<?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-26509457</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:12:11.886-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Mom's Life (Or something close to it)</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigbunny77.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26509457/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigbunny77.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>MarthoOfTheLivingDead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17625459670675432332</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>32</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26509457.post-2957428959044678854</id><published>2009-03-07T20:06:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T20:37:47.006-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm not dead yet!</title><content type='html'>I can't wait for summer. I am sick of snow  and cold. I want to here my daughter and her cousins playing in the pool and the sandbox. I want to be able to hear the neighborhood kids outside playing in the sun. &lt;br /&gt;   Last year the neighborhood boys found a bees nest. they spent most of the summer doing as any group of 8-14ish boys would do. They would sneak up on it and throw things at is and run screaming down our driveway. This went on for weeks. It was very entertaining. I would sit there and remember being young and goofy. Thinking of the fact that summer used to mean freedom and fun. Not just another day to work. I want my daughter to be able to enjoy summer and have fun with her friends, learn to ride her bike and have a great time. Then I think of fall and the possiblity of pre-school looming in the future and I think wow is she really that old. I think she is growing up to fast. But that is all part of being a mom.  Your children grow up to fast and you sit there thinking  "wow you can't be that old, what happened?".&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;But I will try to enjoy every day of her being young and I will be there for her as she grows. I may only work my job part time. But momhood is a 24/7 job that never ends. She could be 50 and I would still worry about her. Such is a mom's life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26509457-2957428959044678854?l=pigbunny77.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigbunny77.blogspot.com/feeds/2957428959044678854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26509457&amp;postID=2957428959044678854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26509457/posts/default/2957428959044678854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26509457/posts/default/2957428959044678854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigbunny77.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-not-dead-yet.html' title='I&apos;m not dead yet!'/><author><name>MarthoOfTheLivingDead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17625459670675432332</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-26509457.post-870307756029179527</id><published>2007-05-22T12:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T13:08:59.460-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I am back!</title><content type='html'>It is me. I know I have been gone for a long time, but life has been crazy.  Pretty much I can sum up the entire time I have been gone by one phrase "pretty much sucked".  There have been some good moments but it has been crazy, busy and agravating.  Well now it is may.  I am on the computer will my daughter an my niece are busy watching the Backyardigans.  Now they are beating each other up and screaming.  My niece is a little crabby today.  My Em is now almost 2, walking well and almost speaks english most of the time.  Well, I don't have much time but now but I figured that I had to get started again sometime.  I will be back again soon. At least sooner than I did last time. Its not like anyone ever read this blog anyway. I have to go break up a fight.  Such is a moms life. Later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26509457-870307756029179527?l=pigbunny77.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigbunny77.blogspot.com/feeds/870307756029179527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26509457&amp;postID=870307756029179527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26509457/posts/default/870307756029179527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26509457/posts/default/870307756029179527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigbunny77.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-am-back.html' title='I am back!'/><author><name>MarthoOfTheLivingDead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17625459670675432332</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-26509457.post-116070674051703251</id><published>2006-10-12T22:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T22:32:20.530-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Now we're moving</title><content type='html'>Well Tuesday the baby decided the time had finally come.  She pushed her self up to a standing position and walked across the room.  She had been making everyone walk with her and she would walk holding onto things but now she can't get enough of moving on her own. Over the past week she has moved a little more every day until Tuesday, she walked all day.  By wednesday afternoon she was running.  Now she walks around in circle looking very proud of herself.  She is also at that baby stage of imitating people.  She mostly speaks a type of giberish but more and more words are showing up in her sentences.  Today I said tell daddy "I'm up now. you can go to bed" and she declared "Dada, go bed now".  The look on his face was priceless. She is getting so big and getting smarter every day. It is pretty scary. Well, I am going to go hit some NHL websites.  See you later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26509457-116070674051703251?l=pigbunny77.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigbunny77.blogspot.com/feeds/116070674051703251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26509457&amp;postID=116070674051703251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26509457/posts/default/116070674051703251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26509457/posts/default/116070674051703251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigbunny77.blogspot.com/2006/10/now-were-moving.html' title='Now we&apos;re moving'/><author><name>MarthoOfTheLivingDead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17625459670675432332</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-26509457.post-116036046131724596</id><published>2006-10-08T21:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T22:21:01.326-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Do they really treat the old and sick like this?</title><content type='html'>So, I went to Buffalo to see Grandma again today.  I think that the quality of care she is getting is even worse than we thought.  First off we didn't get out of town til almost 2:00 pm, but that is a different screwed up story.  We got there around 4pm and she looked awful and was sitting up in a chair.  She was all confused, telling us we weren't supposed to be there and that we weren't coming today.  Mom said "remember I told you we were coming out today?" she said"oh right" .  Mom asked how long she had been in the chair.  The answer was since they took my lunch tray around 12:30.  No one had ever come back to check on her.  Mom went looking for the nurse to fine out what was going on and was told the nurse wasn't on the floor at the moment. So Mom said my mother was in pain and needed help. They sent down an aide.  I guess that nobody reads charts or checks things out ever in this hospital.  They were trying to get her to walk from the chair to the bed when the nurse showed up an wanted to know what the aides were doing. I guess Grandma was sitting on a pillow with straps that can be picked up with a lift to move the patient back and forth.  They got her all comfortable and we never saw them again. About a half hour before we were ready to leave her machine started beeping. No nurses to be found.  Mom finally went out to find someone and ran into a different nurse who was headed for our room with a medication bag for the IV. It turns out the nurse from the shift before left without leaving a report 20 minutes early.  This left the poor nurse coming on duty to try and figure out what was going on.  Alarms were going off on half the monitors on the unit and most of the patients had had minimal care all day.  The new nurse was ready for blood as was my mother.  Mom said "What is wrong with this hospital?  Do they just leave their older patients and the people who can't ring the buzzers or take care of themselves to rot?"  Things have been bad there but this is the worst.  My Mom said not to let anything like that happen to her or Dad.  I promised her that there are enough of us that we would descend upon the hospital like vultures and make sure they got decent care.  Now on top of this it looks like Grandma probably won't be out of the hospital and going to rehab in the nursing home on Tuesday.  She may have to stay there longer.  We are all thrilled. Well it has been a long frusterating day, I must go. Will try to be back before to long.