<?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-19752651</id><updated>2011-08-16T15:56:55.260-04:00</updated><category term='Update'/><title type='text'>A Life Less Ordinary</title><subtitle type='html'>Ramblings of a Momma who is also a Sex Toy Sales Goddess who has a SAHD for a husband and 2 lovely children.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hippy-mama.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19752651/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippy-mama.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Hippy Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13664969716407010511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9szSihYPLXM/SCYBB6AtMWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZUH-KBPtqmU/S220/kissin.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>19</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19752651.post-7464092771617194561</id><published>2008-05-24T10:09:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T10:21:03.323-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Update'/><title type='text'>2 Years</title><content type='html'>It's been almost 2 years since I updated this thing. I just found it recently while I was doing a search for places to advertise for work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm. How to sum up the last 2 years. I don't know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Business is still business. It's had it's ups and downs. Mostly downs but it's on it's way up up up again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boys are getting WAY too big. Alex has glasses and is starting Head Start in the fall. He's still seeing his eye specialist and is doing SO much better since they finally gave him glasses. He's like a whole different child! He doesn't spend hours SCREAMING anymore from 5 pm until I put him to bed. He still walks into things though. Poor kid. He's just not very coordinated. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael has is working on finishing 2nd grade. He played football last fall and will be again this fall. Other than that the kid is addicted to Nintendo DS and television. He thinks he's cool because I bought him a pre-paid cell phone. It's really only for MY convenience but he thinks he's all grown up now. He had a girlfriend at school already. SIGH.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby has a job with a union now and is doing scaffolding after having arthroscopic knee surgery last March for a torn meniscus and torn ligaments. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm working on a lot of "personal" issues. Lots of personal growth going on and lots of emotional crap being gone through. It's a long road but it's one I HAVE to walk. I'm not online much anymore except for work. I have too many other things that require my attention off the computer. I have so much work to do to build my team back up to what it was 2 years ago that I just don't have a lot of time for fun on the internet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll try to update this thing more often but I doubt anyone is even reading it at this point. LOL!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19752651-7464092771617194561?l=hippy-mama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hippy-mama.blogspot.com/feeds/7464092771617194561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19752651&amp;postID=7464092771617194561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19752651/posts/default/7464092771617194561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19752651/posts/default/7464092771617194561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippy-mama.blogspot.com/2008/05/2-years.html' title='2 Years'/><author><name>Hippy Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13664969716407010511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9szSihYPLXM/SCYBB6AtMWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZUH-KBPtqmU/S220/kissin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19752651.post-115639456941305913</id><published>2006-08-24T00:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T20:44:59.603-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Life Less Ordinary</title><content type='html'>Oooh, hey, I remembered the password this time!! Ha ha! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is extremely busy. Business is picking up. I was sick a week or so ago. Had strep throat so bad that I couldn't even swallow without practically screaming from the pain. Of course I kept telling myself it was "just a cold". BLEH! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got a kitten recently too. He's a very cute little orange tabby. He has a great attitude. The only problem is that I had to take him from his mama early because the living situation at the house he was at changed and I was worried there would be problems. So he's only 5 weeks old. He doesn't know how to get to the cat box. I'm not sure he even realizes he's supposed to go there. So I have to take him there every time he wakes up and screaches that he needs to go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M is leaving tomorrow to stay at his Grandpa's house for a week before school starts. I'm meeting FIL's girlfriend at a rest stop on the highway because she's going to be driving by on her way home from somewhere. So it will be nice and quiet for a week or so. I'm sure A will pick up the slack. LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19752651-115639456941305913?l=hippy-mama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hippy-mama.blogspot.com/feeds/115639456941305913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19752651&amp;postID=115639456941305913' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19752651/posts/default/115639456941305913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19752651/posts/default/115639456941305913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippy-mama.blogspot.com/2006/08/life-less-ordinary.html' title='A Life Less Ordinary'/><author><name>Hippy Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13664969716407010511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9szSihYPLXM/SCYBB6AtMWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZUH-KBPtqmU/S220/kissin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19752651.post-114964821427459521</id><published>2006-06-06T17:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T22:01:21.213-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmmm. Updates.