<?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-26955421</id><updated>2011-12-28T20:46:01.850-08:00</updated><category term='Ashley'/><category term='coughing'/><category term='Adoption'/><title type='text'>Susie</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qophsusie.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26955421/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qophsusie.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26955421/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Susie Q</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14130256560797874315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>439</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26955421.post-2576215749986900668</id><published>2011-12-28T20:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T20:46:01.997-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sixth Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); "&gt;Christian turned 6 today. It was a weird day today. I had to really teach him to be thankful for what is given to him. I have always talked about people giving him gifts. Saying things like, "Wow that was really nice of them. They don't have much money. They really went out of their way to get you a gift. We must write them a thank you note."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); "&gt;He has been asking for a skateboard and scooter all year. Asking if he was old enough. We told him that 6 was old enough for those things. He got a skateboard for Christmas and a scooter for his birthday. He was happy to get the skateboard on Christmas day. When he opened the scooter this morning he said, "What. A scooter? I already have one of those. I got a skateboard and now this. I don't want this." (The kids across the street gave him an old beat up scooter that they had.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); "&gt;It was all I could not to slap him in the face. We had a talk about how spoiled he is. He should be grateful for what he has. He should be thankful that we gave him what he has been asking for. It really hurt my feelings. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); "&gt;Have we raised a spoiled ungrateful child? Is he really that much of a brat that he acts that way when he does not get what he wants at the moment? Am I that bad of a mother that I have not made any of this clear? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.292969); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); "&gt;Most of the time I say yes to what he wants to do. I remember that he is only 5. Today was different.  I said no to most of what he asked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); "&gt;We usually have his birthday party on his birthday. This year it's Friday. Did this behavior stem from being disappointed in not having a party today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); "&gt;I don't know.  I just want a child to be grateful for the relationships in his life, and not the things that he has.&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/26955421-2576215749986900668?l=qophsusie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qophsusie.blogspot.com/feeds/2576215749986900668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26955421&amp;postID=2576215749986900668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26955421/posts/default/2576215749986900668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26955421/posts/default/2576215749986900668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qophsusie.blogspot.com/2011/12/sixth-birthday.html' title='Sixth Birthday'/><author><name>Susie Q</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14130256560797874315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26955421.post-6484935502401974366</id><published>2011-12-28T20:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T20:05:11.166-08:00</updated><title type='text'>IPad</title><content type='html'>I got an iPad for Christmas. Now I can post. Awesome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26955421-6484935502401974366?l=qophsusie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qophsusie.blogspot.com/feeds/6484935502401974366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26955421&amp;postID=6484935502401974366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26955421/posts/default/6484935502401974366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26955421/posts/default/6484935502401974366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qophsusie.blogspot.com/2011/12/ipad.html' title='IPad'/><author><name>Susie Q</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14130256560797874315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26955421.post-6271371033877462536</id><published>2011-09-04T18:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-04T18:20:53.387-07:00</updated><title type='text'>34</title><content type='html'>I have lost 34 pounds so far.  Everone keeps telling me that I look like I have lost more weight lately, but I have actually gained about 5 pounds. Must the hard exercise regime I have been on!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26955421-6271371033877462536?l=qophsusie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qophsusie.blogspot.com/feeds/6271371033877462536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26955421&amp;postID=6271371033877462536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26955421/posts/default/6271371033877462536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26955421/posts/default/6271371033877462536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qophsusie.blogspot.com/2011/09/34.html' title='34'/><author><name>Susie Q</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14130256560797874315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26955421.post-3436282102062187195</id><published>2011-09-04T18:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-04T18:16:53.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Time</title><content type='html'>I have not been able to post in a long time. I can't post at work because its blocked. I can't post at home because we only have wifi from Jon's phone, and that is a pain. It took me forever to figure out that I can't be logged into yahoo and try to logging in here at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26955421-3436282102062187195?l=qophsusie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qophsusie.blogspot.com/feeds/3436282102062187195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26955421&amp;postID=3436282102062187195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26955421/posts/default/3436282102062187195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26955421/posts/default/3436282102062187195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qophsusie.blogspot.com/2011/09/long-time.html' title='Long Time'/><author><name>Susie Q</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14130256560797874315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26955421.post-6813798534938473968</id><published>2011-01-18T18:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T18:32:31.580-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Words</title><content type='html'>Pokey Doke = Posted Note&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coffee Cat = Copy Cat&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26955421-6813798534938473968?l=qophsusie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qophsusie.blogspot.com/feeds/6813798534938473968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26955421&amp;postID=6813798534938473968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26955421/posts/default/6813798534938473968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26955421/posts/default/6813798534938473968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qophsusie.blogspot.com/2011/01/words_18.html' title='Words'/><author><name>Susie Q</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14130256560797874315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26955421.post-2249696038259402073</id><published>2011-01-18T18:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T18:28:06.971-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ting Ting</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;On Saturday, January 15, I took Ting Ting to be put to sleep. She was a great cat. She was pissing all herself, and could not poop anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She loved to sit in my lap when she was a kitten. I would do cross stitch, or anything, and she would lay in my lap and purr. She was very lovable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got her she had no manners. She would dive head first into your food, water, etc. We got a water gun and used that to teach her not to dive into our food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also started feeding her a little tea spoon of wet food when I got up, and when I came home from work. What a cat on a schedule. If I did not feed her when I got up, she would make herself known. I had to feed the other cats the wet food also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we moved into our house where we now live, we inherited another cat with it. We had 4 cats. They are in order of age: Prince, Sugar, Petey, and Ting Ting. Each cat had their own place to eat the wet food. What a bunch of babies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ting Ting would wait for her food patiently about to fall off the table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She had dark blue eyes that were crossed. When you petted her, her eyes would cross even more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She purred really loudly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss that cat, and the way she used to be. At the end, she was just miserable, and she let us know it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss feeding her the most. Because we worked so hard with her, she was an adorable, lovable cat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the worst thing about having animals, when they die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye Ting Ting &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26955421-2249696038259402073?l=qophsusie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qophsusie.blogspot.com/feeds/2249696038259402073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26955421&amp;postID=2249696038259402073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26955421/posts/default/2249696038259402073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26955421/posts/default/2249696038259402073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qophsusie.blogspot.com/2011/01/ting-ting.html' title='Ting Ting'/><author><name>Susie Q</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14130256560797874315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26955421.post-7625189998941139</id><published>2011-01-05T18:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T18:27:19.464-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Ring on Her Hand</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;When &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Christian&lt;/span&gt; and I were at lunch on Monday, someone else walked in at the same time that we did.  They ate quickly and left.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Christian made a comment about them leaving so quickly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Christian:  "Wow, they are done and are leaving."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Me:  "Yes, they have something to do.  I heard the man say he wanted to take a long lunch to do it."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;C:  "What are they going to do?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Me:  "I don't know.  Maybe the girl is pregnant, and they are going to buy baby things."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;C:  "You can't have a baby unless you are married."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Me:  "Maybe they are married."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;C:  "Did you see a ring on her hand, because I didn't.  They are not married, so they can't have a baby."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I stand corrected!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26955421-7625189998941139?l=qophsusie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qophsusie.blogspot.com/feeds/7625189998941139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26955421&amp;postID=7625189998941139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26955421/posts/default/7625189998941139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26955421/posts/default/7625189998941139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qophsusie.blogspot.com/2011/01/ring-on-her-hand.html' title='A Ring on Her Hand'/><author><name>Susie Q</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14130256560797874315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26955421.post-4068262016818554113</id><published>2011-01-05T18:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T18:19:35.688-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Words</title><content type='html'>To Me = Throw to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26955421-4068262016818554113?l=qophsusie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qophsusie.blogspot.com/feeds/4068262016818554113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26955421&amp;postID=4068262016818554113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26955421/posts/default/4068262016818554113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26955421/posts/default/4068262016818554113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qophsusie.blogspot.com/2011/01/words.html' title='Words'/><author><name>Susie Q</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14130256560797874315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26955421.post-5981735506285806603</id><published>2011-01-05T18:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T18:08:58.847-08:00</updated><title type='text'>30 Pounds</title><content type='html'>I lost 30 pounds this past year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26955421-5981735506285806603?l=qophsusie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qophsusie.blogspot.com/feeds/5981735506285806603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26955421&amp;postID=5981735506285806603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26955421/posts/default/5981735506285806603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26955421/posts/default/5981735506285806603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qophsusie.blogspot.com/2011/01/30-pounds.html' title='30 Pounds'/><author><name>Susie Q</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14130256560797874315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26955421.post-4594688822629836368</id><published>2010-09-13T10:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T10:54:32.401-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I See Your....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I was changing into my bathing suit, and almost had it pulled over my butt.  Christian walked in and said:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"I see your penis."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Me:  "I don't have a penis."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;C:  "Yes you do, its where you pee from."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Me:  "No, ladies don't have penises."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;C:  "What do you have?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Me:  "We have vaginas."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;C:  "Oh, OK."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Thank goodness he did not ask more questions!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26955421-4594688822629836368?l=qophsusie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qophsusie.blogspot.com/feeds/4594688822629836368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26955421&amp;postID=4594688822629836368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26955421/posts/default/4594688822629836368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26955421/posts/default/4594688822629836368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qophsusie.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-see-your.html' title='I See Your....'/><author><name>Susie Q</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14130256560797874315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26955421.post-4615484702352041315</id><published>2010-05-06T18:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T18:57:28.692-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Words</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Christian says the funniest things that mean different things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hole Many: How many.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, yesterday, yesterday, yesterday: Meaning a bunch of days ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kajamas: Pajamas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fing: Thing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26955421-4615484702352041315?l=qophsusie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qophsusie.blogspot.com/feeds/4615484702352041315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26955421&amp;postID=4615484702352041315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26955421/posts/default/4615484702352041315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26955421/posts/default/4615484702352041315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qophsusie.blogspot.com/2010/05/words.html' title='Words'/><author><name>Susie Q</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14130256560797874315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26955421.post-4256333587284313085</id><published>2010-05-06T18:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T18:56:39.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Hate Facebook</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I saw on facebook two days ago that Aaron was rear-ended by a girl, and went to the ER. Lori nor Mom has yet to call me and let me know. If he dies, will they bother calling me and letting me know. One of the many reasons that I HATE facebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another one: Keith told me he was going to Ohio to check out some land buy up there. He wants to move there. He told me not to tell Mom and Dad till he was sure he liked it and decided that he would buy the property and move. Well, Teressa posted it on facebook everyday about the trip, looking at the land, and buying property. I never told Mom or Lori. Then Lori saw on facebook that they were moving, she told Mom, and Mom called me. She was crying, my Dad was upset. It was a regular drama. I called Keith and let him have it. He in turn, hung up the phone, and let Teressa have it. Then, he called Mom and Dad and talked to them. He was sorry he did not tell them. Yeah, now that you hurt someone’s feelings, you are sorry you did not tell them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teressa posts all her personal business on facebook. And I mean personal. She works her two girls against each other, and they have a war on facebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not care if you are playing a game on facebook. Nor do I care if you are trying to get animals for Farmville, or eggs for some other stupid game. Nor do I care if you like something someone said. Nor do I care that you like some picture posted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HATE FACEBOOK. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26955421-4256333587284313085?l=qophsusie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qophsusie.blogspot.com/feeds/4256333587284313085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26955421&amp;postID=4256333587284313085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26955421/posts/default/4256333587284313085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26955421/posts/default/4256333587284313085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qophsusie.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-hate-facebook.html' title='I Hate Facebook'/><author><name>Susie Q</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14130256560797874315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26955421.post-2214714071609925342</id><published>2010-03-13T18:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T18:24:29.925-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You are Not Supposed to Touch People’s Hair Like That When They are Trying to Sleep</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;October 1, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night when Christian was going to sleep, I was laying on the bed next to him waiting for him to go to sleep. I started to lightly rub his hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a couple of minutes, Christian looked at me and said: “Why are you doing that?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: “I was just rubbing your hair.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C: “You are not supposed to touch people’s hair like that when they are trying to sleep.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me thinking: “Ooooooooooooookaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay. I guess I’ve been told.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26955421-2214714071609925342?l=qophsusie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qophsusie.blogspot.com/feeds/2214714071609925342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26955421&amp;postID=2214714071609925342' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26955421/posts/default/2214714071609925342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26955421/posts/default/2214714071609925342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qophsusie.blogspot.com/2010/03/you-are-not-supposed-to-touch-peoples.html' title='You are Not Supposed to Touch People’s Hair Like That When They are Trying to Sleep'/><author><name>Susie Q</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14130256560797874315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26955421.post-6502407960334091737</id><published>2010-03-13T18:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T18:23:33.944-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Terror in the House</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;September 14, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came home today and was met at the door by Jon with a White Russian. He said: “Here, you are going to need this.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked at him like he was crazy. I said: “No thanks, I’m fine.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took one step inside and noticed that Christian was soaking wet from the bottom down. I asked him why he was wet. He did not answer. Instead he went crying and running to his room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmmm. Why he is doing that I wondered?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went into his room. His bed was completely wet on the end where he had been watching TV. The bedspread and sheets were soaked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked how they had gotten wet. Christian answered: “I did it.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said: “You sat on the bed and peed in your pants and did not tell Dad you needed to go to the bathroom?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C: “Yes.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: “I understand the you have been sick. I also understand that you are going to have accidents. What I don’t understand is why you did not tell your dad that you were wet?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C: “I didn’t want to.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: “OK. You didn’t want to? So you have been sitting on the end of your bed and peeing on yourself for a long time because you did not want to?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C: “Yes.