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26509457-116036046131724596?l=pigbunny77.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigbunny77.blogspot.com/feeds/116036046131724596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26509457&amp;postID=116036046131724596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26509457/posts/default/116036046131724596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26509457/posts/default/116036046131724596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigbunny77.blogspot.com/2006/10/do-they-really-treat-old-and-sick-like.html' title='Do they really treat the old and sick like this?'/><author><name>MarthoOfTheLivingDead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17625459670675432332</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-26509457.post-115949543170255358</id><published>2006-09-28T21:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-28T22:11:46.893-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun,fun, fun</title><content type='html'>It has been a little while since I have been near a computer, but I was busy. I swear. I have been working, baby is still cranky and unhappy. I had to go to Buffalo to visit Grandma and be mad at nurses. I have not been doing as good as I would like to. Well it could be worse I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we borrowed my In-laws van So Mom, two of my sisters, my neice, Emily and I could go to Buffalo to see Grandma. She is kind of loopy, but not really bad for an 81 year old that is pulled out of their normal environment and put in an area with nothing to do and no one to talk to. My Mom and my Uncle are taking turns going to Buffalo to see her. It is a 1 hr drive for Mom and about a 2 hr drive for my uncle. So life is a little more hectic. She is having surgery on tuesday on the disks in her neck. It looks like they have deteriorated and are pinching her nerves making her have stroke like symptoms. They are going to clean them off and separate them with cadaver bones. That is kind of cool. Then you think of all the movies where someone has part of someone else implanted and they try to kill people and it is kind of creepy. Just kidding. Sometimes thoughts just pop into your head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Sister-in law picked my up from work today. Then we had to go to Walmart to take her sister cigarettes at work.  We had the baby so we didn't have to head right home.  We picked up a couple of things. They we went out to the car which insisted that not starting would be fun.  We disagreed but it won. I hate cars sometimes.  So we sat around with crabby baby tim my Mother in-law came and got us and we went home.  At least baby went right to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no feeling in my middle left toe.  This is the norm most of the time but it is still kind of creepy.  Have you noticed the word for today is creepy.  I like creepy.  Well, I am going to go do creepy things elsewhere. Later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26509457-115949543170255358?l=pigbunny77.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigbunny77.blogspot.com/feeds/115949543170255358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26509457&amp;postID=115949543170255358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26509457/posts/default/115949543170255358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26509457/posts/default/115949543170255358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigbunny77.blogspot.com/2006/09/funfun-fun.html' title='Fun,fun, fun'/><author><name>MarthoOfTheLivingDead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17625459670675432332</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-26509457.post-115897950554253475</id><published>2006-09-22T22:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T22:45:05.550-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The joys of teething</title><content type='html'>So on top of everything else I have a cold or virus or something else that sucks.  Even better the baby has a runny nose and is very cranky.  She went to the Dr today to make sure it wasn't an ear infection. Nope. Of course not.  She is getting 4 teeth at once and will be miserable and keep me up all night for 3 or 4 more days.  I am so thrilled.  Oh well at least she isn't truly sick. But I hate to see her so miserable and unhappy.  I get to got to work at 08:30 tomorrow morning and her Dad gets he til he come into work. He is thrilled.  Well I am going to go eat and do stuff.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26509457-115897950554253475?l=pigbunny77.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigbunny77.blogspot.com/feeds/115897950554253475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26509457&amp;postID=115897950554253475' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26509457/posts/default/115897950554253475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26509457/posts/default/115897950554253475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigbunny77.blogspot.com/2006/09/joys-of-teething.html' title='The joys of teething'/><author><name>MarthoOfTheLivingDead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17625459670675432332</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-26509457.post-115880581573474714</id><published>2006-09-20T22:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T22:30:15.743-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ah fall</title><content type='html'>Ah, Rochester.  Yesterday it was in the mid 70s today high mid 50s to 61 degrees.  Gotta love it. Actually, this is my favorite season and my favorite weather.  Cool but not to cold. The leaves are starting to change, the air smells brisk and like fall.  People are starting to use their fireplaces.  It is great. &lt;br /&gt;I got home from work tonight and found out that my Grandmother on my Mom's side is in a hospital in Buffalo.  She has been having stroke like symptoms, but there is no sign of stroke on her brain.  They did find a herniated disk in her neck.  The Dr thinks that the disk is causing the storke like symptoms.  They are doing MRI's tomorrow.  They may have to do surgery.  That type of surgery is rough on an young healthy person.  It could be real rough on a 81yr old woman.  So all we can do is pray and hope for the best. &lt;br /&gt;Work was incredibly frusturating today.  I was left a pile of papers to put together and file. It turns out that instead of the usual where they are all together and in order, they seem to have been dropped or taken off the printer out of order.  It was like an obnoxious puzzle. Then parts of 2 accounts were missing.  Then one of the books the filing goes in were missing.  Man was I cranky.  Oh well i'm gonna go do laundry and eat something.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26509457-115880581573474714?l=pigbunny77.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigbunny77.blogspot.com/feeds/115880581573474714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26509457&amp;postID=115880581573474714' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26509457/posts/default/115880581573474714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26509457/posts/default/115880581573474714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigbunny77.blogspot.com/2006/09/ah-fall.html' title='Ah fall'/><author><name>MarthoOfTheLivingDead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17625459670675432332</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-26509457.post-115869205161356173</id><published>2006-09-19T14:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T14:54:11.623-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday</title><content type='html'>It is Tuesday.  I am saying this for myself as much as anyone else.  Maybe I will remeber it if I declare it to the world.  Everyone is sleeping but me.  The computer is mean and hates me.  First it pitched my first post off to where ever lost blog posts go.  Then it decide it couldn't find internet explorer.  I was waiting for it to declare itself a duck, quack and lay an egg.  I have adopted a blue pig from that website you can adopt cyber pets from.  His name is Twizzler.  You can make him get really muddy and then wash him off.  I keep trying to leave him dirty because it would be funny.  But the I feel bad, wash him and give him an apple.  I think it is the whole mommy instinct thing.  Oh well I might be able to do it some time at least for a couple of hours.  Well I am gonna go do something, I might be back since it is early.  Must go was a little blue pig. Later&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26509457-115869205161356173?l=pigbunny77.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigbunny77.blogspot.com/feeds/115869205161356173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26509457&amp;postID=115869205161356173' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26509457/posts/default/115869205161356173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26509457/posts/default/115869205161356173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigbunny77.blogspot.com/2006/09/tuesday.html' title='Tuesday'/><author><name>MarthoOfTheLivingDead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17625459670675432332</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-26509457.post-115863684805586109</id><published>2006-09-18T23:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-18T23:34:08.066-04:00</updated><title type='text'>No difference</title><content type='html'>So I don't feel any different today than I did yesterday.  