc14Y1I/AAAAAAAAAE4/aAYGMorBAZM/S220/S6302279.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AIJ3saeFyGI/R78iFpixbiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VoeKU0WiA1Y/s72-c/2-12-08+026.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8020459405418192304.post-4252894170583860031</id><published>2008-02-18T16:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T16:26:16.025-06:00</updated><title type='text'>WW</title><content type='html'>I signed up for ww today online.  I am really excited about it.  Hopefully I will be able to get somewhere with it.  All of my kids are sick with broncitous (sp).  The day actually was going well and a had about 100 things that I wanted to blog about...until about 2 mins ago when J spilled a big glass of juice in the kitchen.  So, now I will be scrubbing the floor instead of writing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8020459405418192304-4252894170583860031?l=ereiling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ereiling.blogspot.com/feeds/4252894170583860031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8020459405418192304&amp;postID=4252894170583860031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020459405418192304/posts/default/4252894170583860031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020459405418192304/posts/default/4252894170583860031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ereiling.blogspot.com/2008/02/ww.html' title='WW'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06206275599597151128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AIJ3saeFyGI/Sa_0kc14Y1I/AAAAAAAAAE4/aAYGMorBAZM/S220/S6302279.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8020459405418192304.post-8475398870956243734</id><published>2008-02-12T11:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T11:17:22.627-06:00</updated><title type='text'>3 second rule</title><content type='html'>I gave E a bag of M&amp;amp;M's last night.  Right before bed and after brushing her teeth she comes out with something in her mouth.  I asked her what it was and of course it was a stray M&amp;amp;M that she had found on the floor.  I told her that she wasn't supposed to eat things off the floor.  She asked why and I explained that things off the floor were usually dirty. She says ok.  Then takes the M&amp;amp;M out of her mouth and throws it on the floor...of course.&lt;br /&gt;  This brings up another difficult topic for a 3 year old.  We don't throw things on the floor.  Why ? she asks.  Because it makes the house dirty.  So, what does the little stinker do?  She picks the M&amp;amp;M up with her TOES and puts it back in her mouth.  By that point I gave up and just let her finish the M&amp;amp;M...I love being a parent.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8020459405418192304-8475398870956243734?l=ereiling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ereiling.blogspot.com/feeds/8475398870956243734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8020459405418192304&amp;postID=8475398870956243734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020459405418192304/posts/default/8475398870956243734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020459405418192304/posts/default/8475398870956243734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ereiling.blogspot.com/2008/02/3-second-rule.html' title='3 second rule'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06206275599597151128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AIJ3saeFyGI/Sa_0kc14Y1I/AAAAAAAAAE4/aAYGMorBAZM/S220/S6302279.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8020459405418192304.post-3798873851014553695</id><published>2008-01-23T21:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T21:35:28.259-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Today</title><content type='html'>I went for my tubal today.  I think that I was afraid that having this done would rid me of the ability to be a mother...that was just ridiculous thinking !  I am totally at peace with my choice.  I did how ever  just get back from the ER.  They used &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;dermibond&lt;/span&gt; on my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;incision&lt;/span&gt; and it broke open.  I had to go and have some staples put in.  All is well now and I am feeling good...thanks to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;vicodin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8020459405418192304-3798873851014553695?l=ereiling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ereiling.blogspot.com/feeds/3798873851014553695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8020459405418192304&amp;postID=3798873851014553695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020459405418192304/posts/default/3798873851014553695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020459405418192304/posts/default/3798873851014553695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ereiling.blogspot.com/2008/01/today.html' title='Today'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06206275599597151128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AIJ3saeFyGI/Sa_0kc14Y1I/AAAAAAAAAE4/aAYGMorBAZM/S220/S6302279.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8020459405418192304.post-5326287191262212843</id><published>2008-01-22T21:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T21:50:12.294-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tomorrow</title><content type='html'>Over the past couple of days I have noticed how much J and E have grown up.  Part of me wonders if they were forced to grow up a bit because of I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;coming&lt;/span&gt; in to the family.  I have been watching them thinking about how incredibly amazing the whole process of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;raising&lt;/span&gt; kids is.  