<?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-7225880886217013284</id><updated>2011-12-01T07:49:40.353-07:00</updated><category term='ramble'/><category term='test'/><category term='chad'/><category term='Thursday Thirteen'/><category term='TV'/><category term='blogger'/><category term='dogs'/><category term='Christmas'/><category term='classes'/><category term='house work'/><category term='dustin'/><category term='Steph'/><category term='dream'/><category term='school'/><category term='Nina'/><category term='Heaven'/><category term='tara'/><title type='text'>~Kin of Earth~Family of Terra~</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terra-and-family.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225880886217013284/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terra-and-family.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Terra</name><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>61</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225880886217013284.post-1913318265667530285</id><published>2007-06-09T09:23:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-06-09T09:23:51.951-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Napa Dude in Newcastle</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;We (being my sweetheart and I) have been loyal customers over the years. We have purchased countless things for my various cars over the years from you (unless we had no choice in the matter). To be told this morning that you basically refused to sell my sweetheart the part that he needs to fix my car (on the grounds that he isn't a good enough mechanic) is dumb.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;There hasn't been a problem one of our beaters have had that he hasn't been able to fix. The only time he requires someone else to help is if the car needs hooked to a machine we don't have. (Then 9 times out of 10, he still fixes it he just needs to be sure he is correct in "what is wrong.")&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;2 months ago he changed my head gaskets (this is a 1997 Ford Taurus), in a day and a half. This is something that a NOT GOOD ENOUGH MECHANIC couldn't have done. It is also only a small example of what he can do. He doesn't like working on cars, otherwise he could have chosen to be a mechanic for goodness sake!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;You made a huge mistake, and I want to let you know it. (The need of the car this time? An air conditioning pump installed, along with a new belt...)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;PS/ I am still not up to par but I feel a little better today...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7225880886217013284-1913318265667530285?l=terra-and-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terra-and-family.blogspot.com/feeds/1913318265667530285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7225880886217013284&amp;postID=1913318265667530285&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225880886217013284/posts/default/1913318265667530285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225880886217013284/posts/default/1913318265667530285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terra-and-family.blogspot.com/2007/06/dear-napa-dude-in-newcastle.html' title='Dear Napa Dude in Newcastle'/><author><name>Terra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225880886217013284.post-7327145665577114990</id><published>2007-06-07T21:42:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T21:42:30.037-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Grrr, Girr, Growl, Hiss, Moan, Complain... ~Terra Sears~</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I don't feel well... I hate not feeling well... I didn't do anything today... I am not planning on doing anything today... I hurt, everywhere. Walking, bending over, breathing, and standing are painful... I want today to be over, and tomorrow to feel better...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I plan on catching up on some of my reading tonight if I can't sleep, so expect some comments.... Maybe???&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7225880886217013284-7327145665577114990?l=terra-and-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terra-and-family.blogspot.com/feeds/7327145665577114990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7225880886217013284&amp;postID=7327145665577114990&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225880886217013284/posts/default/7327145665577114990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225880886217013284/posts/default/7327145665577114990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terra-and-family.blogspot.com/2007/06/grrr-girr-growl-hiss-moan-complain.html' title='Grrr, Girr, Growl, Hiss, Moan, Complain... ~Terra Sears~'/><author><name>Terra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225880886217013284.post-1768721538067652109</id><published>2007-06-01T20:44:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-06-01T20:44:00.337-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Study as if you were going to live forever; live as if you were going to die tomorrow. ~Maria Mitchell~</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;As I kind of suggested yesterday, I spent most of the day working on my ethics. (Darn Summer School!) Anyway, I have a feeling there are no right answers in this class, which is good and yet is scary at the same time.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Today we rented Night at the Museum, cute. I highly recommend it to anyone and everyone. I don't really know what else to talk about. My mind is still in my ethics class, so I will go for now!