<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8"?><?xml-stylesheet type='text/xsl' href='http://omahamomma.spaces.live.com/mmm2008-04-25_07.02/rsspretty.aspx?rssquery=en-US;http%3a%2f%2fomahamomma.spaces.live.com%2fcategory%2fMusic%2ffeed.rss' version='1.0'?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:slash="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/slash/" xmlns:msn="http://schemas.microsoft.com/msn/spaces/2005/rss" xmlns:live="http://schemas.microsoft.com/live/spaces/2006/rss" xmlns:dcterms="http://purl.org/dc/terms/" xmlns:cf="http://www.microsoft.com/schemas/rss/core/2005" xmlns:wfw="http://wellformedweb.org/CommentAPI/"><channel><title>Omaha Momma: Music</title><description /><link>http://omahamomma.spaces.live.com/?_c11_BlogPart_BlogPart=blogview&amp;_c=BlogPart&amp;partqs=catMusic</link><language>en-US</language><pubDate>Thu, 08 May 2008 01:41:04 GMT</pubDate><lastBuildDate>Thu, 08 May 2008 01:41:04 GMT</lastBuildDate><generator>Microsoft Spaces v1.1</generator><docs>http://www.rssboard.org/rss-specification</docs><ttl>60</ttl><cf:parentRSS>http://omahamomma.spaces.live.com/blog/feed.rss</cf:parentRSS><live:type>blogcategory</live:type><live:identity><live:id>5015206525246823992</live:id><live:alias>omahamomma</live:alias></live:identity><cf:listinfo><cf:group ns="http://schemas.microsoft.com/live/spaces/2006/rss" element="typelabel" label="Type" /><cf:group ns="http://schemas.microsoft.com/live/spaces/2006/rss" element="tag" label="Tag" /><cf:group element="category" label="Category" /><cf:sort element="pubDate" label="Date" data-type="date" default="true" /><cf:sort element="title" label="Title" data-type="string" /><cf:sort ns="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/slash/" element="comments" label="Comments" data-type="number" /></cf:listinfo><item><title>Bringing Sexy Back</title><link>http://omahamomma.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!459997C3548EDE38!5122.entry</link><description>&lt;div&gt;Yep. while painting &lt;strong&gt;3 &lt;/strong&gt;fucking coats of paint onto both sides of the door yesterday. I danced to &amp;quot;Sexy Back&amp;quot; , the whole time. I mean you can't even say that seeing a pregnant chic on her front porch in a tank top, cut off sweats, and covered in paint dancing to some Justin Timberlake isn't hot. Hahhahahhaahaha....thank God it was during the day and the only neighbors that were home were the ones that are more weird than me huh ? And, I only did the &amp;quot; ride the pony&amp;quot; and &amp;quot;the running man&amp;quot; while I was painting the back of the door, so no one saw that part. &lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;So the door is done. And, for some reason, now that the shutters and door are newly painted the garage door windows seem like they are way more dirty than they were before ....I don't get it. So later , baby girl and I will be out cleaning the windows of the garage doors. &lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;Yesterday we had sales people walking through the neighborhood all damn day. They didn't come to our door until about 8 last night. When I answered the door, (and I did only because they rang the bell AND knocked like they knew us), the woman asked if my &amp;quot; mom and dad were home .&amp;quot; *Snort* Are ya fuckin' kiddin' me ? Uh no lady they aren't here, they went on a drug run to Columbia and I'm stuck here babysitting the pawns of recents drug trades until they get back. Dumb shit. &lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;I just remembered that I have to find a babysitter for Thursday night. We (hubs and I) are volunteering at the fundraiser for his assistant that was diagnosed with cancer last year. It's a spaghetti feed, and there's beer. Am I the only one that thinks that's weird ? I guess that's one way to ensure that more people come, but I was just a bit shocked when I heard that there will be beer there too. Ok so maybe I'm bitter that everyone else can drink....? Naw, I'm never bitter.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;The &lt;a href="http://omahamomma.spaces.live.com/www.omaharollergirls.org/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Omaha Roller Girls&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; have a bout on Friday night in Lincoln too, and I wanna go, but I doubt I can as of right now. And, then Sunday &lt;a href="http://omahamomma.spaces.live.com/www.timothyschaffert.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Timothy Schaffert&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; is having a &amp;quot;Sunday Salon&amp;quot; at his house. I definitely wanna go to that ! He lives right by us, and hubs will be home watching football all day, so I think I will !