How they learn and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;develop&lt;/span&gt; their own personalities.  Then I hold the baby and my heart melts again.  I consider myself a very lucky person.  I never in a million years would have guessed that I would enjoy being a mother so much.  I kind of pride myself on the fact that I am doing things &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;differently&lt;/span&gt; than my parents did. &lt;br /&gt; So, here is the problem I am having.  I go tomorrow for a tubal.  I considered this when I was pg with E.  I knew then that I wasn't ready.  I thought that I was ready this time...but I am second guessing myself.  I don't really think that I want anymore kids.  For the fact that the time I have now is stretched among 3 of them.  I would still like to finish school sometime in the next 10 years and we simply can't afford it.  D doesn't want any more either.  As I am writing this I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;coming&lt;/span&gt; to the conclusion that not having a child to take care of means that I have to decide what I am going to do with my life.  I don't know the answer to that...so, I will probably have the tubal done...but it makes me a little sad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8020459405418192304-5326287191262212843?l=ereiling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ereiling.blogspot.com/feeds/5326287191262212843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8020459405418192304&amp;postID=5326287191262212843' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020459405418192304/posts/default/5326287191262212843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020459405418192304/posts/default/5326287191262212843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ereiling.blogspot.com/2008/01/tomorrow.html' title='Tomorrow'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06206275599597151128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AIJ3saeFyGI/Sa_0kc14Y1I/AAAAAAAAAE4/aAYGMorBAZM/S220/S6302279.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8020459405418192304.post-1589052264601377314</id><published>2007-11-28T22:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T22:43:08.508-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Where's my eye patch?</title><content type='html'>So, my sister-in-law does hair.  I got my hair done today before the big day.  She also took off half of my left eyebrow.  Of course it is the half closest to my eye.  I have been messing around with an eyebrow pencil...what a joke.  Looks like I will be walking around with 1.5 eyebrows !  I'm so lucky!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8020459405418192304-1589052264601377314?l=ereiling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ereiling.blogspot.com/feeds/1589052264601377314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8020459405418192304&amp;postID=1589052264601377314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020459405418192304/posts/default/1589052264601377314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020459405418192304/posts/default/1589052264601377314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ereiling.blogspot.com/2007/11/wheres-my-eye-patch.html' title='Where&apos;s my eye patch?'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06206275599597151128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AIJ3saeFyGI/Sa_0kc14Y1I/AAAAAAAAAE4/aAYGMorBAZM/S220/S6302279.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8020459405418192304.post-5087070463696602239</id><published>2007-11-28T16:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T16:46:52.220-06:00</updated><title type='text'>LASTS</title><content type='html'>1. Slept beside you: D and E&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Saw you cry: D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Made you cry: MY KIDS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Went to the movies with you: D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. You went to dinner with: D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. You talked on the phone: D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Said 'I love you to you and really meant it': D AND KIDS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Broke your heart: KIDS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Made you laugh: E&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. You thought about more than 3 times a day: KIDS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. You kissed? D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. You borrowed something from? MOM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. You text messaged on your phone? CARMEN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. You got in a fight with? CANT REMEBER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. You had lunch with? E AND DAYCARE KIDS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8020459405418192304-5087070463696602239?l=ereiling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ereiling.blogspot.com/feeds/5087070463696602239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8020459405418192304&amp;postID=5087070463696602239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020459405418192304/posts/default/5087070463696602239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020459405418192304/posts/default/5087070463696602239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ereiling.blogspot.com/2007/11/lasts.html' title='LASTS'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06206275599597151128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AIJ3saeFyGI/Sa_0kc14Y1I/AAAAAAAAAE4/aAYGMorBAZM/S220/S6302279.