I don't understand the big deal about birthdays. Yeah you are a year older, but is there really a difference between yesterday and today?  Oh well.  Work was bad.  I felt crappy. Steve was sick and went home.  I didn't even really wake up til about now.  All this combining sleep medication and pain medication to "make me fell better" and help me sleep is killing me.  I am sleeping a little more than before.  That 4 or 5 hours of sleep does make a bit of a defference.  But the whole Dr. saying here take more drugs thing makes me feel all creepy.  I don't like not knowing what's going on.  The baby is sleeping I think.  I don't like relying on others to take care of her in the night while I sleep,  but I guess it is better than having to rely on them during the day as well.  I was wrong. She wasn't sleeping.  She is now nestled against my shoulder. I think she just missed me. I was at work all day. It is nice to be needed. Well, I should see if I can get her back to bed.  Later folks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26509457-115863684805586109?l=pigbunny77.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigbunny77.blogspot.com/feeds/115863684805586109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26509457&amp;postID=115863684805586109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26509457/posts/default/115863684805586109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26509457/posts/default/115863684805586109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigbunny77.blogspot.com/2006/09/no-difference.html' title='No difference'/><author><name>MarthoOfTheLivingDead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17625459670675432332</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-26509457.post-115854236955580503</id><published>2006-09-17T21:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-17T21:19:29.556-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Twice in one day</title><content type='html'>Second time I have been on today. No nothing is really wrong. I just haven't been able to do to much, so I have had the time.  We went out to dinner for the birthday thing. that was nice.  We had a great waitress who played with the baby and didn't neglect us as well.  The food was good. The wild wooly baby creature is in bed (hooray).  I am so sore and tired I hope she stays down for the night.  Babies are such filthy little things you could give them 10 baths a day and no one would realize it.  I gave her a bath around 17:30 and by the time she went to bed around 20:30 she was gray and grungy.  Oh well, she still smelled clean.  I can't wait till I can set up to put my pictures from my phone onto the blog.  That will be so cool.  I am gonna go do other things now because my brain is melting.  I will be back in the next couple days.  So long.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26509457-115854236955580503?l=pigbunny77.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigbunny77.blogspot.com/feeds/115854236955580503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26509457&amp;postID=115854236955580503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26509457/posts/default/115854236955580503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26509457/posts/default/115854236955580503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigbunny77.blogspot.com/2006/09/twice-in-one-day.html' title='Twice in one day'/><author><name>MarthoOfTheLivingDead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17625459670675432332</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-26509457.post-115851218414034238</id><published>2006-09-17T12:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-17T12:56:24.150-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow! I'm back so soon</title><content type='html'>It's me again. I am not doing as good as I wish but it could be worse.  Today is my birthday. I feel a lot older than my years. Everyone says I am so young, but tell that to my old bones. I went to my parents house for dinner yesterday. That was nice, my mom made me a chocolate cake from scratch and my favorite bbq chicken.  Things were pretty calm and it was nice.  Anthony was with his mom for most of the time so it was quiet but everybody missed him.  He showed back up about 20 minutes before we left, boy was he happy to be back and see everyone.  My Dad got me a great pair of earings with neat red-orange stones and mom gave me some scrapbooking stuff.  I was able to upgrade my cell phone to one that actually works all the time and as a bonus has a camera feature. So when I figure out the what kind of package I have and need I will probably be putting pictures up as well.  I woke up late today (aroung 08:30) and couldn't get out of bed til about 09:00, took baby downstairs fed her and was ready for a nap. Taking this weekend off was a good idea.  I have to work 8 hors tomorrow. I can handle it I will just be tire, but I have tuesday off so I can rest.  The rest of the week I am working my regular hours. Well baby is napping so I am gonna go veg for a while and maybe talk to some adults.  I just popped in to say hi. So hi. Later folks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26509457-115851218414034238?l=pigbunny77.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigbunny77.blogspot.com/feeds/115851218414034238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26509457&amp;postID=115851218414034238' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26509457/posts/default/115851218414034238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26509457/posts/default/115851218414034238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigbunny77.blogspot.com/2006/09/wow-im-back-so-soon.html' title='Wow! I&apos;m back so soon'/><author><name>MarthoOfTheLivingDead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17625459670675432332</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-26509457.post-115837426634516507</id><published>2006-09-15T22:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T22:37:46.356-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh my gosh, its alive</title><content type='html'>To all of you who don't know who I am and all of you who do I really am alive.  I have just been really busy and sick and distracted.  But here I am to say it is me and I live, before I vanish for 4 or 5 months again.  Well lets see let me recap the last several months. how can I sum them up other than saying they totally "Blew Goats of a large variety and color."  In June the computer was down more often than up and I had no time when it was playing nice.  My dad got jumped July 1st and almost died July 8th, but thanks to good people and a removed spleen he is much better and can hopefully return to work soon.  So July was pretty much a wash because I was helping out my Mom and making sure Dad didn't overdue it to much (haha).  August was ok just more helping family people out and then I got a little sick.  The problem with being sick in a minor way and having MS is the Dr usually says "this could just get better or it could cause a real relapse.  Big suprise 2 weeks ago half my body goes numb and I start getting weaker and weaker. I finally get to the Dr last friday because of the whole holiday week thing and they were going to set up home infusion therapy.  They were supposed to call me later that day.  This was a good thing, I was off most of the weekend and it turns out monday and tuesday. I didn't hear from them til tuesday night. The nurse came out for the first time wednesday morning. Was supposed to come back thursday and friday afternoon.  Well after 4 blown veins and no available good ones the Dr.s office called in non IV medication.  I look like a human pincushoin and I still feel kinda lousy.  But I am off for the weekend and can rest up and spend time with my baby who has turned a year old since the last time I typed at you guys, she is almost walking and running me and everyone else ragged. Well sorry for complaining at the few of me who check my blog out. I will try to get back here before 4 or 5 more months pass.  Later. Super tired, worn out mom is off to the kitchen to scavenge for dinner.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26509457-115837426634516507?l=pigbunny77.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigbunny77.blogspot.com/feeds/115837426634516507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26509457&amp;postID=115837426634516507' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26509457/posts/default/115837426634516507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26509457/posts/default/115837426634516507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigbunny77.blogspot.com/2006/09/oh-my-gosh-its-alive.html' title='Oh my gosh, its alive'/><author><name>MarthoOfTheLivingDead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17625459670675432332</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-26509457.post-114895385921770352</id><published>2006-05-29T21:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-29T21:50:59.226-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What happened to 70 degrees</title><content type='html'>Today the temperatures reached the 90s.  