&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;BUT, I gotta get all my chores done before Mom and Dad get back, or I'll get grounded. &lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://c.services.spaces.live.com/CollectionWebService/c.gif?cid=5015206525246823992&amp;page=RSS%3a+Bringing+Sexy+Back&amp;referrer=" width="1px" height="1px" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;img style="position:absolute" alt="" width="0px" height="0px" src="http://c.live.com/c.gif?NC=31263&amp;amp;NA=1149&amp;amp;PI=73329&amp;amp;RF=&amp;amp;DI=3919&amp;amp;PS=85545&amp;amp;TP=omahamomma.spaces.live.com&amp;amp;GT1=omahamomma"&gt;</description><comments>http://omahamomma.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!459997C3548EDE38!5122.entry#comment</comments><guid isPermaLink="true">http://omahamomma.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!459997C3548EDE38!5122.entry</guid><pubDate>Tue, 03 Oct 2006 14:48:34 GMT</pubDate><slash:comments>10</slash:comments><msn:type>blogentry</msn:type><live:type>blogentry</live:type><live:typelabel>Blog entry</live:typelabel><wfw:commentRss>http://omahamomma.spaces.live.com/blog/cns!459997C3548EDE38!5122/comments/feed.rss</wfw:commentRss><wfw:comment>http://omahamomma.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!459997C3548EDE38!5122.entry#comment</wfw:comment><dcterms:modified>2006-10-03T15:13:39Z</dcterms:modified></item><item><title>It's reality t.v.</title><link>http://omahamomma.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!459997C3548EDE38!2634.entry</link><description>&lt;div&gt;Ok...not being able to get to sleep at night causes me to make bad decisions in the &amp;quot; what to watch on t.v.&amp;quot; department. &lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;When I say bad decisions, I mean, I watch shit I don't normally watch because I think it's dumb.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;MTV has..&amp;quot;The Gauntlet&amp;quot; number 4 or 19 I don't really know. I've never paid attention. Well...as I was watching I see people on there that are from episodes of &amp;quot;The Real World&amp;quot; seasons from over a decade ago ! What's bad is these same people are on other MTV or reality shows . &lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;What the fuck is wrong with these people ?!?!&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt; I mean hey I'm all for staying young and being a cool person beyond my teens and early twenties...but really....when you have to take arthiritis medicine before you do challenges, you need to go home. &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;GO HOME !  &lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;They've made &amp;quot;reality t.v.&amp;quot; their job. They still have catfights...and hissy fits...but when you're 40 and doing the same shit you did on a show when you were twenty...it shows that the reason you are still doing it is because you lack the intelligence and social skills, and drive to function &lt;em&gt;in&lt;/em&gt; and not on&amp;quot;The Real World&amp;quot;.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;I do believe there are postives about some reality t.v. though. Some shows give normal everyday people a chance to shine. &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;~American Idol, gives chances to people that couldn't get through the door. &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;~Dirty Jobs shows us that , people really do get dirty and work hard...everyday because they have to.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;~Amazing Race is well, in my opinion &amp;quot;amazing&amp;quot;...run of the mill people traveling across the world. Given hard challenges that take brain power and team work to make it. And, when they don't make it, it's because they failed at using at least one of the two things it takes to make it. Not because someone is pissed because their boyfriend screwed one of the other team members, and voted them bitches off. &lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://c.services.spaces.live.com/CollectionWebService/c.gif?cid=5015206525246823992&amp;page=RSS%3a+It's+reality+t.v.&amp;referrer=" width="1px" height="1px" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;img style="position:absolute" alt="" width="0px" height="0px" src="http://c.live.com/c.gif?NC=31263&amp;amp;NA=1149&amp;amp;PI=73329&amp;amp;RF=&amp;amp;DI=3919&amp;amp;PS=85545&amp;amp;TP=omahamomma.spaces.live.com&amp;amp;GT1=omahamomma"&gt;</description><comments>http://omahamomma.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!459997C3548EDE38!2634.entry#comment</comments><guid isPermaLink="true">http://omahamomma.