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8020459405418192304.post-5025106392783898307</id><published>2007-11-25T22:17:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T22:23:51.492-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Trees</title><content type='html'>A few days ago I noticed my neighbors cutting down a tree near there house.  This was a small flowering tree that is was really pretty in the spring and summer.  I figured there was something wrong with the tree so they had to cut it down.  A few days have passed.  I was walking by the window this afternoon and I noticed that they have replace the tree with 3 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;artificial&lt;/span&gt; trees covered in white lights.  These trees look like three upside down &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;tornadoes&lt;/span&gt;.  What a couple of morons.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Every time&lt;/span&gt; I walk past the window I can't help but shake my head.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8020459405418192304-5025106392783898307?l=ereiling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ereiling.blogspot.com/feeds/5025106392783898307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8020459405418192304&amp;postID=5025106392783898307' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020459405418192304/posts/default/5025106392783898307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020459405418192304/posts/default/5025106392783898307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ereiling.blogspot.com/2007/11/christmas-trees.html' title='Christmas Trees'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06206275599597151128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AIJ3saeFyGI/Sa_0kc14Y1I/AAAAAAAAAE4/aAYGMorBAZM/S220/S6302279.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8020459405418192304.post-3475292559430437928</id><published>2007-11-23T20:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-23T20:26:28.513-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby update</title><content type='html'>I went to the doc on Wed for a check up and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;wound&lt;/span&gt; up having a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;non stress &lt;/span&gt;test an ultra sound.  Baby R seems to be doing good.  She is a healthy 10 lbs (give or take) according to the ultra sound.  Doc says that she will not induce me until I am over due.  I am guessing a week.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;That's&lt;/span&gt; how it was with E.  I have 11 days left.  So...that would be about an oz a day...I am guessing 11 lbs 2 oz.  Try the baby game to the right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8020459405418192304-3475292559430437928?l=ereiling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ereiling.blogspot.com/feeds/3475292559430437928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8020459405418192304&amp;postID=3475292559430437928' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020459405418192304/posts/default/3475292559430437928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020459405418192304/posts/default/3475292559430437928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ereiling.blogspot.com/2007/11/baby-update.html' title='Baby update'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06206275599597151128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AIJ3saeFyGI/Sa_0kc14Y1I/AAAAAAAAAE4/aAYGMorBAZM/S220/S6302279.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8020459405418192304.post-177419694754306433</id><published>2007-11-06T21:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T21:24:29.904-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The opposite of things that I love</title><content type='html'>I hate kissing people asses.  I hate it when people don't keep there plans. I hate it that people can't take responsibility for themselves.  I hate people who are two faced.  I hate it when other people kiss other peoples asses and I have to sit back and watch.  I am starting to hate the holiday season.  I hate the fact that I have to wait another 3.5 weeks  to have this baby.  I hate hate the word hate.  I hate the fact that I am hating more and more things as the clock ticks by.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8020459405418192304-177419694754306433?l=ereiling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ereiling.blogspot.com/feeds/177419694754306433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8020459405418192304&amp;postID=177419694754306433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020459405418192304/posts/default/177419694754306433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020459405418192304/posts/default/177419694754306433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ereiling.blogspot.com/2007/11/opposite-of-things-that-i-love.html' title='The opposite of things that I love'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06206275599597151128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AIJ3saeFyGI/Sa_0kc14Y1I/AAAAAAAAAE4/aAYGMorBAZM/S220/S6302279.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8020459405418192304.post-8551621900162614612</id><published>2007-11-04T08:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T09:06:50.854-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Birds and The Bees</title><content type='html'>When I came home yesterday D told me about a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;conversation&lt;/span&gt; that he had over heard between J and E.  J wanted E to play house and be his girlfriend so that he could lay on her.  I thought to myself...this is going to be a tricky one. &lt;br /&gt;  One day I took all the babysitting kids to the Library.  We &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;decided&lt;/span&gt; to rent movies.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Unfortunately&lt;/span&gt; the romance novels with the pretty pictures on the front are right next to the movies.  