<?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-8716137099173888678</id><updated>2011-04-21T20:39:08.284-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Where my book begins...</title><subtitle type='html'>The rest is still unwritten..</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheremybookbegins.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8716137099173888678/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheremybookbegins.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Trisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04932855771614667373</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>15</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8716137099173888678.post-6586859923566572093</id><published>2008-02-08T16:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T16:50:27.845-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Old friends</title><content type='html'>I had lunch with a friend that I had not seen for about 9 months.  It was so good to see her.  It's a shame that I don't get to see the people I was close with for the last 4 years because of actions in the past.  It's a bummer when those friends move on without you, but you can't expect them to stand still.  Its been difficult to make new friends.  I'm at the point where I just want DH to find a new job somewhere else, this little town is just unbearable.  If you didn't grow up here they treat you like an alien.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a more positive note, my youngest son Alex who will graduate in four months called me last night with good news.  He was accepted to the South by Southwest film festival in Austin.  I don't know too much about it but apparently they only pick 30 film entries and any age can enter.  This is going to look so awesome on his college apps for film school.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8716137099173888678-6586859923566572093?l=wheremybookbegins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8716137099173888678/posts/default/6586859923566572093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8716137099173888678/posts/default/6586859923566572093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheremybookbegins.blogspot.com/2008/02/old-friends.html' title='Old friends'/><author><name>Trisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04932855771614667373</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8716137099173888678.post-1424508262343889226</id><published>2008-02-07T18:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T19:06:15.860-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Is this still my blog?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GyDFl9Kfdcw/R6uaK1gj1jI/AAAAAAAAAB8/mXlrtmNhRHc/s1600-h/image100.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It has been forever, but I am still here. All of the family is doing well, and the girl's are doing well in school. Mackenzie qualified for the district Spelling Bee and even though she didn't win we were extremely proud of her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;We all had a great winter vacation at Disney World. The crowds were insane but it was awesome. They got dressed up like Princesses at the Bippity Boppity Boutique. That really lasted for about how long it took the pictures, then the entire outfits and makeup came off. So much for girly.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164391286620542530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GyDFl9Kfdcw/R6uag1gj1kI/AAAAAAAAACE/YgQHCPrrG1c/s200/image114.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In just 6 weeks from now we will be returning to the World for Spring Break/Easter wither my son Alex and his girlfriend.  Can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been keeping busy out here in hick-town with Girl Scout activities.  Its cookie time and my little troop of six Brownies sold over 800 boxes.  I am so proud of them.  I didn't know that I would enjoy being a leader as much as I am.  I am in a rut as far as my creativity lately.  I am hoping that an event I am attending in April will help, otherwise I will be giving up the whole scrapbooking hobby all together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8716137099173888678-1424508262343889226?l=wheremybookbegins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8716137099173888678/posts/default/1424508262343889226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8716137099173888678/posts/default/1424508262343889226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheremybookbegins.blogspot.com/2008/02/is-this-still-my-blog.html' title='Is this still my blog?'/><author><name>Trisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04932855771614667373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GyDFl9Kfdcw/R6uag1gj1kI/AAAAAAAAACE/YgQHCPrrG1c/s72-c/image114.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8716137099173888678.post-3709359384361510242</id><published>2007-08-01T15:42:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T15:42:53.376-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I am so out of the loop</title><content type='html'>I can't believe that I have been walking around not aware that Matchbox Twenty released a new song.  Me who claimed to be one of their biggest fans has been living in a cave.&lt;br /&gt;We are now down to 9 days before we leave and Don is finally getting excited about this.  He went shopping yesterday and spent way too much on clothes so he can fit in with all the Italians.  I don't think he will have a problem as he has always looked Mediterranean to me.  Sometimes (who am I kidding, most times) I look at him and wonder how I lucked out and married such a good looking man.&lt;br /&gt;I keep stressing out on the temps in Italy.  It has been sooo hot and I do not handle heat well.  I don't want to look like a stupid tourist with a misting fan but I may have to resort to it.  