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!459997C3548EDE38!2634.entry</guid><pubDate>Sat, 18 Mar 2006 17:49:30 GMT</pubDate><slash:comments>7</slash:comments><msn:type>blogentry</msn:type><live:type>blogentry</live:type><live:typelabel>Blog entry</live:typelabel><wfw:commentRss>http://omahamomma.spaces.live.com/blog/cns!459997C3548EDE38!2634/comments/feed.rss</wfw:commentRss><wfw:comment>http://omahamomma.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!459997C3548EDE38!2634.entry#comment</wfw:comment><dcterms:modified>2006-03-18T17:49:30Z</dcterms:modified></item><item><title>Because of You</title><link>http://omahamomma.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!459997C3548EDE38!2054.entry</link><description>&lt;div&gt;Sometimes music &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt; you. &lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;Most of the time I can explain how a certain song makes me feel, or what it makes me think.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt; But then sometimes I can't even begin to tell anyone what I think of when I hear specific songs. &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;I guess they are buried secrets, things that I keep back far away from everyday life.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt; For my benefit, and really the benefit of others. &lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;The song is singing about you, to you. &lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;The choice you make everyday to avoid yourself is null and void. &lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;And then you think..........................&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;Do you ever wonder what would really happen or what would be if everyone actually &lt;em&gt;knew&lt;/em&gt; you ? &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Not even everyone....just &lt;em&gt;one &lt;/em&gt;person. &lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;If they &lt;em&gt;knew&lt;/em&gt; all the hurt and hate and rejection and sadness. &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;What would they do ? &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Would they walk away ? &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Would they try to make you feel better ? &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Would they care ?&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;I guess that after reading this you can tell that I've had what you might consider a bad night. &lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;The lyrics I'm leaving are a song by Kelly Clarkson..the song is &amp;quot;Because of You&amp;quot;.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;I know you've probably heard the song a million times over, but read it.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#993366"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I will not make the same mistakes that you did &lt;br&gt;I will not let myself cause my heart so much misery &lt;br&gt;I will not break the way you did &lt;br&gt;You fell so hard &lt;br&gt;I've learned the hard way, to never let it get that far &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Because of you &lt;br&gt;I never stray too far from the sidewalk &lt;br&gt;Because of you &lt;br&gt;I learned to play on the safe side&lt;br&gt;So I don't get hurt &lt;br&gt;Because of you &lt;br&gt;I find it hard to trust &lt;br&gt;Not only me, but everyone around me &lt;br&gt;Because of you &lt;br&gt;I am afraid &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I lose my way &lt;br&gt;And it's not too long before you point it out &lt;br&gt;I cannot cry &lt;br&gt;Because I know that's weakness in your eyes &lt;br&gt;I'm forced to fake a smile, a laugh&lt;br&gt;Every day of my life &lt;br&gt;My heart can't possibly break &lt;br&gt;When it wasn't even whole to start with &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Because of you &lt;br&gt;I never stray too far from the sidewalk &lt;br&gt;Because of you &lt;br&gt;I learned to play on the safe side &lt;br&gt;So I don't get hurt &lt;br&gt;Because of you &lt;br&gt;I find it hard to trust &lt;br&gt;Not only me, but everyone around me &lt;br&gt;Because of you &lt;br&gt;I am afraid &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I watched you die &lt;br&gt;I heard you cry&lt;br&gt;Every night in your sleep &lt;br&gt;I was so young &lt;br&gt;You should have known better than to lean on me &lt;br&gt;You never thought of anyone else &lt;br&gt;You just saw your pain &lt;br&gt;And now I cry &lt;br&gt;In the middle of the night &lt;br&gt;For