J and the boy I sit for were talking about the people on the covers having "Sex"  I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;pretend&lt;/span&gt; not to hear them...just to see what they new about the subject.  The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;conversation&lt;/span&gt; ended quickly with an outburst of laughter. &lt;br /&gt; D and I make it a point to keep the X-rated stuff in the bedroom.  We do kiss and hug in front of the kids to let them know it is natural and we love &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;each other&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Remembering&lt;/span&gt; the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;conversation&lt;/span&gt; in the Library and considering D's report I asked J what he was talking about.&lt;br /&gt;  I started out by telling him that he was not in trouble.  I asked him about he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;conversation &lt;/span&gt;with E.  He just kind of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;laughed&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Remembering&lt;/span&gt; the Library again.  I swallowed the lump in my throat and asked him if he knew what sex was.  He &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;smirked&lt;/span&gt; again and said "no"  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Apparently&lt;/span&gt; he knows that it is something that is very adult. &lt;br /&gt; So he asks what is it?  Here was my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;response&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt; "It is not something that is silly or bad.  It is something that a man and woman do when they are married" (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Hypocrite&lt;/span&gt;).  J says "oh...why?"  All I could think of was..."So they can have a baby."  He comes back proudly with "So, you and Daddy are having sex now?!"  Of course he would say that.  "No" I replied "you just have to do it once and you will get pregnant." &lt;br /&gt; I can't believe that I was having this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;conversation&lt;/span&gt; with him.  I didn't want him to think it was bad or bad to talk about.  I am hoping that he knows I am comfortable with the subject and he will be too.  I am sure that some would say I did the wrong thing.  I think that I did what was necessary...it just blows my mind that the topic is coming up already.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8020459405418192304-8551621900162614612?l=ereiling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ereiling.blogspot.com/feeds/8551621900162614612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8020459405418192304&amp;postID=8551621900162614612' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020459405418192304/posts/default/8551621900162614612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020459405418192304/posts/default/8551621900162614612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ereiling.blogspot.com/2007/11/birds-and-bees.html' title='The Birds and The Bees'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06206275599597151128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AIJ3saeFyGI/Sa_0kc14Y1I/AAAAAAAAAE4/aAYGMorBAZM/S220/S6302279.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8020459405418192304.post-6860976352717825753</id><published>2007-11-03T21:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-03T21:49:18.904-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Conference, Cinderella, Toes, and a Baby</title><content type='html'>I haven't blogged in awhile.  I was told that I needed to do it more.  I can always think of a bunch of things to talk about during the day...but when I finally get a chance to sit at the computer I have nothing.  I am very cautious about what I post anywhere because of the small town we live in.  Nothing is your own here.  Of course the town has it up sides too. &lt;br /&gt; For one thing the class sizes are really very small.  J has a total of about 26 kids in his whole graduating class.  There are 13 kids to one teacher.  I am very grateful for that.  I know that he is getting plenty of one on one attention.  I went to his first parent teacher conference for Kindergarten this past week.  He is doing very well.  The teacher kept telling me how well behaved he is.  It is funny how kids are different when they are away from their parents.  I have noticed that while babysitting.  I am not complaining about J's behavior.  He is very well behaved...he has his moments just like everyone else.  Sometimes that is hard to remember that when he is in the midst of his rage and I am ready to lock him up somewhere.  I pray that the new addition to our family will not hinder him or E in anyway. &lt;br /&gt; She has been on a princess kick lately.  It is really very cute.  She went as Cinderella for Halloween.  Something I have noticed about her as of late, is her singing.  She has never really done much of that, until she started with the princess stuff.   Way cute.  We should finally be done with her room this week.    Our house is so small that having one room back will be like adding on another wing to the place. &lt;br /&gt; Mom and I went to the big city today and got pedicures.  (We have to drive an hour to get anywhere besides Walmart)  The pedicure chairs were awesome.  They massaged your back and legs.  I chose a dark purple color and Mom insisted I get flowers painted on both my big toes.  I have something to focus on now while I am in labor!  It was nice to sit and visit with Mom.  We went an did a little shopping and headed home.  I almost have everyone crossed off my Christmas list. &lt;br /&gt;  I have about 4 weeks left to get that done.  I have even less time to get all of the babies stuff together.  