That is way to hot, had to bust out the A/C. Baby was melting last night. So I hope she does better tonight. Well It is to hot to think I will come back tomorrow when baby is not making wake up noises and my brains are not scrambled. Goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26509457-114895385921770352?l=pigbunny77.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigbunny77.blogspot.com/feeds/114895385921770352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26509457&amp;postID=114895385921770352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26509457/posts/default/114895385921770352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26509457/posts/default/114895385921770352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigbunny77.blogspot.com/2006/05/what-happened-to-70-degrees.html' title='What happened to 70 degrees'/><author><name>MarthoOfTheLivingDead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17625459670675432332</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-26509457.post-114861332493030548</id><published>2006-05-25T23:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T23:16:06.536-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Woo hoo 70 degrees</title><content type='html'>So today the temperature broke 70 degrees today. This is a good thing and a bad thing. Hopefully the weather will stay nicer now. But there is one thing I dislike about warm weather. A lot of people who have no business doing so remove a lot more clothing than is necesarry. I do not have a figure for short shorts or tight shorts. So guess what I tend not to where them. If you are 500 pounds don't where daisy dukes. So enough of that. The baby is doing much better today as is my niece. She just cried for a moment but appears to have gone back to sleep, at least for a moment. Now that everyone is getting better and the weather is nicer it is time for birthday BBQs. This week is my dad and my brother-in law. A girl I work with quit with no notice which means hours are gonna change. I don't think mine did much but Steve's have, but hey hours are hours when you have a baby and bills. I was going to talk about something else but my brain deleted it. I'm sure it may come back again some day. It not it was probably not a family friendly topic so it would have been censored anyway. So I must be off to rid the world of injustice and dirty bottles and other super hero type things.  Goodnight&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26509457-114861332493030548?l=pigbunny77.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigbunny77.blogspot.com/feeds/114861332493030548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26509457&amp;postID=114861332493030548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26509457/posts/default/114861332493030548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26509457/posts/default/114861332493030548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigbunny77.blogspot.com/2006/05/woo-hoo-70-degrees.html' title='Woo hoo 70 degrees'/><author><name>MarthoOfTheLivingDead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17625459670675432332</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-26509457.post-114843622991991934</id><published>2006-05-23T21:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T22:03:52.573-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Here I am</title><content type='html'>It's me! I finally got 30 seconds when I am not holding a baby or trying to do something important in a tiny window of oportunity.  The baby is almost sleeping through the night again.  No more power puking or toxic waste diapers.  Here's crossing our fingers that I don't get it.  I am pretty run down and appear to be having a flare up, so the last thing I need is the stomach flu.  It looked like my niece had it this morning.  That poor child seems to be a stomach bug magnet.  I hope it was just a touch and she is doing better.  My baby is acting human again, well baby human.  She is still a little clingy and sleeps a lot (usually in my arms).  I am still exhausted by I am doing ok.  I broke down and made myself a tofutti and soy milk shake (chocolate).  Its not as gross as it sounds I swear.  Yes. Take it from the woman who hasn't been able to have dairy products for about 12 years (allergies).  I don't even remember what the stuff tastes like. So I have know idea what I am missing.  I am sitting aroung waiting for steve to get out of work. Big fun.  I probably won't stay up to late because tomorrow is wednesday and I get Anthony.  I am still not up to full strength and I may be getting sick, so I want to be in as good shape as possible.  Well good night all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26509457-114843622991991934?l=pigbunny77.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigbunny77.blogspot.com/feeds/114843622991991934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26509457&amp;postID=114843622991991934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26509457/posts/default/114843622991991934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26509457/posts/default/114843622991991934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigbunny77.blogspot.com/2006/05/here-i-am.html' title='Here I am'/><author><name>MarthoOfTheLivingDead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17625459670675432332</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-26509457.post-114800736581222108</id><published>2006-05-18T22:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T22:56:05.820-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I almost found sleep</title><content type='html'>Sleep.  That mythical creature I have been hunting and hearing about for days. I actually got a litte last night. Baby is a bit better, not puking today, but stillfeelin crummy.  I can't wait til she is better.  I hate to see her miserable, and a couple hours sleep would be nice.  I am really sore and not functioning well.  If things are still bad in babyland tomorrow I will call the doctor.  It is probably just a virus, but I am mom I get worried. Well just posting an update, I should sleep while I can.  Wish me luck. Goodnight folks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26509457-114800736581222108?l=pigbunny77.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigbunny77.blogspot.com/feeds/114800736581222108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26509457&amp;postID=114800736581222108' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26509457/posts/default/114800736581222108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26509457/posts/default/114800736581222108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigbunny77.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-almost-found-sleep.html' title='I almost found sleep'/><author><name>MarthoOfTheLivingDead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17625459670675432332</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26509457.post-114791917180684517</id><published>2006-05-17T22:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T22:26:11.813-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleep?</title><content type='html'>So, last night I logged off, got something to eat, got ready for bed and on the baby monitor I heard the sounds of an unhappy 8 month old throwing up.  Oh yes, and she wanted no one but mommy.  Mom makes everything better.  So I have been up for a very long time (I think I got maybe 3 hours sleep last night.)  I feel horrible.  I had to call out of work due to the combination of no sleep, being in pain and possibly being in the early stages of whatever she has.  It looks like it may be another long night.  I just popped on to complain for a moment. I am going to try and catch a few winks between pouring pedialyte and getting screamed at.  I have to go to work tomorrow and I will not function on no sleep.  Good night&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26509457-114791917180684517?l=pigbunny77.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigbunny77.blogspot.com/feeds/114791917180684517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26509457&amp;postID=114791917180684517' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26509457/posts/default/114791917180684517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26509457/posts/default/114791917180684517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigbunny77.blogspot.com/2006/05/sleep.html' title='Sleep?'