the same damn thing&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Because of you &lt;br&gt;I never stray too far from the sidewalk &lt;br&gt;Because of you &lt;br&gt;I learned to play on the safe side &lt;br&gt;So I don't get hurt &lt;br&gt;Because of you &lt;br&gt;I tried my hardest just to forget everything &lt;br&gt;Because of you &lt;br&gt;I don't know how to let anyone else in &lt;br&gt;Because of you &lt;br&gt;I'm ashamed of my life because it's empty &lt;br&gt;Because of you &lt;br&gt;I am afraid &lt;br&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://c.services.spaces.live.com/CollectionWebService/c.gif?cid=5015206525246823992&amp;page=RSS%3a+Because+of+You&amp;referrer=" width="1px" height="1px" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;img style="position:absolute" alt="" width="0px" height="0px" src="http://c.live.com/c.gif?NC=31263&amp;amp;NA=1149&amp;amp;PI=73329&amp;amp;RF=&amp;amp;DI=3919&amp;amp;PS=85545&amp;amp;TP=omahamomma.spaces.live.com&amp;amp;GT1=omahamomma"&gt;</description><comments>http://omahamomma.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!459997C3548EDE38!2054.entry#comment</comments><guid isPermaLink="true">http://omahamomma.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!459997C3548EDE38!2054.entry</guid><pubDate>Mon, 13 Feb 2006 05:04:53 GMT</pubDate><slash:comments>11</slash:comments><msn:type>blogentry</msn:type><live:type>blogentry</live:type><live:typelabel>Blog entry</live:typelabel><wfw:commentRss>http://omahamomma.spaces.live.com/blog/cns!459997C3548EDE38!2054/comments/feed.rss</wfw:commentRss><wfw:comment>http://omahamomma.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!459997C3548EDE38!2054.entry#comment</wfw:comment><dcterms:modified>2006-02-13T05:04:53Z</dcterms:modified></item><item><title>She's a bad Mama Jamma</title><link>http://omahamomma.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!459997C3548EDE38!1491.entry</link><description>&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="Garamond, Times, Serif" color="#333399" size=4&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Can't. stop. singing. that.fucking. song. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="Garamond, Times, Serif" color="#333399" size=4&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ok so the poor whale died....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="Garamond, Times, Serif" color="#333399" size=4&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="Garamond, Times, Serif" color="#333399" size=4&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dear Whale,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="Garamond, Times, Serif" color="#333399" size=4&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In the midst of your confusion, you took a wrong turn. I know it's kind of late to tell you this.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="Garamond, Times, Serif" color="#333399" size=4&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But had you gotten stuck in a river in the &lt;font color="#3366ff"&gt;United States&lt;/font&gt;....we would've saved you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="Garamond, Times, Serif" color="#333399" size=4&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ahhh shit...I'm funny today....you don't have to bother telling me...I know.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="Garamond, Times, Serif" color="#333399" size=4&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Just been painting, and bitching about painting..lol &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="Garamond, Times, Serif" color="#333399" size=4&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And getting interrupted by these kids that live here that seems to think I'm like thier Mom or some shit...&amp;quot;waaa I'm hungry...waaa I need a drink.&amp;quot; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="Garamond, Times, Serif" color="#333399" size=4&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I hope thier real parents get here soon. But I doubt it, I just read that &lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;Satans&lt;/font&gt; pretty busy with Osama..so who know's how long it'll be.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;Finally !&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;I think I had more trouble sleeping last night than the kids did !&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;They woke us promptly at 5:55 a.m......except for baby girl ( who was NOT ready to wake up)...everyone was &lt;em&gt;so &lt;/em&gt;excited.