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christian got a spanking for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pulled the bedspread off the bed, and took it to the washing machine. Mind you, during all this I still have not put down my purse. I still have everything in my arms from work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go to my room and change. Christian is in his room crying and slamming everything on the floor. It was all said with the whiniest of voices, “I don’t like my books.” I hear books being thrown on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I don’t like blah, blah.” I hear whatever he said being thrown on the floor. I am in my room changing and laughing. It was the funniest thing I had heard in a long time. I prayed for guidance and the right words to come out of my mouth. And not to laugh in his face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 15 minutes, I go into his room. I see he has thrown his books on the table next to his bed on the floor. He has also taken all the pillows, sheet, etc., and thrown all that on the floor. I decide to take this situation to my advantage and not get angry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say: “Wow. Look you took all your things off the bed for me. Thanks. I need to change your sheets. Do you want to help me?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christian, with a surprised look on his face: “No.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: “OK. While I am changing your sheets, you need to pick up the books you threw on the floor. If I have to pick them up, I will put them up where you won’t be able to read them for a long time.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I change the sheet. I reminded him during all that time what I expected from him. All this was said with nicest of voices. Mainly because I found all this to be hysterical. And all the while, Christian is still whining and complaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I get done, the books are still on the floor. I reached down, picked them all up, and put them in the top of my closet. There were some of his favorite ones in the bunch too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This went on for the rest of the night with EVERYTHING. He got spanked twice that night. And the whole thing was so funny to me and Jon. I asked Jon if he had been like that all day. He said yes. I walked over to Jon and asked for a drink of that White Russian!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put Christian to bed early that night. He did not feel good, he had a fever, and he was very cranky. I gave him some medicine, and hugged and loved all over him. Hoping he would understand that I still loved him, even when he is unbearable to be around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I also told Christian that he was grounded from the Spongebob Squarepants game for the rest of the week for the way he had acted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a White Russian when he went to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally gave Christian back his books on September 26, 2009. He got to play his game on Friday, September 18.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26955421-6502407960334091737?l=qophsusie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qophsusie.blogspot.com/feeds/6502407960334091737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26955421&amp;postID=6502407960334091737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26955421/posts/default/6502407960334091737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26955421/posts/default/6502407960334091737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qophsusie.blogspot.com/2010/03/terror-in-house.html' title='Terror in the House'/><author><name>Susie Q</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14130256560797874315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26955421.post-3109102176324105975</id><published>2010-03-13T18:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T18:21:23.181-08:00</updated><title type='text'>B is For Boy</title><content type='html'>8/30/2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night Christian was taking a bath and we were working on his letters.  I put up a B.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said:  “B is for boy.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said:  “I’m a boy.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:  “That’s right.  What am I?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him:  “You’re a mommie.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I guess I am if you look at it like that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26955421-3109102176324105975?l=qophsusie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qophsusie.blogspot.com/feeds/3109102176324105975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26955421&amp;postID=3109102176324105975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26955421/posts/default/3109102176324105975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26955421/posts/default/3109102176324105975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qophsusie.blogspot.com/2010/03/b-is-for-boy.html' title='B is For Boy'/><author><name>Susie Q</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14130256560797874315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26955421.post-1420988503300584136</id><published>2010-01-31T05:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T05:43:20.143-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vitamins</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I quit taking my vitamins to see if I did not need them anymore.  Well, I do.  I have been in a lot of pain.  I started a new Bible Study class and they moved us upstairs.  It kills me to take the stairs.  But I will keep trying until I cannot walk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26955421-1420988503300584136?l=qophsusie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qophsusie.blogspot.com/feeds/1420988503300584136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26955421&amp;postID=1420988503300584136' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26955421/posts/default/1420988503300584136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26955421/posts/default/1420988503300584136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qophsusie.blogspot.com/2010/01/vitamins.html' title='Vitamins'/><author><name>Susie Q</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14130256560797874315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26955421.post-8117991507667803813</id><published>2010-01-07T18:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T18:37:27.223-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have not posted in a long time because they have blogger blocked at work.  I have a bunch of articles written but I can't copy and past from this computer from Word.  My computer in my sewing room does not have internet anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26955421-8117991507667803813?l=qophsusie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qophsusie.blogspot.com/feeds/8117991507667803813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26955421&amp;postID=8117991507667803813' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26955421/posts/default/8117991507667803813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26955421/posts/default/8117991507667803813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qophsusie.blogspot.com/2010/01/long-time.html' title='Long Time'/><author><name>Susie Q</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14130256560797874315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26955421.post-1896420043737589082</id><published>2009-09-17T18:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T18:36:59.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pain</title><content type='html'>I hurt today.  Especially tonight.  My hips are killing me.  Its hard to walk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26955421-1896420043737589082?l=qophsusie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qophsusie.blogspot.com/feeds/1896420043737589082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26955421&amp;postID=1896420043737589082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26955421/posts/default/1896420043737589082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26955421/posts/default/1896420043737589082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qophsusie.blogspot.com/2009/09/pain.html' title='Pain'/><author><name>Susie Q</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14130256560797874315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26955421.post-260325444672603116</id><published>2009-09-14T18:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T18:50:41.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finding a Place to Poop</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Christian has been sick.  And such a joy to be around.  And I mean that in the most sarcastic of ways.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;He went running into his room crying.  About what I don't know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I waited about 15 minutes, then went in there.  He was standing there naked.  He had taken out all of his clothes in the dresser.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I had to stop myself from bursting out laughing.  I asked what he was doing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Him:  "I'm trying to find a place to poop in private."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Me:  "Why don't we go to the potty and poop in the toilet?  If you need privacy, I will turn around."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Him:  "No, I need a place in here to poop."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Mind you, we are still potty training.  I haven't even reached the poop in the potty stage.  I don't know where he got that from.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Me:  "OK.  I know you need a place to poop.  But the best place to poop is in the toilet.  If you are having a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; hard time, and don't want to poop in the toilet, you can poop in your pull up.  But please don't poop in the dresser or under the bed."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Where do they get this stuff from.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26955421-260325444672603116?l=qophsusie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qophsusie.blogspot.com/feeds/260325444672603116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26955421&amp;postID=260325444672603116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26955421/posts/default/260325444672603116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26955421/posts/default/260325444672603116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qophsusie.blogspot.com/2009/09/finding-place-to-poop.html' title='Finding a Place to Poop'/><author><name>Susie Q</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14130256560797874315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26955421.post-2904232513347825479</id><published>2009-09-14T18:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T18:44:12.868-07:00</updated><title type='text'>B is For Boy</title><content type='html'>Last night Christian was taking a bath and we working on his letters.  I showed him a "B".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said:  "B is for boy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said:  "I'm a boy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:  "That's right.  What am I?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him:  "You're a mommie."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well,  I guess I am if you look at it like that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26955421-2904232513347825479?l=qophsusie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qophsusie.blogspot.com/feeds/2904232513347825479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26955421&amp;postID=2904232513347825479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26955421/posts/default/2904232513347825479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26955421/posts/default/2904232513347825479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qophsusie.blogspot.com/2009/09/b-is-for-boy.html' title='B is For Boy'/><author><name>Susie Q</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14130256560797874315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26955421.post-1428095277769120874</id><published>2009-08-13T17:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T18:01:01.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Its Official</title><content type='html'>I forgot to post this, what with breaking my arm and everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We got Christian's revised social security card in.  On July 1.  It has his official name on it.  Its all official.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26955421-1428095277769120874?l=qophsusie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qophsusie.blogspot.com/feeds/1428095277769120874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26955421&amp;postID=1428095277769120874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26955421/posts/default/1428095277769120874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26955421/posts/default/1428095277769120874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qophsusie.blogspot.com/2009/08/its-official.html' title='Its Official'/><author><name>Susie Q</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14130256560797874315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26955421.post-3148963294960248767</id><published>2009-08-07T11:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T11:24:07.919-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Heart Attack</title><content type='html'>My dad started complaining about having chest pains Wednesday night around 8:30. My sister called 911, and they did an EKG. Said it looked abnormal and took him to the ER. They said his enzymes were way out of whack. They told my mom that they would do an angioplasty on Thursday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did not know when they were going to do it. I called mom at 6:30 and woke her, she wanted to be at the hospital early to be there for whenever they took him down. She got there at 8:00, and they said there taking him to do the procedure. I got there just in time to give him a kiss and say I loved him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two hours later, doc said he had a moderate heart attack. There was blockage in the main artery going to the heart on the left. Put in a splint and immediately he was doing better. There were two little arteries in the middle that were completely blocked. They had slowly closed up over time. That is why he did not feel it. They bypassed themselves. There was nothing he could do, nor worth it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His legs have something going on, but not life threatening. When he recovers from this, he will have to go back to get another angioplasty done to the legs to see what is happening. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He would not stop bleeding yesterday. He had to stay in recovery for 4 extra hours. Because he is so thin, they were having a hard time. He finally got back to his room, and got to eat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is doing much better and will recover. He is 72. It was a rough day. I was totally exhausted and so was my mom. But I don't care, because he is better. I was OK tomorrow when I got more sleep. I went to bed at 8:15 and was asleep when my head hit the pillow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26955421-3148963294960248767?l=qophsusie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qophsusie.blogspot.com/feeds/3148963294960248767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26955421&amp;postID=3148963294960248767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26955421/posts/default/3148963294960248767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26955421/posts/default/3148963294960248767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qophsusie.blogspot.com/2009/08/heart-attack.html' title='Heart Attack'/><author><name>Susie Q</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14130256560797874315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26955421.post-2375758329056443870</id><published>2009-08-07T10:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T11:16:18.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Broken Right Elbow</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I broke my right elbow on July 7.  The second to last day of my vacation.  I have not been able to type anything to update until about 1 week ago.  Also at work, they started blocking blogger.com and I could not get on and post from work.  Then, our Internet was down at home.  What is weird is I was able to get on and post this from work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I broke my elbow racing with Christian in the middle of the street.  About 8:30 that night.  I did it a few times, then told him it would be my last time.  Was it ever!  My left leg gave out, and down I went.  On my left knee, then right knee, then down on my wrists.  My right wrist took most of the fall.  My head was close to the cement, I turned it and scrapped my left eyebrow almost off, and bruised my eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was laying in the middle of street.  Almost passed out.  Told Christian to run and get Daddy.  Jon thought I was faking it.  I could not get up for some time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My left eye had a black eye on it.  Just in the lid.  I could hide that pretty well with makeup.  I love makeup for that very reason.  All I had to do was blend in the eye a little and make the right eye match.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I already had a doctor's appointment on Thursday, so I did not go to the emergency room.  I hurt like hell all over.  Especially my right arm.  I could not get dressed or anything you take for granted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They took x-rays at the doctor and found the broken elbow.  I have been seeing a hand/arm specialist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had my mouse switched to the left.  It was very frustrating learning to work with my left arm.  Stuff that took me minutes, would take an hour.  By the end of the day, I simply could not go on anymore.  I usually left at 3:00.  Frustrated and in pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am healing nicely.  The bone looks good.  There is a little pain, but that is from a little spot on my right wrist that I did not know was there because I just switched back to the right mouse.  Discovered that when I could use my right hand more.  So, by the end of the day, I am usually in a lot of pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christian and I have been sticking to games.  We are getting pretty good at Spongebob Squarepants Battle for Bikini Bottom.  I walk in the door and he says:  "I've got the game set up for us."  I start laughing.  Change, and we start playing the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started therapy yesterday.  I have to do specific exercises to make sure the elbow does not freeze up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All is good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26955421-2375758329056443870?l=qophsusie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qophsusie.blogspot.com/feeds/2375758329056443870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26955421&amp;postID=2375758329056443870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26955421/posts/default/2375758329056443870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26955421/posts/default/2375758329056443870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qophsusie.blogspot.com/2009/08/broken-right-elbow.html' title='Broken Right Elbow'/><author><name>Susie Q</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14130256560797874315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26955421.post-1385377185912347583</id><published>2009-06-30T10:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T10:51:14.979-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Problem Solved</title><content type='html'>One more day at work and I am off for 8 days.  Can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;On another positive note, the girl at work that I have complained about before that causes all the trouble, quit.  We are all jumping for joy.  Solved our problem for us.  I am glad there will be no more making up stories and spreading gossip.  Now I don't have to come home every night and do a lot of praying so I don't treat her badly.  The praying started to work, and now she is gone.  I was having a lot of trouble dealing with the fact that she is such a liar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;She just got a new car, and told all of that she was having electrical trouble.  I told Mike all along that she was lying.  She was interviewing.  I was right.  She called in late yesterday morning saying her car was broken.  She went to do the final touches on her new job.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I just learned that she told someone else here that she was going to North Carolina for a week. Then on to Florida for a month.  Then back home, or where ever when done with Florida.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The lies, oh the lies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26955421-1385377185912347583?l=qophsusie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qophsusie.blogspot.com/feeds/1385377185912347583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26955421&amp;postID=1385377185912347583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26955421/posts/default/1385377185912347583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26955421/posts/default/1385377185912347583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qophsusie.blogspot.com/2009/06/problem-solved.html' title='Problem Solved'/><author><name>Susie Q</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14130256560797874315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26955421.post-1224098249773129731</id><published>2009-06-25T10:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T10:44:35.188-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Melt Down</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I have been feeling good lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night Christian had a melt down.  Poor thing.  He was tired.  He woke around 5:30 and did not take a nap.  When I got home, he was hungry and tired.  We fed him, and I played with him for about 30 minutes.  The tiredness started to kick in and he started getting angry because I could not understand what he wanted me to do.  It was hard to understand because he was crying!  He wanted to take his train track and put the Hot Wheels track on it so the train could go on both tracks.  I told him it would not work.  He tried it and low and behold, it did not work.  He proceeded to have his melt down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided it was bath time and bed time at 6:20.  I could not take any more, and neither could Christian.  He cried and screamed the whole bath.  It was so much fun.  You should have been there.  Jon was getting upset because Christian was screaming and crying.  I told him to go outside, because this is how it was going to be until I got him out of the bath.  Once I got him out of the bath, I wrapped him in a towel, and held and rocked him.  He stopped crying.  He was so upset.  Sometimes with little boys they get so upset, they can not stop crying.  So you have to soothe them.  He needed his Mommy for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read him a story.  He actually made it through 2 books.  I turned off his light, and turned on the night light.  He looked at me and said, "I tan't go to sleep."  I walked over and told him he could, cuddled him close, off to sleep he went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was never so happy to see anyone go to sleep.  He needed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Mommy and Daddy got some quality time together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26955421-1224098249773129731?l=qophsusie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qophsusie.blogspot.com/feeds/1224098249773129731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26955421&amp;postID=1224098249773129731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26955421/posts/default/1224098249773129731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26955421/posts/default/1224098249773129731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qophsusie.blogspot.com/2009/06/melt-down.html' title='Melt Down'/><author><name>Susie Q</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14130256560797874315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26955421.post-2732539139505412711</id><published>2009-06-16T10:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T11:12:48.