Hopefully our pictures won't feature me with a big frown in all of them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8716137099173888678-3709359384361510242?l=wheremybookbegins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8716137099173888678/posts/default/3709359384361510242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8716137099173888678/posts/default/3709359384361510242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheremybookbegins.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-am-so-out-of-loop.html' title='I am so out of the loop'/><author><name>Trisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04932855771614667373</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8716137099173888678.post-2366402778975843364</id><published>2007-07-27T18:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T18:42:45.370-05:00</updated><title type='text'>2 Weeks and counting!!!</title><content type='html'>Its starting to hit me that in 2 weeks we will be in Europe.  There was so much I wanted to do in the last few months before we left.  I was supposed to start &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Italian&lt;/span&gt; lessons and though we have every Rosetta Stone program, it won't read on my laptop so it was put aside.  I wanted to learn more about Rome and what we are going to see and Barcelona.  Those are the two cities I worry about navigating around.  I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;worry&lt;/span&gt; about taxis and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;HOHO&lt;/span&gt; buses and getting lost.  Maybe we should take the GPS just in case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our new Nanny Cassie is a doll and I feel so much more at ease.  The only problem is telling the other girl we don't need her anymore.  I don't want to hurt her feelings but I just don't feel comfortable.  I will have to chicken out and have Donald tell her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As much as I try to overcome this, I miss my friend Christa.  Whenever I think of her I start to cry.  It feels like someone I loved died.  There is so much I would tell her if she would just talk to me.  I have looked back at my behaviour over the last year and have not liked what I have seen.  I have always been a "what you see is what you get" kinda gal.  That is not a good thing I have realized.  I have been very harsh to some people, some deserving and others not.  Most of my actions have been fueled by my addiction to alcohol.  It has been over 3 weeks since my last drink.  The words that still echo in my head are from Christa blaming my behaviour of this past month on being drunk.  Whether true are not, it killed me that she thought of me that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am trying to cope and find happiness in other ways but not having such luck.  Christa was the one I could tell anything to.  She understood the problems I would have with Donald or the memories of my father that torment me still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss hearing about her kids.  I loved &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Kylee&lt;/span&gt; and Kinsey like they were members of my own family.  I didn't even get to tell Kinsey happy birthday.  Maybe I make too big of a deal about all this but it hurts when you can't share the good and bad times with those who are dear to you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8716137099173888678-2366402778975843364?l=wheremybookbegins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8716137099173888678/posts/default/2366402778975843364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8716137099173888678/posts/default/2366402778975843364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheremybookbegins.blogspot.com/2007/07/2-weeks-and-counting.html' title='2 Weeks and counting!!!'/><author><name>Trisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04932855771614667373</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8716137099173888678.post-3123716063273280244</id><published>2007-07-25T09:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T09:51:07.543-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just one of those days</title><content type='html'>Ever just wake up and know it was just going to be a yucky day?  Last night, after having a constant toothache for 3 weeks I decided to pop the crown off my molar to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;relieve&lt;/span&gt; the pressure.  2 rounds of antibiotics and it still hurt.  It is swollen and bruised but the bigger concern is the hole in my mouth.  We leave in just 2 weeks and doubt that I will find someone to fix it before then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We meet with a new nanny prospect this evening.  This one is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;a friend&lt;/span&gt; of our next door neighbor and I am feeling pretty good about this possibility.  She sounds so much more together than the last one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Kings Island this Sunday and Monday and had a blast with the girls.  Mackenzie is getting brave and riding big coasters and scarier rids.  Poor &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Ryleigh&lt;/span&gt; is still about 1 1/2 inches too short for most of them so her and I ride the safer ones which is fine by me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also having to get Mackenzie ready for another week at camp, this time its swimming camp, something that she really needs.  It will be good to get her out of the house for awhile as all she has been doing is pestering me about buying a chinchilla for her birthday.  