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt; Took tons of pictures.....all of us in our 6 a.m. glory lmfao. &lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt; Today we are just hanging out playing with all of our new toys, and eating, and maybe napping...which is totally ok with me ! By mid-afternoon I will be in need of a power nap ! &lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;So far the girls have downloaded music to Mp3 players, downloaded camera software and hooked up the crazy guitar to the t.v. ....played house.....changed baby diapers and clothes 25 times ! And, now they're onto opening the craft box with 50 billion things to do in it....that outta keep 'em busy for a few minutes .....I hope ! And, already broken into the candy from stockings .....nothing like a sugar high at 8 a.m. huh ?&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;Alrighty, I'm off to find something to eat ! Hope everyone's Christmas has been and stays Merry !!!!!! 8:00 a.m.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;Ok it's 4:40...hubby has been asleep since 2.....I was just about to doze off when the baby decided that she'd like to open the carpet shampoo bottle---THE FULL ONE......ah well I guess that's one way to get my ass to mop that kitchen huh ?!?!?! &lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;It's been a great day.....&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;Then you think...ok well it's came and gone....now what ? I got so used to run here run there..do this do that..hurry hurry....and now.......NOTHING.....this is gonna take some getting used to ! &lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;Oh and the Kansas hoodie that I'm wearing in those pics was one of my pressies !! LOVE IT ! &lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;Oh and after I posted these pics I really saw what my kids are wearing !!!LMFAO  There's my oldest in her basketball shorts that she lives in, my 8 year old has on her &amp;quot;choice&amp;quot; attire--which you can see is a ball gown...my 6 year old is in her favorite outfit of the week...she has to wear it again as soon as it gets washed...and the baby is in jammies...but only because I don't let her pick out her clothes !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://c.services.spaces.live.com/CollectionWebService/c.gif?cid=5015206525246823992&amp;page=RSS%3a+It's+Christmas+!!!!!!!!!!!!&amp;referrer=" width="1px" height="1px" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;img style="position:absolute" alt="" width="0px" height="0px" src="http://c.live.com/c.gif?NC=31263&amp;amp;NA=1149&amp;amp;PI=73329&amp;amp;RF=&amp;amp;DI=3919&amp;amp;PS=85545&amp;amp;TP=omahamomma.spaces.live.com&amp;amp;GT1=omahamomma"&gt;</description><comments>http://omahamomma.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!459997C3548EDE38!832.entry#comment</comments><guid isPermaLink="true">http://omahamomma.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!459997C3548EDE38!832.entry</guid><pubDate>Sun, 25 Dec 2005 14:35:44 GMT</pubDate><slash:comments>11</slash:comments><msn:type>blogentry</msn:type><live:type>blogentry</live:type><live:typelabel>Blog entry</live:typelabel><wfw:commentRss>http://omahamomma.spaces.live.com/blog/cns!459997C3548EDE38!832/comments/feed.rss</wfw:commentRss><wfw:comment>http://omahamomma.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!459997C3548EDE38!832.entry#comment</wfw:comment><dcterms:modified>2005-12-25T22:51:42Z</dcterms:modified></item><item><title>Holiday Program</title><link>http://omahamomma.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!459997C3548EDE38!777.entry</link><description>&lt;div&gt;Today was the program, man those things were long ! Not only did they have the scheduled grades singing...they had choirs from other grades....a 45 minute program turns into 1 hour and 10 minutes.... each ! ugh ! The girls all did great though...of course ! I put pics in the album....and one of poor frosty...he was having a bad day lol. The middle of the first program he began to deflate ......and it was all downhill from there...&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;There were so many people there...I'm sure that if the fire marshall were to drop in....he'd find things ...let's just say &amp;quot;interesting&amp;quot;. Alright...off to hop around..be back later&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://c.services.spaces.live.com/CollectionWebService/c.gif?cid=5015206525246823992&amp;page=RSS%3a+Holiday+Program&amp;referrer=" width="1px" height="1px" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;img style="position:absolute" alt="" width="0px" height="0px" src="http://c.live.com/c.gif?NC=31263&amp;amp;NA=1149&amp;amp;PI=73329&amp;amp;RF=&amp;amp;DI=3919&amp;amp;PS=85545&amp;amp;TP=omahamomma.spaces.live.com&amp;amp;GT1=omahamomma"&gt;</description><comments>http://omahamomma.