I should really pack a bag for the hospital too.  I am ready for Isabella to come.  I will have to post a picture so everyone can see how ridiculously large I am.  It is funny how your body is different with every pregnancy. &lt;br /&gt; Well, time for bed...until tomorrow when I still have nothing important to say.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8020459405418192304-6860976352717825753?l=ereiling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ereiling.blogspot.com/feeds/6860976352717825753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8020459405418192304&amp;postID=6860976352717825753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020459405418192304/posts/default/6860976352717825753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020459405418192304/posts/default/6860976352717825753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ereiling.blogspot.com/2007/11/conference-cinderella-toes-and-baby.html' title='Conference, Cinderella, Toes, and a Baby'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06206275599597151128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AIJ3saeFyGI/Sa_0kc14Y1I/AAAAAAAAAE4/aAYGMorBAZM/S220/S6302279.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8020459405418192304.post-157807237134574610</id><published>2007-09-26T12:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T12:10:28.347-05:00</updated><title type='text'>In the Dog House</title><content type='html'>Last night D and I were watching t.v.  There was a commercial on I think it was for Beer.  Anyway the husband can't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;remember&lt;/span&gt; what color his wives eyes are.  So, I asked D what color my eyes are...I got nothing but silence.  He didn't know what color they are.  After 8 freaking years together he doesn't know what color my eyes are?  So much for those long loving gazes into &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;each others&lt;/span&gt; eyes!  I couldn't believe it.  My heart is not broken...but a least I will have some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ammo&lt;/span&gt; for awhile...you know like Long John Silvers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8020459405418192304-157807237134574610?l=ereiling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ereiling.blogspot.com/feeds/157807237134574610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8020459405418192304&amp;postID=157807237134574610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020459405418192304/posts/default/157807237134574610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020459405418192304/posts/default/157807237134574610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ereiling.blogspot.com/2007/09/in-dog-house.html' title='In the Dog House'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06206275599597151128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AIJ3saeFyGI/Sa_0kc14Y1I/AAAAAAAAAE4/aAYGMorBAZM/S220/S6302279.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8020459405418192304.post-8090599213350316730</id><published>2007-09-21T22:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T22:42:13.421-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Chipmunk's are back!</title><content type='html'>D and I were able to go out tonight and see a movie.  There is a town about 30 miles away that plays older movies for 2 bucks.  We went to see the Simpson's Movie.  It was pretty good.  Of course the Simpson's are always good.  The best part was sitting through 1.5 hours of an episode and D didn't know all the words!  I am really excited for Christmas to come.  There is going to be an Alvin and The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Chipmunk's&lt;/span&gt; movie!  Woo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Hoo&lt;/span&gt;!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Jason&lt;/span&gt; Lee is going to play Dave!  I can't wait!  Oh...that takes me back.  When Saturday morning t.v. was worth getting out of bed for.&lt;br /&gt;  We have a super busy weekend. It will all end with E's 3rd Birthday!  I can't believe that it is here already.  My kids are getting so big too fast.  J has learned how to ride his bike w/o &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;training&lt;/span&gt; wheels, read a short book, and he can just about  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;tie &lt;/span&gt;his shoes.  This has been all in the last week!  I can't believe that.  Well, off to bed.&lt;br /&gt; Buy the way...I am sick of zucchini bars.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8020459405418192304-8090599213350316730?l=ereiling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ereiling.blogspot.com/feeds/8090599213350316730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8020459405418192304&amp;postID=8090599213350316730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020459405418192304/posts/default/8090599213350316730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020459405418192304/posts/default/8090599213350316730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ereiling.blogspot.com/2007/09/chipmunks-are-back.html' title='The Chipmunk&apos;s are back!'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06206275599597151128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AIJ3saeFyGI/Sa_0kc14Y1I/AAAAAAAAAE4/aAYGMorBAZM/S220/S6302279.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8020459405418192304.post-8122215623754242805</id><published>2007-09-20T17:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T17:22:01.100-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Things that I've learned today</title><content type='html'>Things that I have learned today:&lt;br /&gt;1. It takes longer to clean my house than it does to mess it up.&lt;br /&gt;2. Being a parent is harder than I ever imagined.