</title><content type='html'>Well shit, it's been a while. Not that I think anyone but poor old Alex reads this blog in all honesty. But for her, I'll write everything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex had his second surgery and his little eyes are finally straight. He still prefers the right one over the left though. So I have to put drops in his right eye to make it blurry so he'll develop the left one. So hopefully that will work and he won't ever need anything done to his eyes again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My poor little kitty(well ok poor OLD kitty) had to be put down the other day. Apparently she was really sick. She disappeared for a couple of days and when she came looking for me because she was in pain, well... it was a scene from a horror movie. Let's just put it that way. The vet said that she had to have something really wrong with her to get to that point. So the best bet was to put her down. Especially since she was 12-13 years old and could barely walk with all the extra weight she had on her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My business is picking up. I'm psyched about it. I've signed a minimum of 3 people per month lately and it's kickin ASS!! I'm still having a few issues here and there but that comes with the territory. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer is so damned busy for me with work, the yard and the pool to take care of. I barely have time for the internet. Even at night because at night I'm working.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19752651-114964821427459521?l=hippy-mama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hippy-mama.blogspot.com/feeds/114964821427459521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19752651&amp;postID=114964821427459521' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19752651/posts/default/114964821427459521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19752651/posts/default/114964821427459521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippy-mama.blogspot.com/2006/06/hmmm-updates.html' title='Hmmm. Updates.'/><author><name>Hippy Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13664969716407010511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9szSihYPLXM/SCYBB6AtMWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZUH-KBPtqmU/S220/kissin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19752651.post-114963105180812149</id><published>2006-06-06T17:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T17:57:31.906-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogger: Change Password</title><content type='html'>Blogger: Change Password&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GRRRRR! It's been so long since I used this thing I forgot the stupid password!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19752651-114963105180812149?l=hippy-mama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hippy-mama.blogspot.com/feeds/114963105180812149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19752651&amp;postID=114963105180812149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19752651/posts/default/114963105180812149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19752651/posts/default/114963105180812149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippy-mama.blogspot.com/2006/06/blogger-change-password.html' title='Blogger: Change Password'/><author><name>Hippy Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13664969716407010511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9szSihYPLXM/SCYBB6AtMWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZUH-KBPtqmU/S220/kissin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19752651.post-114018935332155521</id><published>2006-02-17T10:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-17T11:43:19.856-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src = "http://wmg.photobucket.com/widgets/dynamicflash.php?featuretype=bucketstamp&amp;featurename=sig&amp;pa=/v165/HippyMama/" height = 405 width = 390 border='0' frameborder='0' &gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19752651-114018935332155521?l=hippy-mama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hippy-mama.blogspot.com/feeds/114018935332155521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19752651&amp;postID=114018935332155521' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19752651/posts/default/114018935332155521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19752651/posts/default/114018935332155521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippy-mama.blogspot.com/2006/02/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Hippy Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13664969716407010511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9szSihYPLXM/SCYBB6AtMWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZUH-KBPtqmU/S220/kissin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19752651.post-114018855669166069</id><published>2006-02-17T10:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T04:53:45.536-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's see if this works. :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src = "http://wmg.photobucket.com/widgets/dynamicflash.php?featuretype=bucketstrip&amp;featurename=hippymama&amp;pa=/v165/HippyMama/" height = 190 width = 425 border='0' frameborder='0' &gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19752651-114018855669166069?l=hippy-mama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hippy-mama.blogspot.com/feeds/114018855669166069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19752651&amp;postID=114018855669166069' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19752651/posts/default/114018855669166069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19752651/posts/default/114018855669166069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippy-mama.blogspot.com/2006/02/lets-see-if-this-works-d.html' title='Let&apos;s see if this works. :D'/><author><name>Hippy Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13664969716407010511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9szSihYPLXM/SCYBB6AtMWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZUH-KBPtqmU/S220/kissin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19752651.post-114015631040171653</id><published>2006-02-17T01:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-21T20:39:42.293-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>I love this little blogger link in my gmail toolbar. Makes it really easy to update my blog. Especially to keep Miss Alex happy. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, Alex's Surgery has been postponed til April 13th. The doctor has to go out of town the week he was supposed to have it in March. Which is good because I was getting back from Vegas 3 days before he was supposed to have his surgery. So that really woulda sucked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, Frog boy now has to have "surgery" too. Dental surgery. Apparently the tooth that they drilled and filled when he was 3 has now absessed and has an infection behind the filling that is eating away at the adult teeth back there! This would be the one they strapped him to a board so they COULD drill and fill it instead of leaving the damned cavity, which wouldn't be nearly as bad as what they DID do at this point. The cavity would be a big improvement over having an infection that is eating away at his adult teeth! GRRRRR! So, now they are going to put him under, pull that tooth, put in a "spacer". They also have to put 2 crowns in 2 other teeth and drill and fill another tooth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The child's teeth are horrible. It's SO not his fault. We have bad enamel. When I was in 3rd grade I had 8 cavities and my mother was a FANATIC about us brushing our teeth three times a day. So it's not his fault. I feel so bad for him. Poor thing. He's being a trooper about it though. He was more than a bit freaked about his tooth. But he really likes this new dentist and so do I. He kind a reminds me of DH. He had the sweetest pic of him and his daughter when she was a baby in his office. It reminded me of a pic I have of DH and Frog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19752651-114015631040171653?l=hippy-mama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hippy-mama.blogspot.com/feeds/114015631040171653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19752651&amp;postID=114015631040171653' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19752651/posts/default/114015631040171653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19752651/posts/default/114015631040171653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippy-mama.blogspot.com/2006/02/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>Hippy Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13664969716407010511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9szSihYPLXM/SCYBB6AtMWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZUH-KBPtqmU/S220/kissin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19752651.post-113820884492964363</id><published>2006-01-25T12:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T13:53:58.576-05:00</updated><title type='text'>More Surgery</title><content type='html'>Alex has to have surgery again. They said yesterday that his eyes are not correcting themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a good thing that I was exhausted yesterday when we went because I probably would have flipped out. But I was too tired for it to really sink in. I really didn't get any sleep the night before between Frog in the bed and Alex waking up all night because his little belly was hurting. So I was barely awake at 8:30 when we were in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, when we were done with the appointment, I went right upstairs and met with the surgery scheduler and just went and did it. It's scheduled for March 16th. Which is 3 days after I get back from Las Vegas. Which kinda sucks because I'll be worrying about it the whole time I'm there. :( SIGH. Oh well, I don't want to waste any time. So I just have to do it. He came through the other surgery just fine. So hopefully this one will be just the same.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19752651-113820884492964363?l=hippy-mama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hippy-mama.blogspot.com/feeds/113820884492964363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19752651&amp;postID=113820884492964363' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19752651/posts/default/113820884492964363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19752651/posts/default/113820884492964363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippy-mama.blogspot.com/2006/01/more-surgery.html' title='More Surgery'/><author><name>Hippy Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13664969716407010511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9szSihYPLXM/SCYBB6AtMWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZUH-KBPtqmU/S220/kissin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19752651.post-113795209908178573</id><published>2006-01-22T12:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-22T12:48:19.120-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The differences between my children and other misc stuff</title><content type='html'>My children are so different. They are practically polar opposites. I never realized that they could be SOOO different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frog is needy and clingy. He has always been this way. He needs someone to occupy him. He needs to be told a million times a day that he is loved. He needs to have his faith in his family "reinforced" constantly. And I do mean, CONSTANTLY. It's very sweet but can really get on your nerves. He hates to sleep alone, spend time alone or do anything "alone".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex, on the other hand, is extremely independent. He plays by himself all the time. While he likes to be carried around, he also likes to be put down and wander around and do his own thing. He will sit for hours sometimes and play by himself. He loves to go to bed in his own bed. When it's bed time if I tell him to show me his bed, he runs right into their room and jumps on his bed, climbs in and waits for me to climb in with him. Of course, he only stays in there part of the night but that is not something I could ever get Frog to do. EVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm kinda tired lately. Lots of stress. It's driving me crazy. Which is why I think I am so "edgy". I don't know. It's like the constant stress all the freakin time has worn down my resistance to stress. I used to be able to deal with stress. I used to be able to handle everything. I would just keep pushing and I'd get through it. But that BS with my mother last year, I think that killed any "resistance" I had. SIGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My interview at Torrid was a colossal waste of time. I was SO annoyed. The manager was supposed to interview me and she wasn't there. An "assistant manager" did my interview. I was less than impressed with her. A LOT less than impressed. I also realized while I was doing the interview WHY I work for myself. The thing is, I WANT that