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Disappoint</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;People always seem to disappoint me.  Our department secretary is not happy and looking for a new job.  Why you ask?  Because she is being asked to do something that she does not want to do.  Poor thing.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Let me give you the back up on the activity.  We have uniforms, shirts, etc., that go to our guys who work in the shop and offshore.  It is being ordered under our department code and then charged back to each person's job number when they get new clothing.  We are doing this because we are going to a warehouse accounted system.  We have built a new warehouse onto our building.  In a few months all the clothing will be in the warehouse, given out by the warehouse.  We will have nothing to do with it after that.  But in the mean time, someone has to do it, and she is our support.  So......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;She is complaining that she is better than giving out clothes.  She has worked for 40 years, she should not have to do this.  She is not a clothing store clerk.  There is no where for her to move up in this department.  She is not getting paid very much.  This was only supposed to be a temporary job.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Let me give you back up to all those statements.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We used to have an HSE person that no longer works here, that used to give out the clothing.  And this person used to complain saying the same things.  I went to college, why am I giving out clothing, etc., complain, complain, complain.  Secretary said, "Who does she think she is saying she is not going to what the company asks of her?"  Is that the pot calling the kettle black or what?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;She accepted the wages offered her when the position was given to her.  Then raises were coming out 3 months later and she got one.  Normally we do not give out raises except yearly.  The only reason she got one was because our boss got it for her.  She has gotten a raise every year she has been here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;There are plenty of places for her to move up to.  All she has to do is take the initiative and ask.  She also needs to take the initiative and find out what each job entails, then get the training needed to do the job.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;She told me when she got this job that she was a real estate agent and wasn't making any money, and needed to do something else.  Temporary, does not sound like it to me.  I asked her when her 3 months were up if she wanted to be hired permanent, she said yes.  So, she was.  She said she would go back to real estate if she had to.  Boy, I bet she would make a killing there!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;She was so mad about the clothes last Thursday, that she would not even talk to me.  Now, I have nothing do with the clothing.  That is all our bosses thing.  Rude.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Let's talk about earlier this year.  She took off starting in February 2 months leave of absence because of personal business happening at home.  She was worried that she would lose her job.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;She just got back from vacation.  She took off last Friday and Monday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Even though I will be sorry to see her leave, I wish she would just get it over with and go.  She has threatened to leave 4 times now.  Go already.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This all just amazes me.  I have been here 14 years, I have not had that much time off this year, and I have a lot of time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26955421-2732539139505412711?l=qophsusie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qophsusie.blogspot.com/feeds/2732539139505412711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26955421&amp;postID=2732539139505412711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26955421/posts/default/2732539139505412711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26955421/posts/default/2732539139505412711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qophsusie.blogspot.com/2009/06/disappoint.html' title='Disappoint'/><author><name>Susie Q</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14130256560797874315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26955421.post-5001996359083520142</id><published>2009-06-16T10:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T10:49:31.417-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Social Security</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I sent in the paper work to get Christian's social security card changed to his new name about 2 weeks ago.  I just it back with a letter stating that they need MY identification.  Either my driver's license, state ID, or passport.  Well, I can not give them my driver's license, so I am sending them my passport.  I have no plans to leave the country soon.  I guess I can chalk this one up to my mistake.  Maybe someday I will have all the papers back with his name on it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26955421-5001996359083520142?l=qophsusie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qophsusie.blogspot.com/feeds/5001996359083520142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26955421&amp;postID=5001996359083520142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26955421/posts/default/5001996359083520142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26955421/posts/default/5001996359083520142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qophsusie.blogspot.com/2009/06/social-security.html' title='Social Security'/><author><name>Susie Q</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14130256560797874315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26955421.post-4320114655731879659</id><published>2009-06-15T10:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T10:47:55.057-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beach</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We went to the beach on Saturday.  We had a blast.  We packed a bunch of food and head out.  It was exhausting playing with Christian the whole time, but worth it.  It was a nice day.  A little hot but not bad with the wind blowing.  Around 5:00 it started to cool down.  A lot of the balminess left with the cooler night, and we could have stayed there all night, but we were tired.  Christian fell asleep on the way home.  Got home around 9:30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we were packing up to go home, I had to clean up Christian as best I could.  So I took warm bottled water and poured it over him and got off most of the sand.  I had to hold his head out of the back of the truck and rinse all the sand off.  I almost dropped him laughing.  Then I had to get his bottom part.  He told me he felt better with all the sand off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26955421-4320114655731879659?l=qophsusie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qophsusie.blogspot.com/feeds/4320114655731879659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26955421&amp;postID=4320114655731879659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26955421/posts/default/4320114655731879659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26955421/posts/default/4320114655731879659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qophsusie.blogspot.com/2009/06/beach.html' title='Beach'/><author><name>Susie Q</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14130256560797874315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26955421.post-2397859054069796676</id><published>2009-05-27T11:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T11:21:56.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleep, I Need Sleep</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Christian has decided these past few weeks that he is not going to sleep till 9:oo or 10:30.  I am exhausted.  He fights it and fights it. I do not want to have to give him Melatonin again, but if he does not cut it out and fall asleep faster, I will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its always something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want this blanket under me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want the blanket under me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want some water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wah, wah, wah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26955421-2397859054069796676?l=qophsusie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qophsusie.blogspot.com/feeds/2397859054069796676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26955421&amp;postID=2397859054069796676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26955421/posts/default/2397859054069796676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26955421/posts/default/2397859054069796676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qophsusie.blogspot.com/2009/05/sleep-i-need-sleep.html' title='Sleep, I Need Sleep'/><author><name>Susie Q</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14130256560797874315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26955421.post-6084807344290345981</id><published>2009-05-27T11:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T11:15:30.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cymbalta</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My doctor wanted me to start on Cymbalta.  Its supposed to be one of those anti-depressants that helps with pain.  I don't do well with anti-depressants.  I had nausea, vomiting, diarrhea, fever, fast heartbeat, stomach pain, low fever, loss of appetite (this one I did not mind!), dry mouth, drowsiness, dizziness, headache, and a brain fog.  I sent the doctor an e-mail telling him about my symptoms.  He sent one back:  Stop It.  Sorry.  So many answers went through my mind, I thought the best one would to keep everything to myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I am still recuperating from that awful medicine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26955421-6084807344290345981?l=qophsusie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qophsusie.blogspot.com/feeds/6084807344290345981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26955421&amp;postID=6084807344290345981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26955421/posts/default/6084807344290345981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26955421/posts/default/6084807344290345981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qophsusie.blogspot.com/2009/05/cymbalta.html' title='Cymbalta'/><author><name>Susie Q</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14130256560797874315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26955421.post-7955446565055942539</id><published>2009-05-22T10:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T10:40:13.874-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Birth Certificate</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We finally got in Christian's birth certificate.  It only took 3 months.  Now we get to get the social security card.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26955421-7955446565055942539?l=qophsusie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qophsusie.blogspot.com/feeds/7955446565055942539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26955421&amp;postID=7955446565055942539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26955421/posts/default/7955446565055942539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26955421/posts/default/7955446565055942539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qophsusie.blogspot.com/2009/05/birth-certificate_22.html' title='Birth Certificate'/><author><name>Susie Q</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14130256560797874315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26955421.post-1083123322285683300</id><published>2009-05-22T10:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T10:39:24.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I have been very busy at work and at home.  Christian has been going to sleep later and later.  After he does, I only have time left to get lunch ready for the next day, wash my face, floss and brush my teeth, and its time for bed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I have been extremely tired.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26955421-1083123322285683300?l=qophsusie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qophsusie.blogspot.com/feeds/1083123322285683300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26955421&amp;postID=1083123322285683300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26955421/posts/default/1083123322285683300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26955421/posts/default/1083123322285683300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qophsusie.blogspot.com/2009/05/no-time.html' title='No Time'/><author><name>Susie Q</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14130256560797874315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26955421.post-1628474118530119952</id><published>2009-05-04T08:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T09:03:34.562-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Birth Certificate</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;When we got our papers signed on the adoption, I sent in the official form to the state with all copies and fees.  I sent this in on February 23rd.  We got the papers from my lawyer on February 18, 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On March 20th the check finally cleared my bank.  I guess when they say 6 - 8 weeks, they mean it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I received a letter back from the state stating that they needed the original signed adoption papers or the VSP120 form signed by the judge.  I called the state and asked them if I would get my original copy back, they said no.  I also need the original to get Christian's social security card changed.  They will give it back, but I still need to take them the original.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I call the judge who signed the papers.  I was told they would sign the VSP120 form for me without my lawyer taking it to them.  So, Jon and I go down to court again with all our paper work.  The lady looked it up.  She said they had given the completed form to my lawyer.  I started to laugh.  I said he did not have it.  Could they please complete the bottom for me?  She said they could.  I thought I could wait while they did it, and I was going to mail it in myself.  No, I had to leave it at court, and the court mails it in to the state.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate my lawyer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26955421-1628474118530119952?l=qophsusie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qophsusie.blogspot.com/feeds/1628474118530119952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26955421&amp;postID=1628474118530119952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26955421/posts/default/1628474118530119952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26955421/posts/default/1628474118530119952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qophsusie.blogspot.com/2009/05/birth-certificate.html' title='Birth Certificate'/><author><name>Susie Q</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14130256560797874315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26955421.post-6648204996481617096</id><published>2009-05-04T08:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T08:53:28.554-07:00</updated><title type='text'>April 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I have not been feeling this past month.  Have had some very exhausting days.  The pain was unbearable last Wednesday.  I finally went to sleep after staying awake for 2 hours in pain.  I felt much better on Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is Monday and I am exhausted again.  I need a nap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26955421-6648204996481617096?l=qophsusie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qophsusie.blogspot.com/feeds/6648204996481617096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26955421&amp;postID=6648204996481617096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26955421/posts/default/6648204996481617096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26955421/posts/default/6648204996481617096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qophsusie.blogspot.com/2009/05/april-2009.html' title='April 2009'/><author><name>Susie Q</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14130256560797874315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26955421.post-3343383059903514363</id><published>2009-04-02T10:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T10:52:16.141-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jump</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;On Saturday, Lori and Aaron were going to jump out of an airplane.  It was the 2nd Annual Amputee Jump.  We showed up at 9:00 am.  The wind was blasting and it was 40 degrees outside.  Freezing cold.  There were originally supposed to be about 120 people jumping.  Over 170 signed up.  The place was nice enough to let the amputees jump for free and anyone else had to pay.  Its called Skydive Spaceland in Rosharon, Texas.  Awesome of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They had moon walks, face painting, snow cones, popcorn, and bar-b-que.  It was like a little festival.  We had the Brazoria County ROTC bring up the flags and someone sang the national anthem.  I was teaching Christian to hold his hand over his heart when all of this was going on.  Then they prayed.  Christian was talking to me then.  I asked him to be quiet because they were praying.  He squeezed his eyes shut and started to pray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"God is great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Let us thank Him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For this food."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got all teared up.  It was so cute.  Everyone around me was going, "How cute."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stayed out there till 2:00 pm waiting for them to jump.  It was too windy.  Winds were 30 mph and gusting even more.  They will jump up to 25 mph winds.  Even though they did not jump, we had a great time.  We met some nice people.  Heard lots of stories about how someone lost a limb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so cold out there.  We were on a bunch of flat land and the wind was whipping across it.   Brrrrrr!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26955421-3343383059903514363?l=qophsusie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qophsusie.blogspot.com/feeds/3343383059903514363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26955421&amp;postID=3343383059903514363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26955421/posts/default/3343383059903514363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26955421/posts/default/3343383059903514363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qophsusie.blogspot.com/2009/04/jump.html' title='Jump'/><author><name>Susie Q</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14130256560797874315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26955421.post-5262985177500292055</id><published>2009-04-02T10:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T10:35:14.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Exhausted</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I am exhausted.  I think my Addison's is kicking back in.  I can't get enough sleep and I am dragging.  My throat hurts, so do my glands.  They are swollen.  My hips and legs are hurting too.  I think I have a cold, because I was coughing all night.  And I am stuffed up.  So that could be part of my problems.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26955421-5262985177500292055?l=qophsusie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qophsusie.blogspot.com/feeds/5262985177500292055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26955421&amp;postID=5262985177500292055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26955421/posts/default/5262985177500292055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26955421/posts/default/5262985177500292055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qophsusie.blogspot.com/2009/04/exhausted.html' title='Exhausted'/><author><name>Susie Q</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14130256560797874315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26955421.post-3318158833229533152</id><published>2009-04-01T10:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T10:35:33.804-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Feel Bad</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I feel bad today. I hurt all over. My throat and glands are swollen. I have a headache. I am exhausted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26955421-3318158833229533152?l=qophsusie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qophsusie.blogspot.com/feeds/3318158833229533152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26955421&amp;postID=3318158833229533152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26955421/posts/default/3318158833229533152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26955421/posts/default/3318158833229533152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qophsusie.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-feel-bad.html' title='I Feel Bad'/><author><name>Susie Q</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14130256560797874315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26955421.post-9037320564694644709</id><published>2009-03-31T09:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T10:39:04.621-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beleted Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Not one person at work remembered my birthday. To be fair, my secretary/friend was on leave of absence when it came around. But my feelings are still hurt. Not one person. I make a big deal out of others birthdays. And then nothing. I did not want a cake or a big surprise. All I wanted was someone to remember my birthday at work and acknowledge it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anna, who used to work here, did call me that day and wish me a happy birthday. She asked me when we were going out for my birthday. I told her no one had planned anything. Here is some back up on this. There is a group of us who always go out to lunch and celebrate each others birthday. Guess who always makes the plans? Me. So when mine came around, I did not know I had to plan that also. Anyway, back to the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My secretary is back from leave. She said she did not remember till Anna called her Saturday and made plans to go out to lunch. I think Anna told her my feelings were hurt, because she was apologetic. I understand that people get busy, I am busy. I have a calendar that pops up reminding me the day before of events.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This whole thing makes me look deep inside of me to see what is wrong with me because no one can remember me. It also makes me question my hurt feelings. Now I am starting to trivialize how I feel. And that is wrong. I should never do that. Yesterday in the store I saw a women who could not talk sitting in a wheel chair. She had to type everything in a computer and the computer spoke for her. I stopped to thank God that I can talk, walk (most of the time), see, hear, feel, and touch. She certainly has it a lot worse than I do. I was put in my place by God about how it could be worse. I talked to God about it last night, even though I am hurt by this, I still love all these people, and I don't want to dwell on this. That is why I am typing this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason for this post. My secretary came in today with a cake for me. I really do not want it. My birthday was March 11 not today. Is that petty? So I have to smile and say thank you, and pretend that its OK. Then another girl here, was "I'm so sorry I forgot. I will take you to lunch for your birthday." The whole time I am thinking, "No thanks."