&lt;br /&gt;3. Babysitters should be able to spank!  Well, maybe not...but it is nice to dream.&lt;br /&gt;4. Raw zucchini smells like urine.&lt;br /&gt;5. Hot lunches taste better than I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;remember&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;6. Sometimes too much of a good thing is bad for you.&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Bitting&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;tongue&lt;/span&gt; to avoid &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;confrontation&lt;/span&gt; is not my favorite thing to do.&lt;br /&gt;8. 5:30 on Friday's is the best time of the week.&lt;br /&gt;9. 6 cups of zucchini makes 3 huge pans of zucchini bars.&lt;br /&gt;10. I am going to enjoy eating all those zucchini bars!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8020459405418192304-8122215623754242805?l=ereiling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ereiling.blogspot.com/feeds/8122215623754242805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8020459405418192304&amp;postID=8122215623754242805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020459405418192304/posts/default/8122215623754242805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020459405418192304/posts/default/8122215623754242805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ereiling.blogspot.com/2007/09/things-that-ive-learned-today.html' title='Things that I&apos;ve learned today'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06206275599597151128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AIJ3saeFyGI/Sa_0kc14Y1I/AAAAAAAAAE4/aAYGMorBAZM/S220/S6302279.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8020459405418192304.post-7237132203332741577</id><published>2007-09-05T09:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T09:26:30.973-05:00</updated><title type='text'>F'n fly</title><content type='html'>Today I seriously would like to curl up into a ball and sleep for the next 3 months.  I am totally wiped out.  I am stressed and crabby.  My back hurts and my feet are swollen...I have come to terms with the fact that I can no longer paint my own toenails.  This pregnancy is kicking my butt.  Plus there is a fucking fly in here that wont leave me alone and I haven't been able to kill it.  Which really is hurting my ego...because it is a fly.  I think it would do me good to kill something...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8020459405418192304-7237132203332741577?l=ereiling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ereiling.blogspot.com/feeds/7237132203332741577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8020459405418192304&amp;postID=7237132203332741577' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020459405418192304/posts/default/7237132203332741577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020459405418192304/posts/default/7237132203332741577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ereiling.blogspot.com/2007/09/fn-fly.html' title='F&apos;n fly'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06206275599597151128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AIJ3saeFyGI/Sa_0kc14Y1I/AAAAAAAAAE4/aAYGMorBAZM/S220/S6302279.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8020459405418192304.post-9060172847130779094</id><published>2007-08-30T22:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T23:03:38.209-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My way or the Highway?</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I just finished watching Breach.  Robert Hansen is one of the main characters in the movie...well the movie is about him.  Besides the fact that he betrayed his country he also betrayed his wife.  Hansen and his wife were very devout Catholics.  Apparently they liked things a little rough in the bedroom.  Hansen seceretly taped the two of them and gave the tapes for others to watch.  It seemed to me that through the entire movie this guy hid behind his religion.  I don't know if it because it was  good cover up or because he thought that he really wasn't doing anything wrong.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;   Which leads me to my main hang up...who decides what is right and what is wrong?  Do we base these things solely on experience or stories told by others.  How do I know that what I am teaching my children is right...or if I will lead them down the path of disfunction?  If a person goes to church on Sunday does that make every wrong doing from the past week disappear?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;  I have started going back to church.  I don't preach what I hear.  I tend to keep my beliefs to myself...am I really a Christian?  I am not spreading God's word like he apparently wants us to.  If I don't pressure my kids into going to church am I bad parent because I am not teaching my children my beliefs?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;    I remember when I was younger telling my Mom that I was being teased at school.  She told me to just ignore it and it would make the other person more upset.  Sooner or later they would realize that they couldn't get a rise out of me.  Fighting never solved anything...sure would have made me feel better.  So, now that J is in school he has complained about the same problem.  I don't want to tell him to beat the crap out of the other kid ...but I don't want him to be so passive that he is being abused.  What is the right thing to do?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;  Who decides if my way is better than yours or vice versa?