/><author><name>MarthoOfTheLivingDead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17625459670675432332</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-26509457.post-114783316733937842</id><published>2006-05-16T22:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T23:22:19.800-04:00</updated><title type='text'>doctors and more doctors</title><content type='html'>So I got to go to the MS clinic and talk to yet another doctor. If I decide to go with them I will be more likely to get into studies or more help with prescpriptions. I just want to get into some kind of treatment asap. There is a new study with the MS clinic that if I qualify all my meds and MRIs and even parking will be covered by the government as long as the study is going on. That would be a great big help. MS drugs are expensive. He gave us a lot of info on the various medications and treatments. All of the treatments at this point are by injection. It is a good thing I don't mind needles, I have dealt with too many of them in my medical history to be bothered. I am doing research and developing an extensive pen collection. I see the other doctor on june 6th and then we will make more decisions. I am kind of hoping the study thing works out. It would really help. But baby was mad because we didn't take her with us so I came home, spent a little time with her, then went to work. Work sucked because I was tired and sore, but other than that it was ok. Once I get into regular treatment I hope life settles down a little, a study will make things hectic but hey a bit of excitement is always good. Well I am tired and hungry and I am sure my little friend will wake up at least once before I get to sleep. So I must prepare to be supermommy and all. goodnight folks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26509457-114783316733937842?l=pigbunny77.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigbunny77.blogspot.com/feeds/114783316733937842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26509457&amp;postID=114783316733937842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26509457/posts/default/114783316733937842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26509457/posts/default/114783316733937842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigbunny77.blogspot.com/2006/05/doctors-and-more-doctors.html' title='doctors and more doctors'/><author><name>MarthoOfTheLivingDead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17625459670675432332</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-26509457.post-114757072413197874</id><published>2006-05-13T21:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T23:23:32.490-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I am still around</title><content type='html'>Guess what? It's me! I haven't been on in a couple of days so I thought I should pop on and let the few that keep up with me know I am still alive. It has just been a very hectic last couple of days. Also I just haven't felt like myself for a few days. Maybe it is just the being busy. I am also pretty tired, baby is teething again. I have really overdone it the past 4 or 5 days. I am not getting used to the fact that my limitations are real and backed up by doctors now, so I shouldn't push myself past my limit quite as often as I have in the past. One of these days I have to dig through the fog and formulate my thoughts and discuss and research this disease. I have only known about it for a few weeks. But maybe the not saying what it is makes it not as real. So this is the safe place where I don't have to face it. But most people know it from reading &lt;a href="http://lessonsunlearned.blogspot.com"&gt;wanderer' s&lt;/a&gt; blog anyway. Fine, about a month and a half ago I had a killer migraine for a couple of weeks. Then I went blind in my right eye. So I went to the eye doctor. He sent me to a neuro-opthalmologist. I was diagnosed with optic neuritis. 40% of people who get optic neuritis either have or get MS. So the doctor sent me to get an MRI. It turns out I do have MS. I thought gee that explains a lot. The doc says that with treatment I can live a full life for a long time. So why let it get me down. Me having MS isn't going to make Ms emily stop needing me to be super mom. So I will be as super as I can for as long as I can. Life has not changed. I am still the same person I was before I found out. I still get up early, get up in the middle of the night, crawl around trying to figure out where the animal cracker she just had went. I am mom, she still looks at me with adoration when I pick her up and screams at me when she feels like it. This morning I got up to take my shower before work and Em stayed with her dad on the bed. I came back and she was kicking him in the head. He says they went 12 rounds and she was the victor. Anthony learned a new trick. He can take off his pants, he does it all the time now. He was running around in a shirt a diaper and one sock today. It was a bold statement. Well I am sore tired and hungry so I better do something about these things while baby is sleeping. I also have to wash my super mom costume. So,night folks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26509457-114757072413197874?l=pigbunny77.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigbunny77.blogspot.com/feeds/114757072413197874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26509457&amp;postID=114757072413197874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26509457/posts/default/114757072413197874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26509457/posts/default/114757072413197874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigbunny77.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-am-still-around.html' title='I am still around'/><author><name>MarthoOfTheLivingDead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17625459670675432332</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-26509457.post-114723257294129993</id><published>2006-05-09T23:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T23:42:52.996-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What a zoo</title><content type='html'>So today the baby was nice.  She slept all the way through the night and didn't wake up til 08:15.  I was impressed, I got almost 8 hours of sleep.  That hasn't happend in quite a while.  So we went downstairs ans ate breakfast, then baby ate part of my breakfast.  We were waiting for my mom to come get us to go to the zoo.  When she finally showed up she had Anthony and my niece Alexa with her.  So we wedged the third carseat into the back seat and crammed strollers into the trunk and were on our way.  We got to the zoo and founf out admission is now $8, but mom bought a membership so we can get in for the rest of the year.  The baby's were excited by everything, they weren't sure what they were looking for or at but it was good.  Mom really needs a double stroller, because the pushing on stroller dragging the other behind you thing gets old fast.  We saw some animals and had a good time Anthony kept pointing and asking "what is it?". Emily fell asleep in the monkey house. They are builing more exhibits onto the zoo,  probably so they can charge more.  But it was a nice walk and a good time. All the babys even made it out with all their shoes, hats, etc. &lt;br /&gt;   Well then I had ro feed baby and get ready to drop her back off to mom so I could go to work.  My ride cam to get us and we dropped off the baby.  My grandfather usually takes me to work because I can't drive, so we went to mom's house and as soon as grandpa walked in my sisters baby started to cry.  Every time my neice see's my grandparent she cries for some reason.  So we dropped off baby and I went to work which was work.  The chairs at work are horrible.  They should all be retired but that won't happen.  Oh well, I can stand some back pain.  Today it was pretty bad pain wise but I had expected it.  It was a three pain killer day.  Tomorrow I get to go for MRI results, that will be big fun. Part of me wants to know part of me doesnt.  But tomorrow I also get to watch Anthony, and maybe pick up baby pictures.  Emily is upstairs sleeping already.  She was asleep when mom came to pick me up.  So she is still in her clothes.  I wasn't going to wake her up.  Well I should drsg my Super exhausted body to bed before super baby waked up super mom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26509457-114723257294129993?l=pigbunny77.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigbunny77.blogspot.com/feeds/114723257294129993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26509457&amp;postID=114723257294129993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26509457/posts/default/114723257294129993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26509457/posts/default/114723257294129993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigbunny77.blogspot.com/2006/05/what-zoo.html' title='What a zoo'/><author><name>MarthoOfTheLivingDead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17625459670675432332</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-26509457.post-114688523655617431</id><published>2006-05-05T22:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T23:13:56.586-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Super long Friday</title><content type='html'>So, I was up early with the baby (big surprise).  I took her downstairs and fed her (oatmeal everywhere), she has a high chair now.  For the moment it is a really cool thing to her.  But before to long she will complain fidget and try to escape, like all babies eventually do.  We also got a walker, but I hsaven't see it yet (still in the box).  So I am watching a movie and holding sleeping baby, when my in-laws woke up and came downstairs so we could go shopping.  We went to the Walmart, because baby needed diapers and shoes.  