discount. I need new clothes. I would LOVE to just throw out all the freakin clothes in my room(save a few items) and replace them all. Plus paying the taxes in to the government would help tremendously at tax time. Keep my from owing too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to relax man. I wish Jenae would go ahead and book my spa day already. GRRRRR! That will probably never happen. SIGH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19752651-113795209908178573?l=hippy-mama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hippy-mama.blogspot.com/feeds/113795209908178573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19752651&amp;postID=113795209908178573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19752651/posts/default/113795209908178573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19752651/posts/default/113795209908178573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippy-mama.blogspot.com/2006/01/differences-between-my-children-and.html' title='The differences between my children and other misc stuff'/><author><name>Hippy Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13664969716407010511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9szSihYPLXM/SCYBB6AtMWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZUH-KBPtqmU/S220/kissin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19752651.post-113695613913621228</id><published>2006-01-11T00:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-30T11:10:26.143-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Note to Self</title><content type='html'>When discussing medication with the doctor, remember to discuss everything you are taking including herbals!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had my little discussion with the dr this afternoon about my meds. I was dreading it honestly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I tell him that I am taking Echinacea and Goldenseal. It literally looked like a lightbulb went off in his head and he says to me, "You didn't TELL me you were were taking those! Why didn't you tell me??" Of course then I'm like UMMMM. Because... I don't know. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently taking certain herbals, especially goldenseal, impedes the absorption of certain medications. Specifically my Zoloft. SO, I am to stop taking all herbals and see what happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He wants to put me on some "anti-psychotic". He says he knows I'm not psychotic but he puts people who are taking other anti-depressants and can't get rid of that "edge" that I'm complaining about on them. I don't know about it. First I'd have to wean Alex and I'm not ready to do that. Second, I would rather give it a couple of months of not taking herbals to see if my Zoloft starts working. I don't think that anti-psychotics are really all that necessary.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19752651-113695613913621228?l=hippy-mama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hippy-mama.blogspot.com/feeds/113695613913621228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19752651&amp;postID=113695613913621228' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19752651/posts/default/113695613913621228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19752651/posts/default/113695613913621228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippy-mama.blogspot.com/2006/01/note-to-self.html' title='Note to Self'/><author><name>Hippy Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13664969716407010511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9szSihYPLXM/SCYBB6AtMWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZUH-KBPtqmU/S220/kissin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19752651.post-113684768191393763</id><published>2006-01-09T17:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-09T18:01:21.923-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Update on Alex</title><content type='html'>Alex is doing pretty well after his surgery. His eyes look a bit funny where they cut them. Still a bit "brown" and funky but I'm sure that will go away eventually. He is still favoring his right eye and I can't keep a patch on him to save my life. SIGH. I have to call the eye dr tomorrow so they can call the insurance company for prior authorization on his eye drops. So I'm gonna ask him to give me a script for the drops that I can put in the right eye that will make it blury instead of fighting with the patch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The drops I have to call for prior authorization on are supposed to make it easier for him to focus. His eyes are still crossing. They said that is because it is hard for him to focus. So hopefully the drops will help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm taking Frog to have his hair cut soon and then I am taking them to have their pictures done. I got some gift cards from JCPenney for Christmas. I love how they do their pics there. Although it always costs me TONS of money because I always love all the pics they take. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me, well, is it possible to love your life and be depressed at the same time? I love that DH stays home with the kids. I don't even mind my MIL living here. But sometimes it's just too much stress and makes me SO freakin tired. I just want to go to bed and stay there for days. I am supposed to go to the dr's tomorrow and I'm going to have to talk to him about my meds. I hate talking to that man about my meds. He needs to just do what I fucking tell him to do instead of acting like an ass before I get myself a new dr that WILL do what I tell him to do. I hate to be bitchy to him but it's startin to look like I'm gonna have to put my foot down tomorrow. BLAH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19752651-113684768191393763?l=hippy-mama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hippy-mama.blogspot.com/feeds/113684768191393763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19752651&amp;postID=113684768191393763' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19752651/posts/default/113684768191393763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19752651/posts/default/113684768191393763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippy-mama.blogspot.com/2006/01/update-on-alex.html' title='Update on Alex'/><author><name>Hippy Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13664969716407010511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9szSihYPLXM/SCYBB6AtMWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZUH-KBPtqmU/S220/kissin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19752651.post-113609443195091442</id><published>2006-01-01T00:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-01T00:47:11.960-05:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!