I need a rodent in this house like I need another kid; its just not gonna happen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8716137099173888678-3123716063273280244?l=wheremybookbegins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8716137099173888678/posts/default/3123716063273280244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8716137099173888678/posts/default/3123716063273280244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheremybookbegins.blogspot.com/2007/07/just-one-of-those-days.html' title='Just one of those days'/><author><name>Trisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04932855771614667373</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8716137099173888678.post-1629739065007259964</id><published>2007-07-18T19:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T19:15:41.958-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I thought it would be easier</title><content type='html'>I thought that since it had been a couple of weeks that things around here would fall back into place and that life would go on.  Even though things here are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt;, what is inside me hasn't returned anywhere near normal.  Usually this would be a time that I would drown myself in a bottle or two of wine.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Apparently&lt;/span&gt; I am nothing but a drunk, so much that any action on my part was attributed to my being drunk.  It hurt that people would think that I didn't have any control over myself due to that. It has been 2 weeks since I have had anything.  Its been difficult trying to deal with stress of the loss of a friend with no chemical aide.  Today seems to be the worse for me.  There is just nothing but this empty spot-just painfully numb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to muster up some joy in preparation for the cruise we have in 3 weeks.  I am trying to finalize the nanny situation and even though the girls and I met her yesterday, I am still &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;apprehensive&lt;/span&gt; about leaving the country without them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When will things start to feel different??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8716137099173888678-1629739065007259964?l=wheremybookbegins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8716137099173888678/posts/default/1629739065007259964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8716137099173888678/posts/default/1629739065007259964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheremybookbegins.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-thought-it-would-be-easier.html' title='I thought it would be easier'/><author><name>Trisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04932855771614667373</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8716137099173888678.post-8328567343972540936</id><published>2007-07-04T10:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T11:22:22.199-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tears on my pillow</title><content type='html'>I could have entitled this so many things, but this is how I fell asleep last night and how I awoke. The past few weeks have been harrowing to say the least. It has been busy and dramatic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We vacationed in the Keys and all was great aside from a confrontation with one of DH's friends who seems to believe he knows more about me and my Dh than I do. &lt;strong&gt;I didn't shed a tear.&lt;/strong&gt; Return from vacation to find that my Father died that morning. Back down to Texas to deal with family and the ghosts from childhood that haunt me every day. Our family will never be the same as my brother chooses to live in denial. &lt;strong&gt;Shed only a few tears.&lt;/strong&gt; This week I stood up for what I believed, and in my own way let out all the pent up anger and feeling that I have. I'm not the kind to let too much build up without blowing. It's not healthy. I have never pretended to be anything else than what I am. What you see is what you get. I tell it like it is. I refuse to enable or sugarcoat. Because of this, I lost every friend that I have. &lt;strong&gt;I have not stopped crying. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not that I regret what I did. I stand by my position. What I cry over is that I put so much into relationships to have people that I most love turn their backs on me. It has taken me 10 years since I moved to Ohio to develop friendships worth maintaining. I found a group of women that I was comfortable with who shared my interests. They are all gone now without hearing my side of the issue. That really doesn't matter as my side is what it is. They will see it how they want and nothing else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its extremely difficult to wake up knowing you are alone. Aside from DH who has been extremely supportive and compassionate, I am alone. Him and the girls are the only thing between me and the entire bottle of Ativan beside my bed. I have no idea of what to do. I just want to go away. Montana seems like Paradise to me right now. Anything sounds good, just take me away from here..... In the meantime I will continue to change the pillowcases.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8716137099173888678-8328567343972540936?l=wheremybookbegins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8716137099173888678/posts/default/8328567343972540936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8716137099173888678/posts/default/8328567343972540936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheremybookbegins.blogspot.com/2007/07/tears-on-my-pillow.html' title='Tears on my pillow'/><author><name>Trisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04932855771614667373</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8716137099173888678.post-660792635835664540</id><published>2007-03-01T17:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T17:37:13.644-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Why is raising girls so much harder than boys?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GyDFl9Kfdcw/RedUU_DFilI/AAAAAAAAAAU/yl6FgmRc-1s/s1600-h/Ryleigh+Fall.