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8020459405418192304-9060172847130779094?l=ereiling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ereiling.blogspot.com/feeds/9060172847130779094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8020459405418192304&amp;postID=9060172847130779094' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020459405418192304/posts/default/9060172847130779094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020459405418192304/posts/default/9060172847130779094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ereiling.blogspot.com/2007/08/my-way-or-highway.html' title='My way or the Highway?'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06206275599597151128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AIJ3saeFyGI/Sa_0kc14Y1I/AAAAAAAAAE4/aAYGMorBAZM/S220/S6302279.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8020459405418192304.post-1747592241482253942</id><published>2007-08-27T20:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T20:56:26.925-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Avviversary</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Happy 7&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Th&lt;/span&gt; Anniversary to my sweet, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;cuddly&lt;/span&gt;, and sick husband!  The roses are beautiful!  I hope you feel better and thank you for 7 wonderful years!  I love you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8020459405418192304-1747592241482253942?l=ereiling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ereiling.blogspot.com/feeds/1747592241482253942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8020459405418192304&amp;postID=1747592241482253942' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020459405418192304/posts/default/1747592241482253942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020459405418192304/posts/default/1747592241482253942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ereiling.blogspot.com/2007/08/happy-avviversary.html' title='Happy Avviversary'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06206275599597151128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AIJ3saeFyGI/Sa_0kc14Y1I/AAAAAAAAAE4/aAYGMorBAZM/S220/S6302279.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8020459405418192304.post-1065492486566081482</id><published>2007-08-27T09:29:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T09:37:02.375-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Well, the weekend is over.  I took Friday off because I had to get into the doctor.  I thought that I was going to have to go to the ER on Thursday night.  I did however make it through the night and got into the doc on Friday.  I swear my Doctor went to medical school taught somewhere on Sesame Street.  She referred to my urine sample as my "Potty" and my vagina as "Down there"  like it is some kind of dungeon.  No one likes to have an exam, but we are adults...freaking call it what it is.  I can only imagine what delivery will be like.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;  The rest of the weekend was pretty mellow.  Dan and I went to get groceries and to dinner.  Actually this is a nice thing to do without the kids.  Sunday I painted J's room.  It went from pink to grey.  I have to touch up a few places and then start decorating.  Our whole house is tore up.  It is really starting to get to me.  I have a lot I should be doing right now.  My legs and hands are very swollen so I am taking a break for a little while.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;  We have finally decided on a name for the baby.  Sorry, but I can't say what it is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8020459405418192304-1065492486566081482?l=ereiling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ereiling.blogspot.com/feeds/1065492486566081482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8020459405418192304&amp;postID=1065492486566081482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020459405418192304/posts/default/1065492486566081482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020459405418192304/posts/default/1065492486566081482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ereiling.blogspot.com/2007/08/well-weekend-is-over.html' title=''/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06206275599597151128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AIJ3saeFyGI/Sa_0kc14Y1I/AAAAAAAAAE4/aAYGMorBAZM/S220/S6302279.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8020459405418192304.post-7691034599350092776</id><published>2007-08-21T12:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T12:47:20.757-05:00</updated><title type='text'>back to school, back to school to prove to Dad that I'm a fool...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So, today is the first day of school.  I took jdr to his classroom and he was off and ready to get his day started.  As I walked out I saw a few mothers with tears in their eyes.  I actually didn't cry does that make me a bad mother?  It has been such a long summer with 5-7 kids per day for 10 hours or more.  I am glad school is going again.  I have to admit that I am burnt out.  Maybe I am just ready for a change.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8020459405418192304-7691034599350092776?l=ereiling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ereiling.blogspot.com/feeds/7691034599350092776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8020459405418192304&amp;postID=7691034599350092776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020459405418192304/posts/default/7691034599350092776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020459405418192304/posts/default/7691034599350092776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ereiling.blogspot.com/2007/08/back-to-school-back-to-school-to-prove.html' title='back to school, back to school to prove to Dad that I&apos;m a fool...'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06206275599597151128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AIJ3saeFyGI/Sa_0kc14Y1I/AAAAAAAAAE4/aAYGMorBAZM/S220/S6302279.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