</title><content type='html'>Happy and Prosperous New Year to all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19752651-113609443195091442?l=hippy-mama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hippy-mama.blogspot.com/feeds/113609443195091442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19752651&amp;postID=113609443195091442' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19752651/posts/default/113609443195091442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19752651/posts/default/113609443195091442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippy-mama.blogspot.com/2005/12/happy-new-year.html' title='HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!'/><author><name>Hippy Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13664969716407010511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9szSihYPLXM/SCYBB6AtMWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZUH-KBPtqmU/S220/kissin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19752651.post-113592225427250508</id><published>2005-12-30T00:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-30T00:57:34.280-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Goals</title><content type='html'>Does anyone else have an issue with "New Years Resolutions"?? I swear to god that most people don't intend to keep them. They are made just for the hell of it. I have never once in my life made a New Years Resolution I intended to keep. They are like "dreams for the new year of what MIGHT be nice."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's that time, in my business, for me to decide on my goals for this year. It's what keeps me motivated(supposedly) to get up and go to work every day. It's like your boss giving you work only, I AM the boss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to decide what I want this year. Break it down into easy to swallow pieces and decide when to evaluate what I've done to see if I'm on the right path.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This will be the first year I have done this ever. I've been in business 4 years. I'm hoping this will be a turning point. My business is constantly up and down and I am sick of having bad months where this family is choking because I don't have enough consultants in my first level or because my team didn't do enough in sales.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to make enough to send Frog to Renbrook next year at $2000 A MONTH. Homeschooling SUCKS and I will NOT send him back to the wretched school up the street. So, I guess I gotta figure out just how much money that means I need to make a month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a work in progress. Check back for more later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19752651-113592225427250508?l=hippy-mama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hippy-mama.blogspot.com/feeds/113592225427250508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19752651&amp;postID=113592225427250508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19752651/posts/default/113592225427250508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19752651/posts/default/113592225427250508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippy-mama.blogspot.com/2005/12/goals.html' title='Goals'/><author><name>Hippy Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13664969716407010511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9szSihYPLXM/SCYBB6AtMWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZUH-KBPtqmU/S220/kissin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19752651.post-113591275853201422</id><published>2005-12-29T22:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-29T22:19:18.576-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Drama, Drama and more Drama</title><content type='html'>Oh good lord. I am so sick of Message Board drama. This is why I swore off message boards for so long. BLAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand I got enough drama going on at home. Finance issues, recruiting issues, work ethic issues with my team. It's whooping me. I just want to go to bed and stay there for like a week. Of course more trouble would be waiting for me when I woke up/got out of bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a dr's appointment on Tuesday. I don't even want to get into a discussion with him about my meds again. And if he gives me shit about how much weight I lost or didn't lose, I may have to hurt him. Badly. Grrrr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19752651-113591275853201422?l=hippy-mama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hippy-mama.blogspot.com/feeds/113591275853201422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19752651&amp;postID=113591275853201422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19752651/posts/default/113591275853201422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19752651/posts/default/113591275853201422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippy-mama.blogspot.com/2005/12/drama-drama-and-more-drama.html' title='Drama, Drama and more Drama'/><author><name>Hippy Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13664969716407010511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9szSihYPLXM/SCYBB6AtMWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZUH-KBPtqmU/S220/kissin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19752651.post-113591342322780641</id><published>2005-12-25T23:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-29T22:31:08.666-05:00</updated><title type='text'>So this is Christmas</title><content type='html'>And what have you done?&lt;br /&gt;Another year over&lt;br /&gt;And a new one just begun...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gawd I love John Lennon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I had a great time last night when everyone was over here. Including my uncle. Who I generally can't stand. We had some good(although a bit "thick") pizza, vegetables and dip, goodies. It was a good spread. The kids played well together like usual(my sister's kids get along with mine so well) and Frog only got slighty obnoxious. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was worried that the kids wouldn't have enough to open. Ha, I worry too much because that was certainly NOT the case. They surely had enough.We all had a great christmas. We really did. It was happy despite any sad memories or missing any relatives.