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worst thing out of all this, my mom and sister told me at dinner, the one that I had to plan for myself, that they thought of doing something for my birthday but did not because they thought my husband would. A big hahahahaha there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And another thing, while I am complaining. I always plan birthday lunches for my sister, mom, aunt, and cousins. Not one of them planned anything for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makes me look deep inside of myself again to see what kind of person I really am that no one cares enough to plan anything for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update:  The one person that I cannot stand in my department, knocked on my car window when I was leaving and told me happy birthday.  All I could see was her big horse teeth talking to me.  Then she asked me what I did for my birthday, did I go to dinner?  I said, "Yes, I went to dinner when I had my birthday."  I do not think she ever got that yesterday was not my birthday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26955421-9037320564694644709?l=qophsusie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qophsusie.blogspot.com/feeds/9037320564694644709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26955421&amp;postID=9037320564694644709' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26955421/posts/default/9037320564694644709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26955421/posts/default/9037320564694644709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qophsusie.blogspot.com/2009/03/beleted-birthday.html' title='Beleted Birthday'/><author><name>Susie Q</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14130256560797874315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26955421.post-7841031024235395373</id><published>2009-03-16T11:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T11:08:54.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'>At Work</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I am supposed to be off this week.  I started an audit on Friday that should have been started on Wednesday.  But because everyone is so incompetent around here, I was stuck starting it on Friday.  My boss is freaking out because it is not done.  So I am paying the price for everyone elses stupidity, and had to come to work and finish my audits.   Guess how happy I am to be here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26955421-7841031024235395373?l=qophsusie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qophsusie.blogspot.com/feeds/7841031024235395373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26955421&amp;postID=7841031024235395373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26955421/posts/default/7841031024235395373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26955421/posts/default/7841031024235395373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qophsusie.blogspot.com/2009/03/at-work.html' title='At Work'/><author><name>Susie Q</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14130256560797874315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26955421.post-831488463313057048</id><published>2009-03-16T10:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T11:06:21.244-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ashley'/><title type='text'>Ashley Visited</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ashley came by on March 12.  She called first, but I did not answer the phone.  I was busy cooking dinner.  So she just dropped by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gave me a hug, told me happy birthday.  Came in and visited with Christian.  I think she wanted him to remember her.  But he did not.  She was here only about 5 minutes, then got the grand idea that she should get her other little boy, Christopher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So she left in the freezing rain to go and get him.  It was pouring down and about 40 degrees.  She should have left him at home with his father.  Great mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She got back and thought they were going to be the best of friends these two half-brothers.  I am not quite sure what was going on in that warped mind of hers.  Anyway, Christian took a minute to warm up to Christopher.  And vice versa.  They played, then dinner was done, so I fed the little guys.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She kept making a comment about what was she thinking naming her two sons so closely.  I told her it was like in that sitcom, "This is my brother Darrell, and my other brother Darrell."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think she wants them to get this relationship going and be the best of friends.  But she has to come over to do that, so we shall see.  It has been 2 years since she has been over.  So I doubt it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole thing was so funny to watch.  She kept going on about how she had bought Christopher house shoes.  And a bunch of other junk that he does not need in his every day routine.  I was thinking, why don't you buy some diapers for Victor, that would be more helpful than a toy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was on a bi-polar high.  I saw a cut on her wrist.  She finally told me that she cut it Monday after Keith got home.  She showed me a bruise on her arm.  She said Keith was the drunkest she had ever seen and told her what for.  So she cut herself.  I want to hear Keith's story.  I know he could not have been that drunk, he was traveling most of the day before he got home.  And if you are going to cut yourself, save it for something really meaningful, not because your daddy was mad at you.  I felt sorry for Keith coming home to a bunch of drama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I get transferred overseas, then that will put a nip in the problem of just dropping by.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26955421-831488463313057048?l=qophsusie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qophsusie.blogspot.com/feeds/831488463313057048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26955421&amp;postID=831488463313057048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26955421/posts/default/831488463313057048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26955421/posts/default/831488463313057048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qophsusie.blogspot.com/2009/03/ashley-visited.html' title='Ashley Visited'/><author><name>Susie Q</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14130256560797874315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26955421.post-6584986022190783707</id><published>2009-03-16T10:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T10:50:58.365-07:00</updated><title type='text'>50th Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I was 50 on March 11.  Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!  That pretty much explains how I felt that day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Every year I make a big deal out out of my friends birthdays.  When it rolled around to a very important one, only one of my friends called me.   I know one them has a bunch of stuff happening right now, but its only a little phone call or e-mail.  I also make a big deal out of people's birthday around here at work.  Not a thing.  Just a happy birthday would have been enough for me.  Two people around here remembered, and they were guys.  One I don't work with and the other I do.  I really did not expect anything from anyone, just an acknowledgement would have been nice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyway, my family remembered, and that is what counts.  We went out to dinner, had a great time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26955421-6584986022190783707?l=qophsusie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qophsusie.blogspot.com/feeds/6584986022190783707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26955421&amp;postID=6584986022190783707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26955421/posts/default/6584986022190783707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26955421/posts/default/6584986022190783707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qophsusie.blogspot.com/2009/03/50th-birthday.html' title='50th Birthday'/><author><name>Susie Q</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14130256560797874315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26955421.post-3872360428790713755</id><published>2009-03-10T18:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T18:37:21.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dental Work</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I stayed home so we could take Christian to the dentist to get a bunch of dental work done.  He had cavities in the back on each side that needed to be filled.  He had two teeth in the front top that were soft in the back and needed to be scrapped and have caps put on them.  He also got all the rest of his teeth sealed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently he has Ashley's bad teeth and Teressa's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They had to put him under to do it.  We took him home.  He screamed for 2 1/2 hours after we got home. He was so messed up from the anesthesia and some other stuff they gave him before he left, he could not walk.  Of course, he knew that he could, and he fought me for 2 1/2 hours screaming (and kicking).  It took all of my resolve and patience not to slap the crap out of him and yell!  Finally, the anesthesia wore off enough after me rubbing his head for 2 1/2 hours, he went to sleep.  He had to sleep flat.  I was laying on the couch with him, made sure he was good and asleep, and put him in my bed flat and fell fast asleep myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He woke up much better but in a really bad mood.  The rest of the day was better but not by much! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should have been there, it was the best day I have ever spent with him! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately, the cavities were not that bad, and the front teeth had no nerves exposed.  So, that means that we caught it early.  We have to be extra careful with his teeth now!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26955421-3872360428790713755?l=qophsusie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qophsusie.blogspot.com/feeds/3872360428790713755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26955421&amp;postID=3872360428790713755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26955421/posts/default/3872360428790713755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26955421/posts/default/3872360428790713755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qophsusie.blogspot.com/2009/03/dental-work.html' title='Dental Work'/><author><name>Susie Q</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14130256560797874315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26955421.post-7357444499266040897</id><published>2009-03-04T13:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T13:35:04.895-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Adotion Finally Final February 18, 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I have tried to leave a few stories here but I keep getting interrupted every where I try.  From home or work.  I am trying again today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The adoption is finally final.  On February 18, 2009 my lawyer finally went back to court to get the judge sign the papers that I gave him on December 1, 2008.  It took him 3 months to get back to court to do his job.  Three months.  Can you believe that?  And about a gazillion phone calls asking if it had been done.  I do not like my lawyer.  But at least its over now.  I just sent in the paper work to get a revised birth certificate.  My lawyer said he would do it, but after numerous phone calls, I did it myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26955421-7357444499266040897?l=qophsusie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qophsusie.blogspot.com/feeds/7357444499266040897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26955421&amp;postID=7357444499266040897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26955421/posts/default/7357444499266040897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26955421/posts/default/7357444499266040897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qophsusie.blogspot.com/2009/03/adotion-finally-final-february-18-2009.html' title='Adotion Finally Final February 18, 2009'/><author><name>Susie Q</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14130256560797874315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26955421.post-8629687711207295942</id><published>2009-02-13T05:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T05:02:12.135-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vrrrrrmmmmmm</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Last night Christian crawled in bed with me in the middle of the night.  When my alarm went off, I got up to take my shower.  When I was finished, I heard Christian, "Vrrrrrrmmmmmmmmm!  Chick is bad.  Vrrrrrrrrmmmmmmmmm!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I thought he was awake.  I open the door, and he is sleeping.  Having a dream about "CARS".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26955421-8629687711207295942?l=qophsusie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qophsusie.blogspot.com/feeds/8629687711207295942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26955421&amp;postID=8629687711207295942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26955421/posts/default/8629687711207295942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26955421/posts/default/8629687711207295942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qophsusie.blogspot.com/2009/02/vrrrrrmmmmmm.html' title='Vrrrrrmmmmmm'/><author><name>Susie Q</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14130256560797874315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26955421.post-2242561978061527153</id><published>2009-02-12T11:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T11:07:08.681-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prayer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Christian has been saying the prayer with us when we eat. Repeating after each thing I say, its so darn cute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is great&lt;br /&gt;God is good&lt;br /&gt;Let us thank him&lt;br /&gt;For this food. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And then we laugh, and clap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I told Jon that we were a bunch of fools sitting at the kitchen table eating and crying. I am glad he does not realize how sappy we are yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26955421-2242561978061527153?l=qophsusie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qophsusie.blogspot.com/feeds/2242561978061527153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26955421&amp;postID=2242561978061527153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26955421/posts/default/2242561978061527153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26955421/posts/default/2242561978061527153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qophsusie.blogspot.com/2009/02/prayer.html' title='Prayer'/><author><name>Susie Q</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14130256560797874315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26955421.post-1750518381889579567</id><published>2009-02-12T11:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T11:04:25.334-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad, Bad, Bad</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The night before last I did not get any sleep because of pain, the tap, tap, tapping of something in my room.  Drove me crazy.  I was nauseated all night.  My legs were cramping.  So I stayed home yesterday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26955421-1750518381889579567?l=qophsusie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qophsusie.blogspot.com/feeds/1750518381889579567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26955421&amp;postID=1750518381889579567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26955421/posts/default/1750518381889579567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26955421/posts/default/1750518381889579567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qophsusie.blogspot.com/2009/02/bad-bad-bad.html' title='Bad, Bad, Bad'/><author><name>Susie Q</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14130256560797874315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26955421.post-4801328129849626066</id><published>2009-02-04T09:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T09:41:12.174-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cute, Cute, Cute</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I feel bad today.  I hurt all over.  I ache all over.  Its hard to walk.  My throat is swollen, and so are my glands.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well, I was going to post a picture of Christian, hence the title, but it will not let me upload a picture.  So irritating.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26955421-4801328129849626066?l=qophsusie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qophsusie.blogspot.com/feeds/4801328129849626066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26955421&amp;postID=4801328129849626066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26955421/posts/default/4801328129849626066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26955421/posts/default/4801328129849626066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qophsusie.blogspot.com/2009/02/cute-cute-cute.html' title='Cute, Cute, Cute'/><author><name>Susie Q</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14130256560797874315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26955421.post-3895044294205955984</id><published>2009-02-02T10:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T10:35:06.903-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Headache</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I have a massive headache today.  I am starting to get all the symptoms of Addison's back.  I am in a bad mood all the time.  I have the rash on my hands again.  And some other stuff.  But, of course, I have not lost the weight.  I want that one first, not the bad moods.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26955421-3895044294205955984?l=qophsusie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qophsusie.blogspot.com/feeds/3895044294205955984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26955421&amp;postID=3895044294205955984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26955421/posts/default/3895044294205955984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26955421/posts/default/3895044294205955984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qophsusie.blogspot.com/2009/02/headache.html' title='Headache'/><author><name>Susie Q</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14130256560797874315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26955421.post-2510604966272095110</id><published>2009-01-29T11:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T11:20:07.321-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love You Too</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Every night at bath time, Christian and I do a hugging game.  We are close to each with our arms out.  I say go, then we wrap our arms around each other, hugging.  Talk about a stress reliever.  Sometimes we rock back and forth, sometimes we are still.  He always says first, "I love you too!"  That just melts me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26955421-2510604966272095110?l=qophsusie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qophsusie.blogspot.com/feeds/2510604966272095110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26955421&amp;postID=2510604966272095110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26955421/posts/default/2510604966272095110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26955421/posts/default/2510604966272095110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qophsusie.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-love-you-too.html' title='I Love You Too'/><author><name>Susie Q</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14130256560797874315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26955421.post-3863314451311020237</id><published>2009-01-29T10:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T11:17:52.019-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MDO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I have been trying to update here, but every time I open my blog I get interrupted.  Fix this, do this, I need help, blah, blah, blah.  Just now I got interrupted.  Don't you people see me eating?  Yes, they do, they just don't care.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Christian and I have been sick.  We stayed in all last weekend.  Christian came home last week from MDO on Tuesday with a high fever.  Jon could not take Christian's temperature.  I had to leave work at 3:00 and go home to take it.  It had gone down in an hour from 102 to 100.  Jon said Christian told him his back hurt.  There was a huge bruise on his lower back.  I looked for the bruise on Christian's back when I got home and nothing was there.  It had disappeared in an hour.  Jon took a picture of it.  Doctor did not know what to think of it either.  Told us to check Christian's body right after leaving MDO for about a month.  Christian told Jon someone pushed him in the gym while they were playing.  But how much do I believe a 3 year old?  A bunch of kids in the gym playing, and what was innocent on the pushees part, Christian might have seen it as pushing.  I know other people have had a problem believing and wading through what their 3 year old tells them.  I don't know who to ask.  All my friends are older, and they certainly don't have any 3 years olds!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Christian has a vivid imagination.  I love to listen to his stories.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26955421-3863314451311020237?l=qophsusie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qophsusie.blogspot.com/feeds/3863314451311020237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26955421&amp;postID=3863314451311020237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26955421/posts/default/3863314451311020237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26955421/posts/default/3863314451311020237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qophsusie.blogspot.com/2009/01/mdo.html' title='MDO'/><author><name>Susie Q</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14130256560797874315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26955421.post-1264140099868252141</id><published>2009-01-12T16:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T16:45:27.961-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleeping</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Christian fell asleep last night with his head under the covers and his feet on the pillow.  We took a picture of it.  Looked like he had his head chopped off.  I will post a picture when I get it off Jon's phone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26955421-1264140099868252141?l=qophsusie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qophsusie.blogspot.com/feeds/1264140099868252141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26955421&amp;postID=1264140099868252141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26955421/posts/default/1264140099868252141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26955421/posts/default/1264140099868252141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qophsusie.blogspot.com/2009/01/sleeping.html' title='Sleeping'/><author><name>Susie Q</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14130256560797874315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26955421.post-4524462971629908632</id><published>2009-01-12T16:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T16:42:51.893-08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Joke Ever</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tonight when I was giving Christian a bath, he told me his first joke.  I laughed so hard I cried.