I spent a lot of money.  Then we went to Wegmans for the few things you can't get at Walmart like soy cheese and teething biscuits.  So this took hours. There was no room at all in the car (almost not enough room for us). So it was after 13:00 when we got back.  I had to be to work at 16:00 so I had to feed baby, put away groceries, take a shower, pack up the baby for going to the sitter and still find time in there to eat lunch.  My last day off was last wed. I think.  My next day off is Sunday.  Thanks to drs appts and MRIs I have lots of days off next week.  Baby will love it.  So I was finally ready for work, had baby all together and got her into the car. When she got to my parent's house all the other babies were there and yelling. She didn't even yell when I left. I think she was too fascinated by the noise.  So I got to work dealt with all that fun and here I am.  I should get food, take pain killers and go to bed while baby is sleeping.  Will I? Probably not. I might do part of it, I am starving.  I should probably try to do the sleep thing as well.  I have to be at work at 09:30. So I will drag my super mom self off to check out food and try to sleep.  Night folks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26509457-114688523655617431?l=pigbunny77.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigbunny77.blogspot.com/feeds/114688523655617431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26509457&amp;postID=114688523655617431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26509457/posts/default/114688523655617431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26509457/posts/default/114688523655617431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigbunny77.blogspot.com/2006/05/super-long-friday.html' title='Super long Friday'/><author><name>MarthoOfTheLivingDead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17625459670675432332</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-26509457.post-114671136187301379</id><published>2006-05-03T22:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T22:56:01.910-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A short walk</title><content type='html'>So I didn't have to watch Anthony this morning, because I had to be at work at 07:30.  This being an hour befor he usually shows up made the whole babysitting thing kind of impossible.  So I was up at 05:30 (Yay!).  Baby didn't wake up with my wake up call (a miracle).  She didn't even wake up when I had to go throw my husband out of bed because he had to work at the same time I did.  So I got to take my shower and eat breakfast by myself(this doesn't happen often).  So I get to work, I have enough money for a coke, and I am a little early.  The day started out well in my books. Hey I woke up, that is a good start in my books as well.  I sat in the primary alarm position, we were busy enough to keep me awake.  After about an hour though things went a little sour.  My left arm (baby holding arm) went numb.  It had done this last night as well.  Then it started doing this new trick it learned, it un-numbed then it siezed, then it started cramping and spasming.  Imagine typing job when your fingers are twitching.  My words per minute when down the tubes today, because I had to keep correcting my mistakes.  And it was bad because it hurt, and muscle relaxants and work are not the best of friends.  But it only lasted for about 20 minutes then I was fine again.  So I didn't tell anyone.  That was about as exciting as work got.  Then I went home to find a surprise.  My in-laws had picked up a high chair for the baby.  Well Ms Emily (this is the baby) thought this was the coolest thing in the world.  She doesn't have to eat in the swing anymore and she is taller in the high chair.  I am going to try and get a walker this week as well, she loves Anthony's so much, even though she has onlt figured out backwards so far.  So then I decided to go for a walk and me and Emily wound up at my parent's house.  My dad had to take my sister to work and pick up my mom at work, so I wound up watching ny sister's baby as well as Emily.  But at least Dad took Anthony so I didn't have all 3.  I fed the girls while he was getting Mom.  They were both covered in cereal and sweet potatoes.  Then after Mom ate dinner we went for a walk.  It was going to be a short walk then they would walk me home.  In my family short walk equals between 2 and 5 miles generally.  It was invigorating.  Emily was asleep after about a block.  I hurt all over but I feel pretty good.  Well I have to get up at 06:00 because I am working in the am again, so I should wrap this up.  This supermom is ready to hang up her cape until another day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26509457-114671136187301379?l=pigbunny77.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigbunny77.blogspot.com/feeds/114671136187301379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26509457&amp;postID=114671136187301379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26509457/posts/default/114671136187301379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26509457/posts/default/114671136187301379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigbunny77.blogspot.com/2006/05/short-walk.html' title='A short walk'/><author><name>MarthoOfTheLivingDead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17625459670675432332</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-26509457.post-114662777728798499</id><published>2006-05-02T23:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T23:42:57.293-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Just popping in</title><content type='html'>I was checking my mail.  So I figured I would pop in here for a minute, seeing as I couldn't yesterday.  I won't say to much though, because I have to be up at 05:30 to get ready for the stupid work shift from hell.  I babysat Anthony today, that was 30 pounds of hyperactive baby fun.  Combine him with my baby and it was 47 pounds of hyperactive fun.  Yay.  Then I got to go to work.  That was grand as well. Then I got home and baby did not want to go to sleep.  All I wanted was some warm food and a couple of pain killers, but no.  Well I won that fight.   With my supermom powers I tired her out gave her a warm bottle and she fell asleep. Hopefully she will stay that way for a while.  I know wishful thinking.  Well I am going to eat and try to grt some sleep. Tomorrow morning will come way to fast for this super tired and sore mom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26509457-114662777728798499?l=pigbunny77.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigbunny77.blogspot.com/feeds/114662777728798499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26509457&amp;postID=114662777728798499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26509457/posts/default/114662777728798499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26509457/posts/default/114662777728798499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigbunny77.blogspot.com/2006/05/just-popping-in.html' title='Just popping in'/><author><name>MarthoOfTheLivingDead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17625459670675432332</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-26509457.post-114644913675738309</id><published>2006-04-30T21:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-30T22:05:36.786-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bloody Sunday</title><content type='html'>So today was like many other sundays.  I got up at 07:00 to grt ready for work.  The minute my wake up call comes in I hear MAA MAA!  So I got up changed the baby and gave her to her father.  Then I went downstairs took a shower and ate.  He had to do the breakfast and lunch stuff because I was working.  It makes me feel kind of bad when I leave all that stuff to other people.  I enjoy feeding her and watching her make a mess. Oh well, there is always tomorrow.  So, I was just getting ready to walk out the door when my nose starts to bleed. Great I haven't had a nose bleed in years and hear I am gushing like a fountain. So I finally get it to stop and I head to work.  I get there a little early, go into the break room and guess what? Yup nose starts gushing again.  Oh boy, its going to be one of those days.  So I get the bleeding settled down and I go do my job.  Today was a lovely day filled with many rediculous and stupid goings on of which I heard a lot of.  But  as I am under lots of cofidentiality restrictions thats all I can say.  So 3 hours later I an minding my own business and you'll never guess.  Right again.  My nose started bleeding. Not as bad at the 2 before it, but still my nose was bleeding.  What a grand time.  But that was the last time at work.  The good part about work was that since my husband started work at the same time I finished he brought the baby in to say hi to everyone.  She was cute and friendly.  Then she saw me. She got this giant smile and squealed really loud(It is good to be super mom).  I felt better as soon as I saw that smile.  Then we left work, YAY.  We went home had dinner.  Baby restyled her hair with sweet potato (it is all the rage, the sweet potato curl).  Then we went for a walk.  We went to see my parents.  It was a good time. Then we walked back. Now I am working on my blog and my husband just walked in the door from work.  