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19752651-113591342322780641?l=hippy-mama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hippy-mama.blogspot.com/feeds/113591342322780641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19752651&amp;postID=113591342322780641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19752651/posts/default/113591342322780641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19752651/posts/default/113591342322780641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippy-mama.blogspot.com/2005/12/so-this-is-christmas.html' title='So this is Christmas'/><author><name>Hippy Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13664969716407010511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9szSihYPLXM/SCYBB6AtMWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZUH-KBPtqmU/S220/kissin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19752651.post-113591361290767231</id><published>2005-12-22T03:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-29T22:33:32.906-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pics of the Den</title><content type='html'>I finally got pics of the new den up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put them on Flickr because there were too many and I wanted them to be big enough to see. So I couldn't make my own slide show out of them. Here's the link. &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/88392175@N00/sets/1632822/show/"&gt;http://www.flickr.com/photos/88392175@N00/sets/1632822/show/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They go from start to almost finished. I can't put the furniture and stuff where I want because we put the tree in the middle of the room. So once the tree is gone, I get to put everything "together". :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19752651-113591361290767231?l=hippy-mama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hippy-mama.blogspot.com/feeds/113591361290767231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19752651&amp;postID=113591361290767231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19752651/posts/default/113591361290767231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19752651/posts/default/113591361290767231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippy-mama.blogspot.com/2005/12/pics-of-den_22.html' title='Pics of the Den'/><author><name>Hippy Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13664969716407010511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9szSihYPLXM/SCYBB6AtMWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZUH-KBPtqmU/S220/kissin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19752651.post-113505343084061420</id><published>2005-12-19T23:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-19T23:37:15.346-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Meme</title><content type='html'>&lt;form action='http://memegen.net/viewmeme.pl?meme=1074678795' method='POST'&gt;&lt;table style='font-family : Arial, Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; 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Well, he didn't succeed. I knew he wouldn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, he hasn't sent her one of her checks and the one he was supposed to send at the beginning of the month was post marked for the day we went to court(huge shock).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was supposed to leave this weekend to "go home" to visit her friends so he could come to visit and insisted that she was not leaving until she got her check.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He says it was mailed. He won't write her another one etc etc. Which leads me to believe that he and his girlfriend spent the money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, they didn't come this weekend and Frog called and left a message on his machine telling him how much he was going to miss him and I guess he felt guilty because he is now coming on Thursday. I don't know how I am going to be able to keep my mouth shut because according to this man, I don't work. All I do is sit on my ass all day in front of the computer. GRRRRRRRR! Oh really asshole, how do the bills get paid then??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, I can't stand my inlaws sometimes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19752651-113501386680949226?l=hippy-mama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hippy-mama.blogspot.com/feeds/113501386680949226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19752651&amp;postID=113501386680949226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19752651/posts/default/113501386680949226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19752651/posts/default/113501386680949226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippy-mama.blogspot.com/2005/12/inlaws-suck.html' title='Inlaw&apos;s suck'/><author><name>Hippy Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13664969716407010511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9szSihYPLXM/SCYBB6AtMWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZUH-KBPtqmU/S220/kissin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19752651.post-113423832212784945</id><published>2005-12-10T13:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-10T13:12:02.133-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Blog for me</title><content type='html'>This is a new blog for me. I don't have one on here yet. My other blog is on Live Journal and is pretty much friends only. I am going to try to leave this one up and public. We'll see what happens. I'm kind of a blog snob. LOL! And I'm very particular about what I put in a public blog. I'll try to be good about posting in it. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19752651-113423832212784945?l=hippy-mama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hippy-mama.blogspot.com/feeds/113423832212784945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19752651&amp;postID=113423832212784945' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19752651/posts/default/113423832212784945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19752651/posts/default/113423832212784945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippy-mama.blogspot.com/2005/12/new-blog-for-me.html' title='New Blog for me'/><author><name>Hippy Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13664969716407010511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9szSihYPLXM/SCYBB6AtMWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZUH-KBPtqmU/S220/kissin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