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GyDFl9Kfdcw/RedTNPDFikI/AAAAAAAAAAM/QdIzmxylZBE/s1600-h/Christmas+2006+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037086195080071746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GyDFl9Kfdcw/RedTNPDFikI/AAAAAAAAAAM/QdIzmxylZBE/s320/Christmas+2006+002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mackenzie is at the age where she thinks she knows everything, must put her 2 cents in every conversation, torments her younger sister, and must disaggre with me constantly. At the same time she so wants me to be her friend and hungers for my approval, yet devestated when i don't approve at some of her choices. It's so hard to have patience with her. She is the most marvelous child. Brilliant in school, hilariously funny, loyal friend and a beatifully caring heart towards those she chooses to love. Cracking her hard shell is tough. I think she needs more "Daddy Time" as her whole world has been me throughout Don's training and weird work schedule. Hopefully she will get some serious bonding with him while I am gone next week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037087840052546146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GyDFl9Kfdcw/RedUs_DFimI/AAAAAAAAAAc/usoH1k6A5Vc/s320/Ryleigh+Fall.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This one however, who could help but love???   She's my baby but quickly is developing her sister's bad habits.  Right now we are fighting the "patch" war with her eye.  She wants to act like a big girl but still is so clingy to me.  This is my favorite picture of her.  She loves to put her little outfits together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Til later-  off to deal with the two Divas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8716137099173888678-660792635835664540?l=wheremybookbegins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8716137099173888678/posts/default/660792635835664540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8716137099173888678/posts/default/660792635835664540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheremybookbegins.blogspot.com/2007/03/why-is-raising-girls-so-much-harder.html' title='Why is raising girls so much harder than boys?'/><author><name>Trisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04932855771614667373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GyDFl9Kfdcw/RedTNPDFikI/AAAAAAAAAAM/QdIzmxylZBE/s72-c/Christmas+2006+002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8716137099173888678.post-4369819271401386803</id><published>2007-02-27T19:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T19:46:00.571-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The difference a month makes</title><content type='html'>I just read my last entry and wow, so much has improved.  No...I didn't divorce my hubby.  In fact he apologized and bought me my new van the very next day.  It's beautiful aside from the "minor" scratch I got on it 2 weeks later, but that's another story.  Things have been good between us this month.  I got so sick last night and he was so there for me taking care of me all night long.  I have forgiven his son and he has forgiven mine and it looks as if both have started to make a turn for the best as far as their futures.  I will cross my fingers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am counting down the days til next Thursday.  I get to get away for 3 1/2 days for a scrapbooking retreat with my best buddy.  This time I'm going to take more time to enjoy all the stuff going on around me instead of stuffing myself into a corner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I talked to my Dad a couple days ago.  His voice has been affected by the chemo.  He starts his 4th chemo this Thursday then they will scan to see if they have made any progress.  The cancer was in his lung, liver and lower back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My "baby" boy called me today.  Once again he has gotten straight "A"s-gotta love this kid.  He so has his stuff together.  We are taking him to Florida with us this June-that will be a blast.  Don is taking him fly fishing and I hope he enjoys it.  I want to try to talk him into applying to some Ohio colleges next year as he wants to go all the way to Oregon.  Part of me is jealous, its a beautiful part of the country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls are doing awesome and Mackenzie is singing 4 lines in the March program for school in a couple weeks.  Ryleigh's eye is still the same and I am still bad about patching-Bad mommy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly i am on a new diet-Yuck.  I have to lose this extra weight before Sept 1st.  We have a wedding to attend in Montana and i don't want to be mistaken for a dairy cow!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8716137099173888678-4369819271401386803?l=wheremybookbegins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8716137099173888678/posts/default/4369819271401386803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8716137099173888678/posts/default/4369819271401386803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheremybookbegins.blogspot.com/2007/02/difference-month-makes.html' title='The difference a month makes'/><author><name>Trisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04932855771614667373</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8716137099173888678.post-353150456776860153</id><published>2007-01-29T21:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T21:50:51.718-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Know a good Divorce attorney??</title><content type='html'>Nothing like the realization that a marriage is finally over.  My husband has finally lost it.  Mr. high and mighty with his two bastard children who have been nothing but trouble wants to punish me for having a son who made a bad judgement call.  