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!459997C3548EDE38!777.entry#comment</comments><guid isPermaLink="true">http://omahamomma.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!459997C3548EDE38!777.entry</guid><pubDate>Thu, 22 Dec 2005 17:15:52 GMT</pubDate><slash:comments>8</slash:comments><msn:type>blogentry</msn:type><live:type>blogentry</live:type><live:typelabel>Blog entry</live:typelabel><wfw:commentRss>http://omahamomma.spaces.live.com/blog/cns!459997C3548EDE38!777/comments/feed.rss</wfw:commentRss><wfw:comment>http://omahamomma.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!459997C3548EDE38!777.entry#comment</wfw:comment><dcterms:modified>2005-12-22T17:15:52Z</dcterms:modified></item><item><title>Songs in my head</title><link>http://omahamomma.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!459997C3548EDE38!668.entry</link><description>&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Damn Kelly Clarkson......I can't get her songs out of my head today ! Maybe because that is just about ALL they play on VH1 in the mornings....I listen/watch videos when I'm layin' in bed thinking how much I'd love to lay there all day doing nothing &lt;em&gt;but&lt;/em&gt; that. I couldn't do it though, even if I had the chance...I'd get bored. &amp;quot;C&amp;quot; has been singing &amp;quot;Because of You&amp;quot; for the past 3 days too so that's not helping. She thinks that she's gonna sing that at the school talent show this spring....makes sense...she &lt;em&gt;is &lt;/em&gt;the drama queen. When the other girls will be twirling batons, and doing a hip-hop dance, she'll be doing something else. Whatever it takes to get attention on her. She's&amp;quot; cool like that&amp;quot; she says lol. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The girls are famous now. Kids at school are saying how they saw the pic of them at Walgreens and how thier parents thought it was beautiful...duh ! Ok so I am a bit partial to my little beauty queens...but HELLO look at them ! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have to go to the mall today.....I'm so torn up about it...NOT ! &amp;quot;J&amp;quot; wants the new &amp;quot;ice skating&amp;quot; outift for her bear from build-a-bear workshop for Christmas. After that, and a baby leap pad for Didda,  I am done with Christmas shopping. Which is odd beings that I started in January of last year ! I buy stuff for people throughout the year. That's a good thing...the bad thing ? I forget where I put half the shit..lol. Or I end up buying 9 things for one person...ah well.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On another note...I finished reading my book I got for my birthday. I only allowed myself to read a bit at a time. Mainly because I usually read a book in a day or maybe two, and I get pissed when I'm done because I don't want it to be over ! The book is called &amp;quot;Angry Housewives Eating Bon-Bons&amp;quot;, it's a total chick book. But I really liked it ! It was about friendship, the kind we all wish REALLY existed. Thick and thin, fun and fights, all different backrounds,  they were always friends. Too bad it hardly EVER happens that way. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have a couple of really good friends, including my little sister. I would of never thought that she would end up being one of my best friends, but she is. We were always so different, I mean we still are, but we embrace our differences, and it makes us closer. We raise our kids totally differently..lol. That's and understatement I think ? We love/hate different things...usually if I love it, she hates it and vice versa. But it's ok. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've had alot of other people come and go in my life. The people who I thought &lt;em&gt;were&lt;/em&gt; my friends. Thought wrong. I am normally a great judge of character. But when I am at one of those points in my life that I've needed a friend, my vision was blurred. I looked past what I thought were minor things, and ignored the obvious. The only person I hurt was myself. Growing up, I was far from popular. And to be honest that is what I really wanted. I just wanted lots of friends, people who wanted to be friends with me, people I could have fun with and call just to chat........ or bitch about life. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There have been times that I was desperate for a friend. Really. I wanted someone &amp;quot;like me&amp;quot;. A mom, BUT a&lt;em&gt; cool ass mom&lt;/em&gt;, a jokster, someone trustworthy. I have to tell ya though girlfriends like that aren't exactly coming out in droves. People are so fucking fake. They are afraid to act,  dress, or talk like they really are for fear that someone will know that they aren't the fucking cookie cutter PTO mom that they appear to be. Those people &lt;em&gt;ARE &lt;/em&gt;out in droves. Look around, they are the ones wearing rose colored glasses, living in glass houses, and not saying anything because they have nothing nice to say. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I know it's a long blog today...sorry.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;p.s. I added a pic of Sasha in her fur coat...because she is so effin' cute ! And a pic of my sis...with frosty after she gave him a blowjob...that bastard was only a foot tall when she started ! Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ! That bitch is GOOD ! Lucky husband she has eh ?   ;)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alright I'm adding to my shit blog again......I'm in a shit mood so whatever. Waiting for baby girl to wake up so we can go to the MAAAAAAALLLLLLLL. They were showing clips from the U2 concert on the news......*sigh* and there was Kanye West..........singing MY SONG....&amp;quot; I ain't sayin' she a gold-digga...but she ain't messin with no broke ****** &amp;quot;.....er uhmm.. we'll leave out that word...that's a first for me leaving out a word but it would seem inappropriate for me to say.  Really I didn't need to see the shit I missed on the news ! Bastards.....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;Tonight hubby and I were &lt;em&gt;supposed&lt;/em&gt; to go to the U2 concert. I didn't really want to go , but I had gotten all giddy about it after deciding it would be fun, &lt;em&gt;and &lt;/em&gt;I could get a cute t-shirt too.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;But he calls me yesterday.....&amp;quot;we can't go&amp;quot;. &amp;lt;---hubby&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&amp;quot;UHM WWHY THE HELL NOT I GOT A SITTER ALREADY !!!??? &amp;quot;This was more of a statement than a question obviously. &lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&amp;quot;Rogers (his assistant) uncle died, funeral is tomorrow.&amp;quot;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;Me: &amp;quot; Well tell me the name of that funeral home and I'll take care of that shit !&amp;quot;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;Hubby: No Jess quit bein a smartass..lol&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;Me: &amp;quot;I'm serious....I mean it's U2...I'm sure his dead uncle would appreciate U2 !&amp;quot;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;Hubby: I'm sorry, but hey the vendor said that since we can't use the tickets he's gonna give us a 100 dollar gift card to Home Depot !&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;Me: Are you fuckin kiddin me ? What in the hell am I gonna do with that ?!?!? Unless U2 is hanging at Home Depot.............................................are they ?&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;...............&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Hubby: No..............I dunno buy some paint or something honey.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;Me: Riiiiiiiight I can't see U2 so I'll buy shit so that I can work ......I don't like that idea really.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;Hubby:Alright well I'm sorry....I'll make it up to you...Nickleback remember ? &lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;Me: *huff* .........fine.....*sigh*&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;Now for some people a Home Depot card worth 100 dollars may be just what they wanted ! Not us....we own 3 tools, a hammer 2 screwdrivers, and a tape measure. And, half the fucking time we can't find at least one of the three !&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt; Really. We aren't &amp;quot;fix it&amp;quot; kind of people. If it can be rigged somehow I'm all over it, but if it involves truely fixing something....I'm out. &lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;So no U2 for me....one of my friends is going though, I told him to get me a t-shirt...lol.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;Ya know yesterday when I was saying how I can't stand &amp;quot;animal fluids&amp;quot; and the sort ? Well my dog either heard and wanted to test that, or didn't hear and didn't care. He puked in the living room twice last night ! So my day has already consisted of shampooing carpets....guess I'll do the bedrooms too since I'm at it........oh happy day....oh happy day....&lt;/div&gt;
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