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Christian:  Knock, knock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:  Who's there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christian:  Orange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:  Orange who?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christian:  Its me!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26955421-4524462971629908632?l=qophsusie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qophsusie.blogspot.com/feeds/4524462971629908632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26955421&amp;postID=4524462971629908632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26955421/posts/default/4524462971629908632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26955421/posts/default/4524462971629908632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qophsusie.blogspot.com/2009/01/first-joke-ever.html' title='First Joke Ever'/><author><name>Susie Q</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14130256560797874315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26955421.post-5472981950644789321</id><published>2008-12-29T18:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T18:26:45.484-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2008 Christmas Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nsYs46dq1SA/SVmGJOqTluI/AAAAAAAAAIA/s9uFx9U0COI/s1600-h/IMG_5616.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These are some of my favorite pictures from Christmas with Robert, Lisa, Christopher, Hope, Sherry, Bob, Jon, me, and Christian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nsYs46dq1SA/SVmF15k5loI/AAAAAAAAAH4/mHg53CFSr-E/s1600-h/IMG_5608.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285402798731138690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nsYs46dq1SA/SVmF15k5loI/AAAAAAAAAH4/mHg53CFSr-E/s320/IMG_5608.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Christian, isn't he adorable?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsYs46dq1SA/SVmFiBtxgqI/AAAAAAAAAHw/9WBFKi_Y6YI/s1600-h/IMG_5587.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285402457318458018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsYs46dq1SA/SVmFiBtxgqI/AAAAAAAAAHw/9WBFKi_Y6YI/s320/IMG_5587.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me, Jon, and Christian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nsYs46dq1SA/SVmFMsVFTRI/AAAAAAAAAHo/WwHQhtU33Yo/s1600-h/IMG_5585.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285402090800499986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nsYs46dq1SA/SVmFMsVFTRI/AAAAAAAAAHo/WwHQhtU33Yo/s320/IMG_5585.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jon, me, Christopher, Robert, Lisa, Bob, Sherry, Christian, and Hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nsYs46dq1SA/SVmE5B0HCJI/AAAAAAAAAHg/vZAND3fQl8k/s1600-h/IMG_5573.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285401752970397842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nsYs46dq1SA/SVmE5B0HCJI/AAAAAAAAAHg/vZAND3fQl8k/s320/IMG_5573.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hope and Christian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nsYs46dq1SA/SVmEmA6kq5I/AAAAAAAAAHY/pETyW5KFE4w/s1600-h/IMG_5570.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285401426311555986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nsYs46dq1SA/SVmEmA6kq5I/AAAAAAAAAHY/pETyW5KFE4w/s320/IMG_5570.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Christian and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26955421-5472981950644789321?l=qophsusie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qophsusie.blogspot.com/feeds/5472981950644789321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26955421&amp;postID=5472981950644789321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26955421/posts/default/5472981950644789321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26955421/posts/default/5472981950644789321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qophsusie.blogspot.com/2008/12/2008-christmas-pictures.html' title='2008 Christmas Pictures'/><author><name>Susie Q</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14130256560797874315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nsYs46dq1SA/SVmF15k5loI/AAAAAAAAAH4/mHg53CFSr-E/s72-c/IMG_5608.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26955421.post-8498877323358556705</id><published>2008-12-29T18:01:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T18:15:07.091-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Third Birthday</title><content type='html'>Here are pictures from Christian's birthday party on Saturday, December 27. Jon, me, Mom, Dad, Lori, Aaron, Blaine, Lisa, Hope, Anna, Jeannie, Brandon, Patty, Aaron, Adam, Tammy, Justin, Brandon, Corbin (devil child), and Carol were all there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsYs46dq1SA/SVmDxp4DZMI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/g73Aa3KqnY8/s1600-h/IMG_5553.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285400526773773506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsYs46dq1SA/SVmDxp4DZMI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/g73Aa3KqnY8/s320/IMG_5553.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Christian and Keith &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nsYs46dq1SA/SVmDX_1BVkI/AAAAAAAAAHI/OZyzBeg8WOM/s1600-h/IMG_5544.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285400085990037058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nsYs46dq1SA/SVmDX_1BVkI/AAAAAAAAAHI/OZyzBeg8WOM/s320/IMG_5544.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Carol, Christian, Lori, and Teressa  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nsYs46dq1SA/SVmCRRka4yI/AAAAAAAAAG4/EQxpeS71hzA/s1600-h/IMG_5533.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285398870981534498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nsYs46dq1SA/SVmCRRka4yI/AAAAAAAAAG4/EQxpeS71hzA/s320/IMG_5533.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cute, aren't we?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26955421-8498877323358556705?l=qophsusie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qophsusie.blogspot.com/feeds/8498877323358556705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26955421&amp;postID=8498877323358556705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26955421/posts/default/8498877323358556705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26955421/posts/default/8498877323358556705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qophsusie.blogspot.com/2008/12/third-birthday.html' title='Third Birthday'/><author><name>Susie Q</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14130256560797874315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsYs46dq1SA/SVmDxp4DZMI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/g73Aa3KqnY8/s72-c/IMG_5553.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26955421.post-5448346464113813141</id><published>2008-12-29T17:57:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T18:01:05.573-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2008 Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I have had a busy week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday, I steamed cleaned the carpets all day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday, went to work for a luncheon for LLIS (Little Leaders in Safety).  Christian drew a picture for it of me being safe.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday, started Christmas dinner preparations early.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday, had Christmas at home.  Went to Chris' for dessert.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday, cleaned house all day long for Christian's birthday on Saturday.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, cleaned the rest of the house, had the party.  Then went to Lisa's for Christmas with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am exhausted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26955421-5448346464113813141?l=qophsusie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qophsusie.blogspot.com/feeds/5448346464113813141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26955421&amp;postID=5448346464113813141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26955421/posts/default/5448346464113813141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26955421/posts/default/5448346464113813141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qophsusie.blogspot.com/2008/12/2008-christmas.html' title='2008 Christmas'/><author><name>Susie Q</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14130256560797874315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26955421.post-3606759675577796583</id><published>2008-12-29T17:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T17:57:03.208-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Malfunction</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The other day Christian were coming home, when we came to a red light. It stayed red a long time. I said, "That light is malfunctioning." .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christian replied, "Its broken?".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How smart to figure out the word meant broke.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26955421-3606759675577796583?l=qophsusie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qophsusie.blogspot.com/feeds/3606759675577796583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26955421&amp;postID=3606759675577796583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26955421/posts/default/3606759675577796583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26955421/posts/default/3606759675577796583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qophsusie.blogspot.com/2008/12/malfunction.html' title='Malfunction'/><author><name>Susie Q</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14130256560797874315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26955421.post-2767668990800047968</id><published>2008-12-08T17:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T17:53:58.776-08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Girl to Like Him</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Christian has his first crush on him. Skylar at church likes him. When I picked him up from his class on Sunday, she stood side ways behind the door and said, "Good bye, Christian." Looking at him with big puppy dog eyes full of love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was totally oblivious. I said good bye to her, and told Christian to tell her good bye. He turned around and waved and said good bye.&lt;*br&gt;&lt;*br&gt;It was so cute. His first crush.&lt;*br&gt;&lt;*br&gt;Skylar is beautiful. She has long blonde hair and big blue eyes. Smart too, talks well where you can understand her. That is pretty good for a 3 year old. Ha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26955421-2767668990800047968?l=qophsusie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qophsusie.blogspot.com/feeds/2767668990800047968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26955421&amp;postID=2767668990800047968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26955421/posts/default/2767668990800047968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26955421/posts/default/2767668990800047968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qophsusie.blogspot.com/2008/12/first-girl-to-like-him.html' title='First Girl to Like Him'/><author><name>Susie Q</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14130256560797874315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26955421.post-8048070302739889839</id><published>2008-11-27T19:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T16:40:09.673-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2008 Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I feel much better. Tuesday and Wednesday were bad, with the head cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Aunt Linda's today for Thanksgiving. We had a great time as usual. Present were Aunt Linda, Uncle John Ray, Mom, Dad, Lori, Aaron, Blaine, Chris, Caryn, Emma, Aubrey, Diana, Alicia, Carol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26955421-8048070302739889839?l=qophsusie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qophsusie.blogspot.com/feeds/8048070302739889839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26955421&amp;postID=8048070302739889839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26955421/posts/default/8048070302739889839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26955421/posts/default/8048070302739889839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qophsusie.blogspot.com/2008/11/2008-thanksgiving.html' title='2008 Thanksgiving'/><author><name>Susie Q</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14130256560797874315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26955421.post-8685682908902305914</id><published>2008-11-24T18:34:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T17:52:37.597-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick on Adoption Day</title><content type='html'>I feel like I am getting sick today. Head is getting stopped up, I hurt all over. My throat hurts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26955421-8685682908902305914?l=qophsusie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qophsusie.blogspot.com/feeds/8685682908902305914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26955421&amp;postID=8685682908902305914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26955421/posts/default/8685682908902305914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26955421/posts/default/8685682908902305914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qophsusie.blogspot.com/2008/11/sick-on-adoption-day.html' title='Sick on Adoption Day'/><author><name>Susie Q</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14130256560797874315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26955421.post-5658847035378740420</id><published>2008-11-24T18:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T17:53:29.914-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Adoption Final</title><content type='html'>The adoption was finalized today. Yipee!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We had to go to court at 8:30. We are there, and have to go before the judge, she starts saying some things are missing. There is no county on papers with Ashley's address, and there are blanks on the papers from the courts in Wichita, Kansas about Colby. They had us sit down while they talked about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They decided to get the papers done in 10 days. They swore us in. Our lawyer asked us some questions. I started to get teary eyed. I had to pinch my left arm to keep from crying, I got my composure shortly after that, and focused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has Christian been in our possession more than six months?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Has Ashley seen him in six months?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Has she given us any financial support?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;How is he related to me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And a bunch of other ones I can't remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the amicus attorney had her turn. She asked questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did the court appointed social worker visit us?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Did we realize that if we got divorced, that we would have to treat him as if he was our own? (Stupid question if you ask me.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Did we love him as if he was our own?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Then the rights of Ashley and Colby was terminated by the judge. Then they went into the phase of proving that we were fit parents. Asked us more questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did we love him?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Would we care for him as he was our own?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Much more than I can remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The judge asked me questions regarding Colby. (About this time, I started crying. Not sobbing crying, but just tears falling down. The judge smiled at me.) If I had ever talked to him. Told her yes once last year around January or March. Gave him our numbers to keep in contact if he chose. He has not called once. She asked about the sleep study that he had done and what the outcome was. Told her that he had mild sleep apnea, and we opted for no surgery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She declared his name that we picked out. Told us congratulations, and we left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My lawyer has 10 days to get the papers back, then he has to file papers to the State for a change on the birth certificate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so happy. I feel like a burden has been lifted from my shoulders. Its official, he is mine and Jon's and always will be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love him so much. My friend has two adopted boys, and she made the statement that you love them more than if they were you own. Because you had to go through so much to get them. So true.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26955421-5658847035378740420?l=qophsusie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qophsusie.blogspot.com/feeds/5658847035378740420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26955421&amp;postID=5658847035378740420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26955421/posts/default/5658847035378740420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26955421/posts/default/5658847035378740420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qophsusie.blogspot.com/2008/11/adoption-final.html' title='Adoption Final'/><author><name>Susie Q</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14130256560797874315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26955421.post-8487735492531271768</id><published>2008-11-21T05:25:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T05:26:18.280-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Adoption Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We will be in court Monday, November 24 for the adoption.  Its at 8:30 am.  I will keep this updated.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I have been in class all week.  Six Sigma.  Very interesting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26955421-8487735492531271768?l=qophsusie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qophsusie.blogspot.com/feeds/8487735492531271768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26955421&amp;postID=8487735492531271768' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26955421/posts/default/8487735492531271768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26955421/posts/default/8487735492531271768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qophsusie.blogspot.com/2008/11/adoption-update_21.html' title='Adoption Update'/><author><name>Susie Q</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14130256560797874315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26955421.post-7054592621707230639</id><published>2008-11-14T11:21:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T11:35:28.754-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heart</title><content type='html'>Mom's heart has very small blockage.  They will treat with medicine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It was a stressful day.  Keith brought Teressa.  She kept repeating the same stories over and over.  We had to get there early Wednesday.  At 6:00 am.  She kept talking about how she hadn't eaten and needed to take her vitamins.  I told her she should have had something to eat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;When they came to get mom, she jumped up and told mom bye before any of us had a chance to say anything to mom.  Which made me mad.  Its not your mother.  She started crying when they wheeled mom away.  Lori and I just looked at each other.  We went to eat.  Keith and Teressa were way behind us because Teressa was suffering terribly from her hips hurting.  Whatever.  Mine hurt just as bad, and you don't see me using a cane.  It was ridiculous.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;She was crying when I got to the table.  "Its my bi-polar."  Whatever.  I told her she should have eaten before she left the house.  Her blood sugar had probably dropped, and that can start a mood swing in anyone.  Let alone a "bi-polar" person.  She talked and talked through breakfast. And cried.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;She went to smoke with Keith.  Lori and I were glad to be away from her.  When we got to mom's room, she was still crying.  Mom was back in 45 minutes.  They did not take long.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;She told us the same stories as she did when we first got there.  Then she got nauseous and threw up.  Then she went to smoke.  Apparently, sometime during this, Keith told her to shut up because she came back and said something.  Keith just shook his head.  How does he stand it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This went on for 4 hours.  It was all about her.  Me, me, me, me.  And we wonder where Ashley and Jennifer get it from!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;When we got in my car, mom and Lori were telling me to drive away from them as fast as I can. I floored it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;What pissed me off about her is this was not about you.  It was about my mom, and her kids being worried about her.  She could have kept her mouth shut, or better yet, stayed home.  She made the situation way more stressful than it should have been.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;She actually had the gall to ask me,  "In your spare time would  you make a list of names of the family for me?"  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I just looked at her and started to laugh.  I asked her, "What free time?  I don't have any free time now that I have Christian."  Me, Lori, and Keith were laughing.  Stupid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26955421-7054592621707230639?l=qophsusie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qophsusie.blogspot.com/feeds/7054592621707230639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26955421&amp;postID=7054592621707230639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26955421/posts/default/7054592621707230639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26955421/posts/default/7054592621707230639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qophsusie.blogspot.com/2008/11/heart.html' title='Heart'/><author><name>Susie Q</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14130256560797874315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26955421.post-4918292814856417209</id><published>2008-11-14T11:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T11:20:57.814-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ashley'/><title type='text'>Adoption Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ashley actually signed the relinquishment papers on Tuesday. I can hardly believe it.  She signed them!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My lawyer said that we would be going to court sometime next week. He has not called back. So we will see when we actually go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26955421-4918292814856417209?l=qophsusie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qophsusie.blogspot.com/feeds/4918292814856417209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26955421&amp;postID=4918292814856417209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26955421/posts/default/4918292814856417209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26955421/posts/default/4918292814856417209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qophsusie.blogspot.com/2008/11/adoption-update_14.html' title='Adoption Update'/><author><name>Susie Q</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14130256560797874315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26955421.post-5436378354816445371</id><published>2008-11-10T10:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T10:54:20.419-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Rest of My Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My mom is having her heart catheter done this Wednesday.  If they find any problems that can be fixed while they are in, they will fix them then.  