In addition because I won't pull my kids out of school to attend the wedding of 2 people I don't know clear across country when I have to leave for Pheonix 2 days later, I am a horrible person.  I don't share his dream of retiring in BFE also known as Montana, I don't want to spend a month in the Florida Keys alone with 2 little girls with limited activity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In our nearly 10 year of marriage I have never been what you call high maintainence as opposed to "The Donald".  The one time I take him up on an offer to get something nice, he wants to renig and accuse me of not earning it.  I am so appalled.  He told me he was not going to live with someone who did not make him happy or share his dreams, and I said "ditto".  So, it looks like I will be looking for a good Divorce attorney.  I am not going to live a lie any longer either.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8716137099173888678-353150456776860153?l=wheremybookbegins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8716137099173888678/posts/default/353150456776860153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8716137099173888678/posts/default/353150456776860153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheremybookbegins.blogspot.com/2007/01/know-good-divorce-attorney.html' title='Know a good Divorce attorney??'/><author><name>Trisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04932855771614667373</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8716137099173888678.post-2298111735801605488</id><published>2007-01-26T11:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-26T11:18:57.517-05:00</updated><title type='text'>So I have to have a goal</title><content type='html'>I'm taking this online class with the fabulous Heidi Swapp entitled "a year to remember".  The big assignment is to find a goal for myself for the year.  Here's the problem:  I don't know of a goal that I can actually reach without feeling like a total failure.  I have already blown the resolutions I listed previously.  I don't think I can move forward in this class without it.  The class is a calendar and here it is near the end of January, I have to get moving.  As Heidi would ask "What am I waiting for?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I'm feeling very overwhelmed at the amount of crap in my upstairs bedrooms.  I have to redecorate the girl's rooms and I'm on a deadline as furniture delivery is impending!  I would love to get in my room and scrap but I'd have to crawl over all the junk.  I get creative spurts but it goes nowhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe the weekend will proove to be more productive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8716137099173888678-2298111735801605488?l=wheremybookbegins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8716137099173888678/posts/default/2298111735801605488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8716137099173888678/posts/default/2298111735801605488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheremybookbegins.blogspot.com/2007/01/so-i-have-to-have-goal.html' title='So I have to have a goal'/><author><name>Trisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04932855771614667373</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8716137099173888678.post-1981206353790215493</id><published>2007-01-11T21:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-12T00:06:39.213-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Speed?  Yes sir I'd like some more!</title><content type='html'>I have forgotten the joy of diet pills. I feel like a bear &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;awoken&lt;/span&gt; from a long winter's hibernation. My dear friends I am talking about the joys of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Phentermine&lt;/span&gt;, a lovely little blue diet pill that has brought me back to life. I have been so down in the dumps about my family situation and sometimes you just have to find a way out, be it physical or chemical. Today its chemical. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Sorry&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;disappoint&lt;/span&gt; the conservative lot, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Anywho&lt;/span&gt;. I can't control much of what's going on around here but I can control my own creative force. I have a few pages to create for our Columbus Scrappers retreat (which I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;soooo&lt;/span&gt; need). I am actually pumped up about it. It's a project that I am part of but not in charge of for once. Nice to be part of a group effort. So long I feel like I have been solo. That is not always a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am actually going to a crop this weekend. Plan to get everything ironed out- been to long treading in the stagnant creative pond.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8716137099173888678-1981206353790215493?l=wheremybookbegins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8716137099173888678/posts/default/1981206353790215493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8716137099173888678/posts/default/1981206353790215493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheremybookbegins.blogspot.com/2007/01/speed-yes-sir-is-like-some-more.html' title='Speed?  Yes sir I&apos;d like some more!'/><author><name>Trisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04932855771614667373</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8716137099173888678.post-5346259720446849907</id><published>2007-01-10T21:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T22:01:52.569-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad, bad, blogger!!</title><content type='html'>Wow, what the hell happened?  Didn't I say I was going to be accountable?  Boy that so did not happen.  To say this has been a bad week would be an understatement.  