So I will talk to him for a while since the walk knocked the baby out and I being super mom was able to get her out of the stroller up the stairs and into the crib without waking her up.  So I am going to go enjoy a few (much earned) babyless moments.  Before she wakes up and I have to pull the supermom cape out of the dryer and rush to the rescue.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26509457-114644913675738309?l=pigbunny77.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigbunny77.blogspot.com/feeds/114644913675738309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26509457&amp;postID=114644913675738309' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26509457/posts/default/114644913675738309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26509457/posts/default/114644913675738309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigbunny77.blogspot.com/2006/04/bloody-sunday.html' title='Bloody Sunday'/><author><name>MarthoOfTheLivingDead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17625459670675432332</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-26509457.post-114636459560627713</id><published>2006-04-29T22:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-29T22:36:35.646-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Today</title><content type='html'>So, today was you basic bland vanilla sort of day.  The baby actually slept most of the night.  She didn't wake up for the first time til 05:45.  Then she didn't wake up again til about 08:30.  So that was cool, my poor body and brain couldn't take much more of that sleepless night stuff.  I can hear her stirring on the baby monitor, I hope she decides sleep ia the best option. I have to work early.  Today I didn't have to work til 13:00 which doesn't usually happen.  Saturdays are usually 08:00 shifts.  My husband worked the overnight so I got my parents to watch the little one for a few hours so he could get some halfway decent sleep.  So we went downstairs about 08:45 and she had breakfast.  Then she yelled at me while I ate brekfast.  Then I got cleaned up and dressed. Then she took a loud splashy screamy exciting bath.  Then I ate lunch. But it was time to go and she hadn't gotten lunch so she had to take it to go.  She was very mad at me.  So I dropped her off on the way to work.  She was so interesed in lunch (and I went into stealth mode) she didn't realize I was leaving til I was gone.  But then I went to work.  Work was work.  I was sore and it lasted forever.  But then it was over.  I went home.  The greatest thing about being a super mom is your adoring fans. The homecoming I got!  Smiling, wrigling, squealing baby jumping out of her dads arms into mine. It is good to be missed.  Then she decided she needed to tell me about her day in a serious tone (I speak baby of course, it consists mostly of different variations of the work mama).  Then she played with an M&amp;M bag and passed out in my lap.  Then I cooked dinner.  Now I will go watch the end of my hockey game and will her to stay asleep. Such is the life of a supermom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26509457-114636459560627713?l=pigbunny77.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigbunny77.blogspot.com/feeds/114636459560627713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26509457&amp;postID=114636459560627713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26509457/posts/default/114636459560627713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26509457/posts/default/114636459560627713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigbunny77.blogspot.com/2006/04/today.html' title='Today'/><author><name>MarthoOfTheLivingDead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17625459670675432332</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-26509457.post-114628226396924198</id><published>2006-04-28T23:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T23:44:24.003-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleep, what is that?</title><content type='html'>So, last night baby woke up about 11:30.  And never went back to bed.  Well that is not exactly true.  She slept, but would not let me put her down.  Every time she would be out cold I would lie her down, she would roll onto her belly, her head would pop up and she would yell MAA MAA! Then I would have to start all over again.  Sometime around 2 am when my left arm went numb and started spasming and twitching I tossed her in the bed with my husband and I and we alternanted on who woke up enough to pop the bottle back in her mouth and talk to her for a few.  I went to work today with no sleep, sore as hell ans my left arm still isn't working right.  I can't wait till I can get into some kind of regimented treatment to try to counteract the pain that gets unbearable occasionally.  But that is a different story I haven't started writing yet.  But after being up till 2 and getting a couple hours of broken sleep she was up for the day at about 8am.  But I was a lot more alert than I expected to be. I did pretty good today. I am getting better at this supermom thing.  She is asleep for now and I hope it lasts for a while because I can't take another night like last night.  I will head to bed soon while she is still asleep.  I hope she doesn't decide that she wants to wake up and do the possesed baby routine again.  I mean she is cute and sweet and all but she is downright adorable when she is sleeping.  Well my brain is not formulating clear thoughts anymore so I will drag myself off to sleep.  Wish me luck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26509457-114628226396924198?l=pigbunny77.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigbunny77.blogspot.com/feeds/114628226396924198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26509457&amp;postID=114628226396924198' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26509457/posts/default/114628226396924198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26509457/posts/default/114628226396924198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigbunny77.blogspot.com/2006/04/sleep-what-is-that.html' title='Sleep, what is that?'/><author><name>MarthoOfTheLivingDead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17625459670675432332</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-26509457.post-114619894189359699</id><published>2006-04-27T23:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T00:35:41.923-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Formula for disaster</title><content type='html'>So, I was worried that we wouldn't have enough formula to last us until Thursday (payday).  But by some miracle and the baby deciding that she wanted to drink water a lot this week we made it. Not by much, but hey it all worked out.  We ha a slight disaster Sunday that created the formula scenario.  We went to my Mom's house on Sunday for dinner.  I have a small travel size can of formula for the diaper bag. I filled it before we left.  Anthony, the 14 month old I watch who stays at my parent's house a lot recently figured out how to open zippers.  He also like to open cans.  So he opened the diaper bag, opened the formula can and was founf wearing and chewing a mouthful of formula.  I told him he should steer clear of that white powder, it would lead to no good.  But did that stop him.  No.  So he went to baby prison.  Possesion got him 10-20 minutes.  He repented and went back to milk.  Then he went outside and walkedhis little I just started walking bow legged strut up and down the sidewalk.  So beware young ones who can open zippers.  I must go my baby is waking up and I am tired and hope I can get her back down soon.  Such is  the life of a super sleepy mom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26509457-114619894189359699?l=pigbunny77.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigbunny77.blogspot.com/feeds/114619894189359699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26509457&amp;postID=114619894189359699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26509457/posts/default/114619894189359699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26509457/posts/default/114619894189359699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigbunny77.blogspot.com/2006/04/formula-for-disaster.html' title='Formula for disaster'/><author><name>MarthoOfTheLivingDead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17625459670675432332</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-26509457.post-114619658190382096</id><published>2006-04-27T23:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T23:56:21.903-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy birthday to mom(a little late)</title><content type='html'>So today was my moms birthday.  She woke up at 6 am and her coffee pot was broken. Isn't that the way things always go?  But happy birthday mom.  I am glad you finally got your coffee when the pot decide to work at noon.  I think I get my super mom genes from her.  She runs more errands and takes care of more babys than me.  She has also is older and has more kids than I can ever imagine having.  So happy birthday to Super mom.  From the younger not to your level yet super mom.  I don't know if I will ever get to that level if it means I have to have 8 kids.  