If they are too big, then she will have major surgery.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Aaron is filming today and Tuesday (possibly Wednesday) for his movie.  Temple Grandin starring Claire Danes.  He is playing the Vietnam vet with the amputated leg that was her boyfriend.  Pretty cool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26955421-5436378354816445371?l=qophsusie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qophsusie.blogspot.com/feeds/5436378354816445371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26955421&amp;postID=5436378354816445371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26955421/posts/default/5436378354816445371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26955421/posts/default/5436378354816445371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qophsusie.blogspot.com/2008/11/rest-of-my-week.html' title='The Rest of My Week'/><author><name>Susie Q</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14130256560797874315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26955421.post-3724736557296537923</id><published>2008-11-10T10:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T10:50:06.653-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Adoption Update</title><content type='html'>I felt awful yesterday. I hurt all over and was very tired. I feel much better today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The process server showed up at Keith and Teressa's to serve Ashley. They called her to come over there and she is out having a pity party with Natasha. Teressa told her off, then Keith got a hold of her. He calmly told her that if she did not sign the papers, that he was going to start treating her like she treats everyone who really cares about her. He told her he was taking her to my lawyers to sign the papers and get them notarized them there. If he did not do what he wanted, then she would pay the consequences.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Maybe the adoption will be done by the end of the year. That would be awesome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I called my lawyer to tell him what is going on and find out when they can be there.  Of course, I had to leave a message.  He was in court.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;All of this will be a big drama fest.  I hate drama.  I am going to have to talk to Ashley, because her and Jon will just get in an argument.  I try to let Jon handle all of the drama stuff, but not this time.  I want it done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26955421-3724736557296537923?l=qophsusie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qophsusie.blogspot.com/feeds/3724736557296537923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26955421&amp;postID=3724736557296537923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26955421/posts/default/3724736557296537923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26955421/posts/default/3724736557296537923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qophsusie.blogspot.com/2008/11/adoption-update.html' title='Adoption Update'/><author><name>Susie Q</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14130256560797874315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26955421.post-5192356417009932748</id><published>2008-11-05T09:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T09:18:48.053-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New President</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We just elected a new President.  I hope he does not do all of the stuff he said was going to do.  It scares me.  He is our President, or he will be, and I will stand behind him.  I do not have to like everything, I just need to support him.  That is what our country is all about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;There is a joke going around.  If Obama is elected, there will be lots of jobs and the economy will get better because everyone who voted for McCain is moving to Canada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I thought I would never see a black man elected President.  We did make history today.  Maybe our country can come together as one now.  Nah, I doubt it, but a girl can always hope.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26955421-5192356417009932748?l=qophsusie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qophsusie.blogspot.com/feeds/5192356417009932748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26955421&amp;postID=5192356417009932748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26955421/posts/default/5192356417009932748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26955421/posts/default/5192356417009932748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qophsusie.blogspot.com/2008/11/new-president.html' title='New President'/><author><name>Susie Q</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14130256560797874315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26955421.post-2681847759555517113</id><published>2008-10-28T07:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T07:44:49.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Better</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Christian is feeling better.  But now I have it.  And I have to be at work.  We are getting audited this week by the Corporate Quality Department.  I have to be here.  It is very difficult.  Sore throat.  Yesterday I had a temperature and it seemed to settle in my hips, it was weird.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I can handle it.  As long as Christian is not sick anymore, that is good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26955421-2681847759555517113?l=qophsusie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qophsusie.blogspot.com/feeds/2681847759555517113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26955421&amp;postID=2681847759555517113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26955421/posts/default/2681847759555517113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26955421/posts/default/2681847759555517113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qophsusie.blogspot.com/2008/10/better.html' title='Better'/><author><name>Susie Q</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14130256560797874315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26955421.post-2919894801364077460</id><published>2008-10-28T07:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T07:43:13.334-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Race</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;You know what is sad about this Presidential election, the fact that so many are making it a racial President election. It should be about who each person thinks is the best candidate. Not the color of their skin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;There is a radio station here that is making it a color of skin election. The problem with the radio station is they are broadcast nationally. They are running the station from Chicago and broadcasting here and many other cities. They keep mentioning white folk and African Americans. Now if a radio station that is considered "white" did that, it would be called racist.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26955421-2919894801364077460?l=qophsusie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qophsusie.blogspot.com/feeds/2919894801364077460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26955421&amp;postID=2919894801364077460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26955421/posts/default/2919894801364077460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26955421/posts/default/2919894801364077460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qophsusie.blogspot.com/2008/10/race.html' title='Race'/><author><name>Susie Q</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14130256560797874315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26955421.post-6971388826677876717</id><published>2008-10-22T10:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T10:49:25.212-07:00</updated><title type='text'>102</title><content type='html'>I have not written in a long time.  I have not had much time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Christian woke up at 11:00pm last night and crawled in bed with me.  He had trouble going to sleep.  He wanted to go back to his room.  That was when I felt how hot he was.  He was burning up.  So I gave him Tylenol at midnight.  At 1:00 he was even hotter.  So he got ibuprofen.  His temperature was 102.  Gave him ginger ale to drink and it went down about 30 minutes later.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I got up and asked Jon to go to bed with him so I could get some sleep.  He went in there and fell in a deep sleep.  Christian crawled back in bed with me about 15 minutes later.  He had no fever the rest of the night.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I decided to go into work late so I could get some sleep.  Christian had a fever when he got up around 7:30.  So back to the medicine.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I am exhausted.  My legs hurt and so do my hips.  Some one is going to have to slap me after I eat lunch.  I will be falling asleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It seems like Christian has been sick for 3 weeks.  He got over that stuff he had 2 weeks ago.  Just barely and now this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26955421-6971388826677876717?l=qophsusie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qophsusie.blogspot.com/feeds/6971388826677876717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26955421&amp;postID=6971388826677876717' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26955421/posts/default/6971388826677876717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26955421/posts/default/6971388826677876717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qophsusie.blogspot.com/2008/10/102.html' title='102'/><author><name>Susie Q</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14130256560797874315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26955421.post-3846569730684933338</id><published>2008-09-29T05:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T05:44:52.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;There are no words to explain how badly my hips, legs, and feet hurt.  I had a hard time getting to sleep last night because of the pain.  But when I finally did, I slept soundly, for a while that is.  I woke several times early this morning coughing, which irritates me, which means I am getting sick. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyway, I went to Wal-mart with Jon yesterday to go grocery shopping.  We had to go together because we needed both of our brains for replacing what we lost in our refrigerator and in other areas.  We walked around that stupid store for over 2 hours.  You have no idea how much I hate Wal-mart.  It has been over 6 months since I have gone to one.  I never shop there, I only did because replacing what we lost was cheaper there.  Ahhhhhhhhhh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Then I took Blaine shopping to Target later in the day shopping for his birthday present.  Of course, he could not make up his mind.  So I made it up for him between several choices.  I got him a docking station for his iPod.   Expensive (well, not too expensive), but by the time we got there, I did not care.  The pain was unbearable.  I was going to do and spend anything to make it stop.  So he was  lucky boy.  And I also spent the money because his dad is an idiot.  He was supposed to pick him up on Saturday at 11:00, then 1:00, then 4:30.  He was at the restaurant waiting for him when he called to tell him "Daddy is too stressed right now to meet with you.  We will do it another day, I promise."  Asshole.  Its all about daddy.  We got home around 8:30.  Christian was exhausted and so was I.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26955421-3846569730684933338?l=qophsusie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qophsusie.blogspot.com/feeds/3846569730684933338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26955421&amp;postID=3846569730684933338' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26955421/posts/default/3846569730684933338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26955421/posts/default/3846569730684933338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qophsusie.blogspot.com/2008/09/there-are-no-words-to-explain-how-badly.html' title=''/><author><name>Susie Q</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14130256560797874315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26955421.post-8060932492541644463</id><published>2008-09-22T10:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T10:48:34.859-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Power On</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We got power on Friday at 8:30 pm.  I was so happy.  I could hear the whole street cheer.  I started a load of laundry about 5 minutes after they came on.  Christian got to sleep with the fan on, and he slept all night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Lori and the family spent the weekend with me because we had power.  Theirs was supposed to be on today evening, but that has changed to Thursday evening.  Lori must have done about 30 loads of laundry.  I can always do my later, so I did not mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26955421-8060932492541644463?l=qophsusie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qophsusie.blogspot.com/feeds/8060932492541644463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26955421&amp;postID=8060932492541644463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26955421/posts/default/8060932492541644463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26955421/posts/default/8060932492541644463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qophsusie.blogspot.com/2008/09/power-on.html' title='Power On'/><author><name>Susie Q</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14130256560797874315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26955421.post-2307942350979750008</id><published>2008-09-19T06:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T06:23:13.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am Tired</title><content type='html'>I am tired of not having any power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am tired of not having any hot water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am tired of taking a hot shower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am tired of not having any food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am tired to driving all over the place to find food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am tired of standing in line to go to the grocery store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am tired of being treated like crap just because someone is sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am tired of the effects of Hurricane Ike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am tired of not sleeping well at night because the windows are open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am tired of no lights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am tired of being told the power was supposed to be on Thursday night, only to find they were not Friday morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am tired of just finding out the power will be on late Monday, September 22.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26955421-2307942350979750008?l=qophsusie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qophsusie.blogspot.com/feeds/2307942350979750008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26955421&amp;postID=2307942350979750008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26955421/posts/default/2307942350979750008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26955421/posts/default/2307942350979750008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qophsusie.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-am-tired.html' title='I am Tired'/><author><name>Susie Q</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14130256560797874315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26955421.post-4736750338404499283</id><published>2008-09-17T11:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T11:55:16.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Early</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I am leaving work early today to find ice and food.  How weird is that to say.  Oh, and I need gas for my car.  There are gas lines every where.  People are freaking out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26955421-4736750338404499283?l=qophsusie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qophsusie.blogspot.com/feeds/4736750338404499283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26955421&amp;postID=4736750338404499283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26955421/posts/default/4736750338404499283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26955421/posts/default/4736750338404499283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qophsusie.blogspot.com/2008/09/early.html' title='Early'/><author><name>Susie Q</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14130256560797874315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26955421.post-9015205214314278717</id><published>2008-09-17T11:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T11:54:08.298-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hurricane Ike</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hurricane Ike hit with a force on Friday night and Saturday.  Wow.   We lost power Saturday morning at 3:00 am and still do not have any.  My work was closed till today.  My house is all electric, so that means that I have no hot water any more.  I have to heat up water on the Coleman stove and pour it in the bathtub.  Taking a coolish bath at 5:00 am is not fun.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We had no damage to our house or property.  We have a bunch of trees in the back yard that do not belong to us.  They were chopped up on Monday.  I have to haul them to the front so Precinct 4 will be able to pick up the mess.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;All the neighbors have been helping each other.  Its been incredible.  Our neighbors across the street have generator.  We have an extension cord running across the street to our house.  They also had a tree fall down that missed my car by about 2 feet.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I am so thankful that nothing happened to us or any of my family.  God was really watching out for us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;By the way, I have a groupie.  Hahahahaha.  Natalia.  I don't know how to link or I would.  Try this to get to her blog.  &lt;a href="http://lovehatelife-natalia.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://lovehatelife-natalia.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;.  She is actually very pretty.  I love that picture of her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26955421-9015205214314278717?l=qophsusie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qophsusie.blogspot.com/feeds/9015205214314278717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26955421&amp;postID=9015205214314278717' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26955421/posts/default/9015205214314278717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26955421/posts/default/9015205214314278717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qophsusie.blogspot.com/2008/09/hurricane-ike.html' title='Hurricane Ike'/><author><name>Susie Q</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14130256560797874315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26955421.post-7423573411795380409</id><published>2008-09-10T05:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T05:06:05.015-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Better</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So far I only have a sore throat from Jon and Christian.  I took zinc, vitamin c, and lemon-honey cough drops and it seemed to knock the illness out of me.  Yea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I am very tired today.  My legs and hips are killing me.  I know Hurricane Ike has something to do with it.  And there is another storm in the Atlantic right behind it.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26955421-7423573411795380409?l=qophsusie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qophsusie.blogspot.com/feeds/7423573411795380409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26955421&amp;postID=7423573411795380409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26955421/posts/default/7423573411795380409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26955421/posts/default/7423573411795380409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qophsusie.blogspot.com/2008/09/better.html' title='Better'/><author><name>Susie Q</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14130256560797874315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26955421.post-7090388882154454359</id><published>2008-09-08T05:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T05:49:31.734-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sickness</title><content type='html'>Jon was sick all week end long, and so was Christian. It was great. I am getting it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not get to go to church yesterday with Christian being sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Last Friday our lawyer called Jon back. He said we will have to wait again because he has to do another serve on the bio father. I asked Jon what he was talking about he already did it. I think he was just repeating what was done in June without looking at our file to see what was actually done. I have put out the word that I need a new lawyer, I will see if I can get one. Doesn't matter if I have to wait till October or November at this time, our lawyer has already pissed away 2 years, so what is another month or two.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26955421-7090388882154454359?l=qophsusie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qophsusie.blogspot.com/feeds/7090388882154454359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26955421&amp;postID=7090388882154454359' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26955421/posts/default/7090388882154454359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26955421/posts/default/7090388882154454359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qophsusie.blogspot.com/2008/09/jon-was-sick-all-week-end-long-and-so.html' title='Sickness'/><author><name>Susie Q</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14130256560797874315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26955421.post-1029603070871596064</id><published>2008-09-05T04:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T04:53:50.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hurt</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I hurt all over.  My hips, legs, and feet hurt the worst.  I am very tired, even though I slept soundly last night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Christian had a head cold yesterday, snot everywhere.  He is better this morning.  Jon did not take him to MDO yesterday.  He got the cold from MDO, so I say take him anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26955421-1029603070871596064?l=qophsusie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qophsusie.blogspot.com/feeds/1029603070871596064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26955421&amp;postID=1029603070871596064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26955421/posts/default/1029603070871596064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26955421/posts/default/1029603070871596064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qophsusie.blogspot.com/2008/09/hurt.html' title='Hurt'/><author><name>Susie Q</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14130256560797874315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26955421.post-7096108241785418124</id><published>2008-09-03T10:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T10:22:52.464-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Drama At Work</title><content type='html'>My legs and hips hurt today.  I am limping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;There is enough drama in my department with all these new people, to be a soap opera.  One's feelings are hurt.  Another one is pregnant.  Lets throw her a shower, says hurt feelings.  Then she pulls out because her feelings are hurt.  