It's like the gods that be read my resolutions and declared "Foolish human, you thought you could control your destiny?  We'll show you!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a long road trip with my oldest son, I thought I could talk sense into his head about his future by loosening him up with some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;alchohol&lt;/span&gt;.  That was not such a great idea.  Lots of tears, yelling and throwing things by both of us, all we accomplished was having killer hangovers the next day.  He is an adult and I can't make him do anything..he has made that clear.  He is leaving for Texas in 3 days and I have nothing but fear concerning his future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this stress has hit me physically too.  No, I have not stepped on the treadmill, have not been sober and have slept as much as humanly possible.  I have stressed out my gallbladder and pancreas.  I just need a break.  My father started chemo for stage 4 lung cancer last week.  I don't expect him to last very long as he eats very little and is extremely weak and in back pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been reading all these inspirational blogs by people I admire and wonder why I can't see life the way they do.  I see everything through a fog-like I'm not even here in my own life, just a spectator.  Time to up my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;meds&lt;/span&gt; I think, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe tomorrow will be better......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8716137099173888678-5346259720446849907?l=wheremybookbegins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8716137099173888678/posts/default/5346259720446849907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8716137099173888678/posts/default/5346259720446849907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheremybookbegins.blogspot.com/2007/01/bad-bad-blogger.html' title='Bad, bad, blogger!!'/><author><name>Trisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04932855771614667373</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8716137099173888678.post-3962357289403323660</id><published>2007-01-01T19:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T19:39:28.390-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Resolutions</title><content type='html'>Here I am at the age of 38 and I haven't seemed to keep any resolutions.  So why make them?  All about accountability as I stated before.  I believe not enough people take it and own it.  This past year I slept and sat away the majority of my time-it was pure laziness and I am disgusted.  Hopefully this time will be different.  I will try...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) This weight has to come off-at least 50 lbs of it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)I will walk 30 min a day on my treadmill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) I will not drink-complete sobriety for me from here on out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Make a real effort at drinking 64oz of water each day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) I resolve not to let laundry pile up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) I will stick to a better and simpler skin regimen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) I will be 100% better about Ryleigh's amblyopia program&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) I will become more dialed into homework issues with both girls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) I will spend more 1 on 1 time with Don (This is most important!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) Lastly I will dedicate more time and effort nuturing my creativity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I plan to comment at the start of each month on how well I am sticking to these resolutions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone had a safe New Year's Eve!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8716137099173888678-3962357289403323660?l=wheremybookbegins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8716137099173888678/posts/default/3962357289403323660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8716137099173888678/posts/default/3962357289403323660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheremybookbegins.blogspot.com/2007/01/resolutions.html' title='Resolutions'/><author><name>Trisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04932855771614667373</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8716137099173888678.post-7652976772836079373</id><published>2006-12-31T16:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-31T17:05:20.867-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's New Years Eve</title><content type='html'>What a more fitting time to start?  I wonder just how many will start new blogs today or in the week to come?  If no one every sees or reads this, that's okay, because it's my own accountability that matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight will be a night of celebration and reflection at our home.  Tomorrow is a fresh start and I will have my resolutions made.  Some will be big, others small but none the less important to me and my family's happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until then.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8716137099173888678-7652976772836079373?l=wheremybookbegins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8716137099173888678/posts/default/7652976772836079373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8716137099173888678/posts/default/7652976772836079373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheremybookbegins.blogspot.com/2006/12/its-new-years-eve.html' title='It&apos;s New Years Eve'/><author><name>Trisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04932855771614667373</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></entry></feed>