But maybe I can make it by just trying really hard to be a good mom, without that many kids. Let me publish this before it hits midnight and it isn't her birthday any more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26509457-114619658190382096?l=pigbunny77.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigbunny77.blogspot.com/feeds/114619658190382096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26509457&amp;postID=114619658190382096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26509457/posts/default/114619658190382096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26509457/posts/default/114619658190382096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigbunny77.blogspot.com/2006/04/happy-birthday-to-moma-little-late.html' title='Happy birthday to mom(a little late)'/><author><name>MarthoOfTheLivingDead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17625459670675432332</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-26509457.post-114610394390120905</id><published>2006-04-26T21:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T22:12:23.916-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Day off?</title><content type='html'>Did you ever notice that your day off from work seems busier than an actual work day?  Maybe  this is not the case for everyone, but it is for me.  By the end of said day off you are saying to yourself "I need to go back to work to get a break."  Well, I am usually off on Wednesday.  Wednesday morning I wake up in time to babysit at 8 am for 30 pounds of rowdy 14 month old fun as well as my own daughter. If I am not babysitting I can usually convince her to go back to sleep for a while.  But not on babysitting days.  We were downstairs at 8am she was wearing the traditional oatmeal cereal and banana mustache and beard and laughing hysterically.  When we were presented with a newly awakened wildman.  He immediately decided he needed to eat as well.  The day moved very quickly from there.  He has just recently started to walk.  This means chasing him everywhere, prying him out from under things, taking things away from him, etc.  Things usually end up with him in baby prison (The playpen) with a bottle.  Then it is naptime.  While he is caged and or sleeping then you go around trying to clean up the debris, scrape peanut butter and jelly off of every surface in the house and convince the dog he can come down now and other such things.  Today when mom finally got here to get him he was still asleep (it is a tough job being a toddler).   I guess he slept all afternoon.  After he left I had to bathe my baby because he had given her a strawberry jam mohawk.  Then the usual mom stuff and day off stuff such as laundry and fishing teething cookies out from under the couch.  Well I am tired from all this relaxing.  So I will say goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26509457-114610394390120905?l=pigbunny77.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigbunny77.blogspot.com/feeds/114610394390120905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26509457&amp;postID=114610394390120905' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26509457/posts/default/114610394390120905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26509457/posts/default/114610394390120905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigbunny77.blogspot.com/2006/04/day-off.html' title='Day off?'/><author><name>MarthoOfTheLivingDead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17625459670675432332</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-26509457.post-114567519808580261</id><published>2006-04-21T22:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T23:06:38.106-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Don't you love it when people threaten to sue you?  You're minding your own business and doing your job and someone declares that if you do not do thing there way they will sue you.  Then you smile and nod your head and say yes sir, thinking "how do you imagine that is possible? Someone who was less of a jackass would ask for my name."  So that is about how my night at work went.  But hey I wasn't in much pain today.  I was even hungrier today than yesterday.  Oh well there was much food to be had.  I'm sure I gained 12 pounds on oatmeal raisin cookies and candy.  If something else doesn't get me first I can give myself diabetes trying to kill off the nagging hunger all the medication leaves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well enough of the job part of the day. Yes I stareted at the end of the day and am going back to the beginning. I do that a lot.  So I woke up to hear "MAA MAA" and see large eyes pearing at me over the side of the crib, as I have the past couple of days.  If I don't answer or get up quick enough it gets much louder and more insistent.  Everyone in the neighborhood can hear it.  I don't usually let it get that bad unless I feel really crappy or am just being spiteful. You know, the hey if I have to get up this early so does eveyone else mentality.  Well we got up, went downstairs she wore he breakfast of oatmeal and bananas.  This is our usual morning routine.  She watched bright characters move around on the tv and talked on her toy cell phone while I ate breakfast.  I washed her favorite toy and had it back to her before she missed it.  We went shopping.  She lost her favorite toy and I had it back to her before she missed it.   I just love having to run through the grocery store asking people if they have seen a mostly blue stuffed bug with a bell in it.  But hey I got the darn thing back and all was right with the world.  Such is the life of supermom.  Well I am rambling.  I am hungry. I am tired.  And I have to get up at 6am to go to work.  I will return.  Take it as a threat if you must.  I must enjoy the few moments of baby is sleeping and no one else is here.  Because even "MAA MAA" needs to relax once in a while.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26509457-114567519808580261?l=pigbunny77.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigbunny77.blogspot.com/feeds/114567519808580261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26509457&amp;postID=114567519808580261' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26509457/posts/default/114567519808580261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26509457/posts/default/114567519808580261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigbunny77.blogspot.com/2006/04/dont-you-love-it-when-people-threaten.html' title=''/><author><name>MarthoOfTheLivingDead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17625459670675432332</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26509457.post-114555839464014580</id><published>2006-04-20T14:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T14:39:54.656-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My blog</title><content type='html'>Ok, let me try this again.  This is my blog.  There are many like it, but this one is mine.  I set this up yesterday, but blog land ate my first post or my computer is a jerk or both.  All the same it is gone.   I don't know how often I will update this, but I need somewhere to just go and spill my useless (and maybe sometimes usefull) thoughts once in a while.  Well I just thought I should put a real "hey its me this is my blog" starting statement out here, but know I am off to be super mom the all knowing, all seeing earner of diapers and teething cookies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26509457-114555839464014580?l=pigbunny77.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigbunny77.blogspot.com/feeds/114555839464014580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26509457&amp;postID=114555839464014580' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26509457/posts/default/114555839464014580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26509457/posts/default/114555839464014580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigbunny77.blogspot.com/2006/04/my-blog.html' title='My blog'/><author><name>MarthoOfTheLivingDead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17625459670675432332</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-26509457.post-114549696039117559</id><published>2006-04-19T21:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-19T21:36:00.396-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Martha put an opening post on this blog, but it had issues.  She will probably replace it, but for now, I am putting this here while I fiddle with settings.   -- Wanderer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26509457-114549696039117559?l=pigbunny77.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigbunny77.blogspot.com/feeds/114549696039117559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26509457&amp;postID=114549696039117559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26509457/posts/default/114549696039117559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26509457/posts/default/114549696039117559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigbunny77.blogspot.com/2006/04/martha-put-opening-post-on-this-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>MarthoOfTheLivingDead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17625459670675432332</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>