Blah, blah, blah, drama, drama, drama.  Pregnant girl really did not do anything wrong this time.  Hurt feelings girl keeps telling me about it.   I want to scream, "I don't care", but I don't, her feelings would be hurt even worse!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I told hurt feelings girl a couple of weeks ago that maybe she is going through menopause and she should be get checked!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26955421-7096108241785418124?l=qophsusie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qophsusie.blogspot.com/feeds/7096108241785418124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26955421&amp;postID=7096108241785418124' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26955421/posts/default/7096108241785418124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26955421/posts/default/7096108241785418124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qophsusie.blogspot.com/2008/09/drama-at-work.html' title='Drama At Work'/><author><name>Susie Q</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14130256560797874315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26955421.post-2327488801767466515</id><published>2008-08-26T10:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T10:44:04.924-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adoption'/><title type='text'>Adoption Fools:  Nothing Happened, Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We were supposed to go to court for the adoption on Monday, August 25. It did not happen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I finally talked to my lawyer Thursday, August 21, after leaving 6 phone calls starting on August 8, which he did not return. On my 7th call he finally got on the phone with me. The adoption was scheduled for Monday at 10:00 am. He still does not have all the required paper work in. We had to get finger printed. I did that in April. I called him and left messages asking him what to do with the finger print cards. Not a word. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Then finally the last time we were in court on June 2nd, he told me nothing was done with the cards, just give them to him. So I did. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Apparently, they have to be sent to the state to get an actual report from the State of Texas about us. Which takes 6 to 8 weeks. The idiot told me that he sent the cards in July. I went off on him then. I asked him why he did not tell me any of this when I asked. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Stupid Lawyer answer: "You aren't supposed to do anything with them, I am."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I did not know I had to talk outside of the box with him, apparently I do. Anyone would have understood what I was asking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;He got the cards on June 2nd and did not send them off till July. He had them a month before doing anything with them. I think what he probably did was, he did not look at our file since he did the paper work required back in June, then when I started calling, looked at it again, and saw the finger print cards sitting there. Close enough to July, its only one week off, let's call it July.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So no adoption on Monday. Stupid jerk. I wish I had the money to hire another lawyer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26955421-2327488801767466515?l=qophsusie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qophsusie.blogspot.com/feeds/2327488801767466515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26955421&amp;postID=2327488801767466515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26955421/posts/default/2327488801767466515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26955421/posts/default/2327488801767466515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qophsusie.blogspot.com/2008/08/ad.html' title='Adoption Fools:  Nothing Happened, Part 2'/><author><name>Susie Q</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14130256560797874315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26955421.post-6463566272313853798</id><published>2008-08-21T10:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T10:11:36.839-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Hot Rocks</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Christian and I were playing yesterday.  He had his horn and I was the drummer/piano player.  I play a mean 4 key piano.  It has a xylophone cords on top of it.  You should see me.  I am awesome!  Anyway, we were tooting and drumming, and having a blast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;He has some fake rocks that came with his dump truck.  I was acting like they were hot, bouncing them in my hand saying, "Hot rock".  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Then, I said, "Hey that sounds like the name of a great band."  So I named our band The Hot Rocks.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I would announce, "Now playing the horn is Christian, playing the drums and piano is Mommy, and playing the guitar is Daddy."  He loved it.  We did that for about 30 minutes.  Jon was taking a shower when all this was going on.  He missed out on all the fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We will probably get the band together tonight to practice!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26955421-6463566272313853798?l=qophsusie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qophsusie.blogspot.com/feeds/6463566272313853798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26955421&amp;postID=6463566272313853798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26955421/posts/default/6463566272313853798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26955421/posts/default/6463566272313853798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qophsusie.blogspot.com/2008/08/hot-rocks.html' title='The Hot Rocks'/><author><name>Susie Q</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14130256560797874315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26955421.post-8926005067118641810</id><published>2008-08-04T06:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T10:46:15.231-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ashley'/><title type='text'>Drama</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I was just reading some notes I made about Ashley and how we got Christian. What a bunch of drama. I am glad she is not coming over, I do not want to hear all the drama she has made up, real or imagined.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Teressa called me on Friday and wanted me to get some money out of Keith's account, go to the pharmacy, and get her prescriptions for her. I told her I would do on Saturday. I got up early on Saturday and got my hair done. Then I went to Teressa's. Jennifer was there asleep on the couch. Teressa said that Jennifer had lost the baby Friday night. I acted all sad. But I was thinking, "What a blessing in disguise."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Teressa told me that Jennifer and Ashley had been staying with her. I bet Keith will be mad when he gets home. She Ashley had gone next door just before I got there. She probably left because she did not want to see Christian. I did not have Christian with me. I came right my hair appointment was done. I left shortly after that because I did not want to see Ashley.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Below are the comments that I wrote two years ago about Ashley. What a bunch of drama.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;8/19/2006 2:00 am&lt;br /&gt;Victor brought Christian to our house. Ashley called Victor around that time and said she was drunk and going to kill herself. He drove over to where she was, took Christian, and brought him to our house for safe keeping. The next day, she didn’t know where he was. She called Victor at work but he couldn’t (and wouldn’t) answer because he was busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8/19/2006 7:00 pm&lt;br /&gt;Ashley came over and everyone decided we should keep Christian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8/26/2006&lt;br /&gt;Ashley came over and got Christian and spent the day with him. She returned him around 8:00 pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8/28/2006&lt;br /&gt;Signed custody papers. Ashley said she would be over in between 9:00-10:00 am. She showed up at 4:30 pm finally. She did not call, I had to call her. Ashley saw him for only 1 hour. She couldn’t stay because she had not paid her car note and they were looking for the car to repossess it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9/19/2006 8:30 pm&lt;br /&gt;Visited to get money and her stuff finally. I had to pack all her stuff for her. Had alcohol on her breath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ashley told me that right after Keith left to go offshore, she tried to kill herself. She was in the hospital for 2 days. So she tried in the week of 9/4/06. She showed me the big gash on her left wrist. The doctor put her on Zoloft and gave her the name of a psychiatrist. I asked if she had called the doctor, she said no. I told her it would really help to call. That I was worried about her. She said there were people stalking the house, broke in and held a gun to her head. Told her not to call the police. She said she did. They broke into the house and just stole her purse. Then slung it back in the yard with her money gone but with her wallet, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t think that is exactly what happened. She probably owed someone money for drugs and that is how they got it back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9/24/2006 6:00 pm&lt;br /&gt;Ashley and Howard came to visit. Christian was tired, it was time for his nap. He didn’t want to be held by Ashley, he wanted me to put him to bed. She left after 10 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9/26/20006 1:00 am&lt;br /&gt;Ashley called Jon and screamed at him that she didn’t know what he was talking about us adopting Christian. Hung up on Jon right after she said that and wouldn’t answer his phone calls. She will not give us Colby’s phone numbers so we can call him. She says she has talked to him, but we don’t believe her.&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/26955421-8926005067118641810?l=qophsusie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qophsusie.blogspot.com/feeds/8926005067118641810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26955421&amp;postID=8926005067118641810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26955421/posts/default/8926005067118641810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26955421/posts/default/8926005067118641810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qophsusie.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-was-just-reading-some-notes-i-made.html' title='Drama'/><author><name>Susie Q</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14130256560797874315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26955421.post-6157552652495502839</id><published>2008-07-30T10:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T10:58:14.202-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bill's Funeral</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We have to go to a funeral tomorrow.  Jon's cousin Bill, died Sunday.  Sad.  It makes me cherish my time with Jon even more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I have not felt like writing lately.  I get to work and start immediately.  Get home, and all the stuff like cook, dishes, clean, play with Christian, put Christian to bed.  Then I am worn out, and do not care if my blog gets updated.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26955421-6157552652495502839?l=qophsusie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qophsusie.blogspot.com/feeds/6157552652495502839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26955421&amp;postID=6157552652495502839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26955421/posts/default/6157552652495502839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26955421/posts/default/6157552652495502839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qophsusie.blogspot.com/2008/07/bills-funeral.html' title='Bill&apos;s Funeral'/><author><name>Susie Q</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14130256560797874315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26955421.post-5001307974751947377</id><published>2008-07-22T18:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T18:41:00.851-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Communication</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Went to the doctor yesterday.  I am getting off the hydrocortisol.  It will take about 8 weeks.  I hate the stuff.  While it worked well in the beginning, it is doing nothing now.  Its only making me gain weight.  Which I really hate.  My myoclonus has been pretty bad lately.  He gave me something for that.  You take it at night, its supposed to help you sleep. That would be great.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Christian never ceases to amaze me.  He is learning stuff by leaps and bounds.  Every day its something new that he does that we showed him a long time ago.  He is now walking around counting to 2.  Looks at something and goes "1, 2."  He points at first one object, then at the second object.  We are working on getting to three.  He knows his numbers, but it is different.  He is actually putting them together with something.  Its like everything is clicking in his head.  And he can communicate now.  He is talking where we can understand him.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This is going to be great.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26955421-5001307974751947377?l=qophsusie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qophsusie.blogspot.com/feeds/5001307974751947377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26955421&amp;postID=5001307974751947377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26955421/posts/default/5001307974751947377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26955421/posts/default/5001307974751947377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qophsusie.blogspot.com/2008/07/communication.html' title='Communication'/><author><name>Susie Q</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14130256560797874315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26955421.post-7682082307990462737</id><published>2008-07-16T17:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T17:48:24.337-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid Idiot Lawyer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I have had a headache for 2 days.  My neck hurts, its making my glands swollen on the left side of my head.  And the headache seems to be mainly on the left side.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yesterday Christian and I were playing, I put something where he did not want it, and he came over and took it form me, and said, "Mama, no no."  Then put what I had where he wanted it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I started laughing.  Thinking to myself, "What an opinionated little boy he's going to be."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Jon finally heard from our lawyer today.  The bio father was served last week.  Stupid idiot, he was supposed to be served a month ago.  I was so angry, I asked Jon why.  He said he was too angry to ask why because he would have just gone off on him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26955421-7682082307990462737?l=qophsusie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qophsusie.blogspot.com/feeds/7682082307990462737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26955421&amp;postID=7682082307990462737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26955421/posts/default/7682082307990462737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26955421/posts/default/7682082307990462737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qophsusie.blogspot.com/2008/07/stupid-idiot-lawyer.html' title='Stupid Idiot Lawyer'/><author><name>Susie Q</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14130256560797874315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26955421.post-657233741138656127</id><published>2008-07-15T09:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T10:08:04.037-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Arm</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I am very tired today. I slept good last night. I am having a hard time concentrating since I am so tired. The hydrocortisol is not working any more. Plus I hate the weight gain, and I was supposed to have energy to exercise from the new medicine. Ha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My throat and glands are swollen. Legs are tired and hurt. I hurt my right arm at the elbow about 2 weeks ago. I did it while doing yard work. Its still not healing. My whole arm hurts now. Its very painful and making me feel worse than I already feel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;On a good note, Christian is talking up a storm. Where we can understand what he is saying to us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26955421-657233741138656127?l=qophsusie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qophsusie.blogspot.com/feeds/657233741138656127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26955421&amp;postID=657233741138656127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26955421/posts/default/657233741138656127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26955421/posts/default/657233741138656127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qophsusie.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-am-very-tired-today.html' title='Arm'/><author><name>Susie Q</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14130256560797874315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26955421.post-1000378176702786043</id><published>2008-07-11T04:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T04:56:31.885-07:00</updated><title type='text'>July 4th</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We went to Crystal Beach for the 4th of July.  Me, Jon, Christian, Mom, Dad, Keith, Teressa, Lori, Aaron, and Blaine were there.  We went on Wednesday and came back on Saturday.  Had a blast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We were going to get a motel room just before Galveston, but Keith saw a friend when he was coming in from offshore, and he gave us the keys to his beach house.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Christian loved the beach.  Went running for the waves and tried to go far, but of course, we would not let him.  Stayed out for about 1 1/2 hours on Friday, then he got tired and wanted to take a nap.  Which was fine with me, because I took a nap also.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Then later the guys were fishing from the beach house in the canal.  Christian wanted to fish too.  So Dad fixed up a fishing pole for him.  We would cast out for him, and he would stand there and hold the pole.  He loved it.  He was the only one to catch anything.  A turtle.  I will post a picture of it when I get them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;On the 4th we went to a late dinner, then came back to the house.  Everyone except me, Jon, and Christian went to the beach to watch fireworks.  Christian was exhausted.  He was out fast, and so was I.  Fireworks were going off till about midnight.  Lori said it was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen.  You could see all over the coast line.  Every where were fireworks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I am going to check on getting a beach house next year for the 4th.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26955421-1000378176702786043?l=qophsusie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qophsusie.blogspot.com/feeds/1000378176702786043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26955421&amp;postID=1000378176702786043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26955421/posts/default/1000378176702786043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26955421/posts/default/1000378176702786043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qophsusie.blogspot.com/2008/07/july-4th.html' title='July 4th'/><author><name>Susie Q</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14130256560797874315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26955421.post-6593277184553229772</id><published>2008-07-11T04:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T04:47:46.847-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I have not been feeling very well lately.  Once I get home, and get everything done that needs to be done, I am too tired to write.  I am all zapped out of writing.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26955421-6593277184553229772?l=qophsusie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qophsusie.blogspot.com/feeds/6593277184553229772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26955421&amp;postID=6593277184553229772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26955421/posts/default/6593277184553229772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26955421/posts/default/6593277184553229772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qophsusie.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-have-not-been-feeling-very-well.html' title=''/><author><name>Susie Q</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14130256560797874315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26955421.post-3771646508980752883</id><published>2008-07-01T04:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T04:59:31.711-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Need Sleep</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I don't think the hydrocortisol is working.  I am still exhausted when I get home.  And its making me gain weight.  I am up to a size 14.   I thought the hydrocortisol would make me feel good enough where I could at least exercise.  But no, that's not the case.  I could not wait to get to bed last night I was so tired.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Christian woke up at 3:00 am from the stupid raccoons.  They scratch around in the attic over his room and mine.  It scares him.  I will need someone to shake me after lunch to keep me awake.  I think I will call the doctor to see what he can prescribe for sleep.  I need it badly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26955421-3771646508980752883?l=qophsusie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qophsusie.blogspot.com/feeds/3771646508980752883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26955421&amp;postID=3771646508980752883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26955421/posts/default/3771646508980752883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26955421/posts/default/3771646508980752883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qophsusie.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-need-sleep.html' title='I Need Sleep'/><author><name>Susie Q</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14130256560797874315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26955421.post-2812616732202780893</id><published>2008-06-21T18:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T18:31:10.692-07:00</updated><title type='text'>20th Wedding Anniversary</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I have not had the energy to come home and do everything I have to do, then come to my computer and write.  I get work early enough to do it, but we have a new person and she won't shut up.  She is a drama queen.  I listen to her stories and think to myself, "I don't care."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyway, Christian has been sick again.  He went to the doctor Thursday.  He has an upper intestine parasite.  He can't be in public too much.  So, no church tomorrow.  That will definitely spread there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Today was my mom's birthday.  We went to lunch at The Cheesecake Factory.  Yummy.  We had a blast.  Then we went to Sam Moon's.  I don't particularly care for the place, but mom needed a new purse and my sister loves it there.  Took Christan and let him walk (run) around.  Mom and me had his hands and he took off from us and got tangled in my left foot, and down I went.  I think I sprained my ankle, my hip hurts, my foot is killing, even my toes hurt.  I have a big bruise on my knee.  I hurt.  And its swollen.  We were both on the ground.  After that, I left, I couldn't walk around anymore chasing him.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I was going to get Jon's anniversary present, but I couldn't make it walking around the store.  So we came home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Our 20th wedding anniversary was Wednesday.  We were going to out, but Christian did not have a nap, and fell asleep at 4:30.  I tried to wake him up and get him dressed, but there was no keeping awake.  He fell asleep after I got him dressed.  So we had to change our plans and get food to go, and eat at home.  If we would have gone out, Christian would have woke up but he would have cried the whole time.  He had a fever anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26955421-2812616732202780893?l=qophsusie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qophsusie.blogspot.com/feeds/2812616732202780893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26955421&amp;postID=2812616732202780893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26955421/posts/default/2812616732202780893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26955421/posts/default/2812616732202780893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qophsusie.blogspot.com/2008/06/20th-wedding-anniversary.html' title='20th Wedding Anniversary'/><author><name>Susie Q</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14130256560797874315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26955421.post-4093474024834292498</id><published>2008-06-07T18:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T18:35:21.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Way to Wear Belts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The other day I went to the bank.  I looked over and sitting the car was a kid about 15 or 16.  He has a white belt with holes in it buckled to about the size of his waist.  He had it around his neck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Is this a new fad with belt wearing.  If it is, it certainly looked stupid.  Or was he just carrying it there till he got to school?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26955421-4093474024834292498?l=qophsusie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qophsusie.blogspot.com/feeds/4093474024834292498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26955421&amp;postID=4093474024834292498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26955421/posts/default/4093474024834292498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26955421/posts/default/4093474024834292498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qophsusie.blogspot.com/2008/06/new-way-to-wear-belts.html' title='New Way to Wear Belts'/><author><name>Susie Q</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14130256560797874315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26955421.post-3757532795956609766</id><published>2008-06-07T18:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T18:32:34.312-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ashley'/><title type='text'>Ashley:  Another Drama Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I almost forgot to write about this.  Ashley came over last Wednesday for 20 minutes.  She called Jon around 10:30 asking if she could come over and "see the baby".  When Jon told me, I wondered "what baby?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;He got the message a couple of hours later, as his phone was turned down.  She came over, played ball with him, then left after 20 minutes.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;She called me today to ask about some medicine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"I was in a wreck yesterday and all the hospital gave me was 800 mg of ibuprofen.  My friend has some hydro, I can't say the rest," so she spells out the rest of the name. says Ashley.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I don't want to take it because I don't know what it will do to me."  says Ashley.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm thinking, "You are worried about taking something you don't know about, but you weren't worried about taking Oxycontin when you were pregnant or Valium?  Stupid."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I tell her its hydrocodine, and its vicodin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Oh, good, then that won't hurt me.  Did Uncle Jon tell you I came over?  He sure has gotten big.  Gotta go, Love you." says Ashley.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The conversation lasted for about 1 minute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26955421-3757532795956609766?l=qophsusie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qophsusie.blogspot.com/feeds/3757532795956609766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26955421&amp;postID=3757532795956609766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26955421/posts/default/3757532795956609766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26955421/posts/default/3757532795956609766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qophsusie.blogspot.com/2008/06/ashley-another-drama-story.html' title='Ashley:  Another Drama Story'/><author><name>Susie Q</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14130256560797874315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26955421.post-461160334065577013</id><published>2008-06-07T18:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T18:25:39.421-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blinding Headaches</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I get these blinding headaches.  Today was one of those days.  I not been very nice to be around today.  While the rest of my body feels fine, the headaches continue.  I wonder if its from the Addison's?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I need to do research.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least for the fun part of today, Christian played in the back.  Swimming and having fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26955421-461160334065577013?l=qophsusie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qophsusie.blogspot.com/feeds/461160334065577013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26955421&amp;postID=461160334065577013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26955421/posts/default/461160334065577013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26955421/posts/default/461160334065577013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qophsusie.blogspot.com/2008/06/blinding-headaches.html' title='Blinding Headaches'/><author><name>Susie Q</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14130256560797874315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26955421.post-2499528533336696441</id><published>2008-06-04T04:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T05:08:10.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Adoption Fools:  Nothing Happened</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;No adoption on Monday.  Why you ask?  Because my lawyer is an incompetent idiot.  This is how our day went Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got downtown, paid $20 for parking for 2 ½ hours.  We go to the 7th floor to the court, our lawyer comes out and gets us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once we are in, we are given a form to fill out.  I am filling out this form, when Jon says, “B smells like shit.  Is that his breath or did he step in dog shit?”  I started laughing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The amicus lawyer comes and says hi, then asks us for $600.  I told her I talked to in January or February and told her then that we had paid her when we came to her office last year.  The fee was only $400 because the judge said it could only be that much.  It is stated in the letter she sent me that the judge ordered a $400 fee for her.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Would you like me to fax everything to you again", I ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She says, “Oh, I just didn’t mark it in your file.  Its no big deal, I will check when I get back to the office.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you believe that, twice asking for money over and beyond what we were told by the judge to pay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the lawyer comes over and hands us a letter with a list of what we owe him.  I look at it.  It has his original fee listed.  Then a break down of $225 filing fee, $10, $10 both of which were paper something or other, then $170 for the serve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Apparently you two were confused as to how my fee is paid, so here is a list of what you owe me.  The fee is what I charge to do an adoption, then you pay all other court costs.”, he says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked him, “Why isn’t the $500 I paid you in December listed on this?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You paid me $500?”, he asks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yes”, I say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“How did you pay it to me?  In cash or check?”, he asks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I paid you in cash on December 6, 2007.  Would you like a copy of the receipt you gave me?”, I say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Cash, no wonder I don’t have it listed here.  Its recorded differently than a check.  Can I have the letter back?”, he says.  I basically heard blah, blah, blah at this point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we wait for the judge to call us.  And all through this waiting, Jon keeps making comments about how bad B smells.  It was all I could do not to laugh really loud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The judge calls us.  We go up there, and are swore in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The judge starts looking at the papers.  She says she see the bio moms default papers.  But where is the bio fathers papers.  B shows the judge the paper work that the we got back from Wichita on the bio father serve.  The judge says that is not good enough.  We need form JSCC (or whatever).  B explains to the judge that when the serve was done, that the serve people in Wichita sent the original in the mail here and it got lost.  His team has been trying to get the paperwork from the Wichita serve people, and they sent him that piece of paper.  The judge said that is not good enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“We have to protect the biological father’s rights.  You need to do this over.”, says the judge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am about to have a fit about this time.  I stop the judge, and ask some simple questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“So, I have to pay for the serve to happen again?  I have to wait the 20 days for Colby to answer the serve again?  And then we can do the adoption?”,  I ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She says, “yes.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My lawyer says, “Don’t worry about paying for the serve, I will take care of everything.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was all I could do not to go off on my lawyer right then and there.  But I would not do that in front of the judge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would not have gotten my hopes up and had them dashed if the lawyer would have done his job originally like I paid him to do.  If my lawyer would have had the paperwork like he was supposed to have, the adoption would have happened yesterday.  My lawyer should have known before we showed up that the judge would not accept anything except JSCC serve papers on the bio father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My lawyer and the amicus attorney are a bunch of idiot, greedy buffoons.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26955421-2499528533336696441?l=qophsusie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qophsusie.blogspot.com/feeds/2499528533336696441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26955421&amp;postID=2499528533336696441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26955421/posts/default/2499528533336696441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26955421/posts/default/2499528533336696441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qophsusie.blogspot.com/2008/06/adoption-fools-nothing-happened.html' title='Adoption Fools:  Nothing Happened'/><author><name>Susie Q</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14130256560797874315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26955421.post-8748746508983656810</id><published>2008-05-30T04:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T04:46:28.094-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Its Happening</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I finally talked with my lawyer yesterday.  We were supposed to go to court today for the adoption.  It was originally set for June 2, but he wanted to move it up to May 30.  He could not get hold of the amicus attorney (attorney for Christian), so we will be going to court for sure on Monday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Its really happening on Monday, June 2.  We have to be at court at 8:30 for "proving ourselves" before the court. Have no idea what idea is, but I can only assume we just have to show that we did all of our stuff, i.e., fingerprinting, drug tests, serving of the bio parents, etc.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26955421-8748746508983656810?l=qophsusie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qophsusie.blogspot.com/feeds/8748746508983656810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26955421&amp;postID=8748746508983656810' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26955421/posts/default/8748746508983656810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26955421/posts/default/8748746508983656810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qophsusie.blogspot.com/2008/05/its-happening.html' title='Its Happening'/><author><name>Susie Q</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14130256560797874315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26955421.post-4675695229051512632</id><published>2008-05-26T17:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T17:40:28.179-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Memorial Weekend:  We Were Going to Do All Kinds of Stuff</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This Memorial Weekend we were going to clean the back yard of dog poop, and set up the pool.  We were going to have water gun fights.  We were going to get a tan and just have fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;That did not happen.  Christian has had a fever from Sunday to Monday.  So, we have been in the house all weekend long.  We only got out today so we could go to Kohl's to get his teachers a present.  That wore him out, he took a 2 1/2 hour nap.  An early nap too.  So he was ready for bed at 6:30 today.  He got his bath at 6:45 and was sound asleep at 7:15.  Poor guy.  He just can't get rid of the fever.  It was 101 yesterday.  When he got up from his nap today, I know it was higher than that, but he was so fussy and felt so bad, I didn't risk taking an anal temp.  All day he has been very grouchy and fussy.  Its been fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;His last week of FDO is this week.  I really wanted him to go all week.  We will see how tomorrow is.  I made cupcakes for tomorrow for his adoption celebration on Friday.  It all depends on how he feels tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26955421-4675695229051512632?l=qophsusie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qophsusie.blogspot.com/feeds/4675695229051512632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26955421&amp;postID=4675695229051512632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26955421/posts/default/4675695229051512632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26955421/posts/default/4675695229051512632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qophsusie.blogspot.com/2008/05/memorial-weekend-we-were-going-to-do.html' title='Memorial Weekend:  We Were Going to Do All Kinds of Stuff'/><author><name>Susie Q</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14130256560797874315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26955421.post-6963251968946053484</id><published>2008-05-21T04:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T04:55:46.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Adoption:  Maybe</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Got a call from the adoption lawyer yesterday finally.  After six calls and messages left.  He said he had the adoption set for Friday.  I am not sure which Friday he meant.  I had just walked in the house and was not near a calendar.  So I just agreed.  I will find out today for sure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But who cares which Friday it is.  As long as it gets done on the 23rd or the 30th.  I was so excited last night I had a hard time sleeping.  I prayed long and hard for this the other day, and God answered my prayers.  Again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26955421-6963251968946053484?l=qophsusie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qophsusie.blogspot.com/feeds/6963251968946053484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26955421&amp;postID=6963251968946053484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26955421/posts/default/6963251968946053484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26955421/posts/default/6963251968946053484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qophsusie.blogspot.com/2008/05/adoption-maybe.html' title='Adoption:  Maybe'/><author><name>Susie Q</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14130256560797874315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26955421.post-6317762583225745428</id><published>2008-05-20T05:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T05:03:09.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Better and Not</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The doctor upped my hydrocortisol.  He told me to take 2 pills in the afternoon.  The first day I tried it, I was up all night.  So, the next day I tried 1 1/2 pills.  Big difference.  I feel good till bed time and can go to sleep.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;As usual, I am up and down.  I felt great yesterday.  Today, I am very tired and red.  My face and neck is red.  Even Jon made a comment about it.  But with the pills I am not as tired as I was, so I guess that is a plus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26955421-6317762583225745428?l=qophsusie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qophsusie.blogspot.com/feeds/6317762583225745428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26955421&amp;postID=6317762583225745428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26955421/posts/default/6317762583225745428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26955421/posts/default/6317762583225745428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qophsusie.blogspot.com/2008/05/better-and-not.html' title='Better and Not'/><author><name>Susie Q</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14130256560797874315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26955421.post-4625922541415132180</id><published>2008-05-20T04:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T05:00:52.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Die Dove Do:  The Sweetest Words Ever</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I have been teaching Christian to say “I love you”.  He has said it several times, but has not said it in the past 6 months.  Don’t know why, that’s the way it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told him on Saturday, “All you have to do is tell me you love me for Mother’s Day, and that is all I need.”  And we continued to play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday morning, we get up, and I tell him I love him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looks at me, and says, “Die Dove Do”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I picked him up and gave him hugs and kissed him all over. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you.  The sweetest words ever heard by any mother.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26955421-4625922541415132180?l=qophsusie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qophsusie.blogspot.com/feeds/4625922541415132180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26955421&amp;postID=4625922541415132180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26955421/posts/default/4625922541415132180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26955421/posts/default/4625922541415132180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qophsusie.blogspot.com/2008/05/die-dove-do-sweetest-words-ever.html' title='Die Dove Do:  The Sweetest Words Ever'/><author><name>Susie Q</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14130256560797874315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26955421.post-3871785273335846804</id><published>2008-05-04T18:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T18:36:40.204-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hydrocortisol</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The hydrocortisol is awesome.  I feel good.  I still get tired easily when I work too hard, but who cares.  Not me.   I just have to make myself take more breaks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I did yard work on the front Saturday.  It was an awesome day.  No humidity, nice cool breeze.  I cleaned out all the junk out of the tree in the front.  Then, I planted a bunch of different kinds of flower seeds.  It will look good when they start to bloom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Christian's back molar on the left is coming in.  He has been kind of cranky, but not too bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26955421-3871785273335846804?l=qophsusie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qophsusie.blogspot.com/feeds/3871785273335846804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26955421&amp;postID=3871785273335846804' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26955421/posts/default/3871785273335846804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26955421/posts/default/3871785273335846804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qophsusie.blogspot.com/2008/05/hydrocortisol.html' title='Hydrocortisol'/><author><name>Susie Q</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14130256560797874315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26955421.post-8343127071985345376</id><published>2008-05-02T04:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T04:51:07.062-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sweetest Kiss Ever</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I am finally on hydrocortisol.  Am feeling much better.  While I was feeling bad, I did not have the energy to come up with anything to write, nor did I care.  It was hard to get out of bed to get to work, it was hard to get up to do anything.   But the hydrocortisol has helped in only 3 days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Wednesday Christian stopped what he was playing and came up to me and patted his mouth and said, "Miss".  I'm thinking, "What?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;He was looking directly at me, you know, with that 2 year old love look.  So I leaned down and gave him an Eskimo kiss.  He looked at me again patting his mouth and said, "Kiss".  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The light goes on.  Ohhhh.  Kiss.  So I lean down and give him a kiss.  Apparently that satisfied him, because he turned around and went back to what he was playing with.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sometimes a guy just needs a kiss.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26955421-8343127071985345376?l=qophsusie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qophsusie.blogspot.com/feeds/8343127071985345376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26955421&amp;postID=8343127071985345376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26955421/posts/default/8343127071985345376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26955421/posts/default/8343127071985345376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qophsusie.blogspot.com/2008/05/sweetest-kiss-ever.html' title='The Sweetest Kiss Ever'/><author><name>Susie Q</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14130256560797874315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