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7225880886217013284-1768721538067652109?l=terra-and-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terra-and-family.blogspot.com/feeds/1768721538067652109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7225880886217013284&amp;postID=1768721538067652109&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225880886217013284/posts/default/1768721538067652109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225880886217013284/posts/default/1768721538067652109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terra-and-family.blogspot.com/2007/06/study-as-if-you-were-going-to-live.html' title='Study as if you were going to live forever; live as if you were going to die tomorrow. ~Maria Mitchell~'/><author><name>Terra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225880886217013284.post-4337549740121635359</id><published>2007-05-29T21:00:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T21:00:20.703-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday Weigh In</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tickercentral.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.tickercentral.com/view/3ozf/6.png" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I switched tickers again... I like the old fashioned ones from tickercentral best. They remember your information :) So I lost another two pounds. I am shocked, because I ate out quite a bit this last weekend. However, I tried to be good (didn't eat as much, and tried to eat salads). I also have been walking the dogs 2.5 miles which I am sure helped. Although, I didn't this weekend I was to busy having fun...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I suppose I better go for now, I still have some things I want to do before bed. Hope everyone is having a good week. I will be reading my friends tomorrow... :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7225880886217013284-4337549740121635359?l=terra-and-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terra-and-family.blogspot.com/feeds/4337549740121635359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7225880886217013284&amp;postID=4337549740121635359&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225880886217013284/posts/default/4337549740121635359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225880886217013284/posts/default/4337549740121635359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terra-and-family.blogspot.com/2007/05/tuesday-weigh-in.html' title='Tuesday Weigh In'/><author><name>Terra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225880886217013284.post-4833909971450824275</id><published>2007-05-27T19:38:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-05-27T19:38:56.385-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Nina has company so I got that wish granted of "I wish Nina had something to do." Now I am once again not sure what to do with myself. It is funny how that works! Of course as always there is cleaning that needs to be done. Therefore, I should work on that. However, as normal I don't want to. So perhaps I will put if off one more day. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I have quite a few thoughts on how to get this kitten to quit chewing on me. I must mention some strange things about this kitten; he doesn't come to here kitty-kitty, but does come to a whistle and a "come here", he scratches himself behind the ear with his back leg, and he scratches on the door when he wants in the room. I am thinking that Snickers might be taking him under her wing a little too much! &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I am going to go throw ball for the dogs for a little while, then I guess I will do some laundry (that isn't really cleaning), and perhaps I might also clean up my desk a little (that is a big maybe). &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7225880886217013284-4833909971450824275?l=terra-and-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terra-and-family.blogspot.com/feeds/4833909971450824275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7225880886217013284&amp;postID=4833909971450824275&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225880886217013284/posts/default/4833909971450824275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225880886217013284/posts/default/4833909971450824275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terra-and-family.blogspot.com/2007/05/nothing.html' title='Nothing'/><author><name>Terra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225880886217013284.post-1424964487031294598</id><published>2007-05-26T22:10:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-05-26T22:10:31.288-06:00</updated><title type='text'>If you truly love Nature, you will find beauty everywhere. ~Vincent Van Gogh ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;We didn't want to spend all day at home, so we went to Spearfish SD today. We went to the fish hatchery, and the park. It was fun and pretty. Of course we also drove through the canyons. WOW, I love this time of year!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://mountainview-campground.com/attractions.htm" atomicselection="true"&gt;&lt;img height="69" src="http://mountainview-campground.com/DCboothhatch.jpg" width="100" align="left"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.geosciences.unl.edu/~mackerman/Melissa%20Pictures.htm" atomicselection="true"&gt;&lt;img height="74" src="http://www.geosciences.unl.edu/~mackerman/Large Images/Spearfish Canyon.jpg" width="100" align="right"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;(note: pictures are NOT mine, I borrowed them, therefore I added links to the pages they came from.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;We had coffee (well Dustin had coffee, and Nina had a fruit thing, I was good and had water.) Stopped at KFC/LJS and had lunch. It was good, but I was left hungry knowing I couldn't eat to much at a fast food place. Stopped at Walmart, and came home. I know really exiting, but that is what we did today. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;So now, I am off to munch on some good home food, because I am starving after not allowing myself much all day! Happy Saturday all...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7225880886217013284-1424964487031294598?l=terra-and-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terra-and-family.blogspot.com/feeds/1424964487031294598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7225880886217013284&amp;postID=1424964487031294598&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225880886217013284/posts/default/1424964487031294598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225880886217013284/posts/default/1424964487031294598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terra-and-family.blogspot.com/2007/05/if-you-truly-love-nature-you-will-find.html' title='If you truly love Nature, you will find beauty everywhere. ~Vincent Van Gogh ~'/><author><name>Terra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225880886217013284.post-1305071750343447148</id><published>2007-05-20T18:30:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T18:30:23.999-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother Nature is visiting, so...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Well due to some beautiful afternoon thunderstorms, I haven't been able to be on the computer. So hi and bye to everyone!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7225880886217013284-1305071750343447148?l=terra-and-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terra-and-family.blogspot.com/feeds/1305071750343447148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7225880886217013284&amp;postID=1305071750343447148&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225880886217013284/posts/default/1305071750343447148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225880886217013284/posts/default/1305071750343447148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terra-and-family.blogspot.com/2007/05/mother-nature-is-visiting-so.html' title='Mother Nature is visiting, so...'/><author><name>Terra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225880886217013284.post-5686355143766946950</id><published>2007-05-13T13:40:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-05-13T13:40:12.132-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Children I thank you for Today</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;My wonderful little girls made me several cards today;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;ul&gt; &lt;li&gt;Mom we love you ever so much "A mother is a person who seeing there are only four pieces of pie for five people, promptly announces she never did care for pie."&amp;nbsp; (With a lovely picture of Heaven and Katrina)  &lt;li&gt;Motherhood is about so much more than baking cookie and sharing smiles... it's about teaching little hearts how to love big.  &lt;li&gt;You nurture your children, you scrimp and save and sacrifice until one day they turn to you and say... "Here comes my friends! Pretend you don't know me!"  &lt;li&gt;Happy mother's day, mom you're the best. I love you  &lt;li&gt;A colored teddy bear with a shirt that says "I love mom"  &lt;li&gt;A colored teddy bear with a heart on its chest  &lt;li&gt;Happy mothers day with two little kids on the bottom (also colored)  &lt;li&gt;I heart mom colored.  &lt;li&gt;Happy mother's day with tons of hearts also colored.  &lt;li&gt;My Mother Taught Me About...  &lt;ul&gt; &lt;li&gt;My Mother taught me about ANTICIPATION.... "Just wait until your father gets home."  &lt;li&gt;My Mother taught me about RECEIVING.... "You are going to get it when we get home!"  &lt;li&gt;My Mother taught me to MEET A CHALLENGE.... "What were you thinking? Answer me when I talk to you! Don't talk back to me!"  &lt;li&gt;My Mother taught me LOGIC.... "If you fall out off that swing and break your neck, your not going to the store with me."  &lt;li&gt;My Mother taught me MEDICAL SCIENCE.... "If you don't stop crossing your eyes, they are going to freeze that way."  &lt;li&gt;My Mother taught me to THINK AHEAD.... "If you don't pass your spelling test, you'll never get a good job."  &lt;li&gt;My Mother taught me HUMOR.... "When that lawn mower cuts off your toes, don't come running to me."  &lt;li&gt;My Mother taught me how to BECOME AN ADULT.... "If you don't eat your vegetables, you'll never grow up."  &lt;li&gt;My Mother taught me about GENETICS.... "You're just like your father."  &lt;li&gt;My Mother taught me about my ROOTS.... "Do you think you were born in a barn?"  &lt;li&gt;My Mother taught me about WISDOM OF AGE.... "When you get to be my age, you will understand."&lt;br&gt;AND LAST BUT NOT LEAST....  &lt;li&gt;My Mother taught me about JUSTICE.... "One day you'll have kids, and I hope they turn out just like you... Then you'll see what is like!"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;li&gt;Then a lovely plant...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;p&gt;Thank you girls for giving your mom such nice giggles, and warm feelings!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7225880886217013284-5686355143766946950?l=terra-and-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terra-and-family.blogspot.com/feeds/5686355143766946950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7225880886217013284&amp;postID=5686355143766946950&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225880886217013284/posts/default/5686355143766946950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225880886217013284/posts/default/5686355143766946950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terra-and-family.blogspot.com/2007/05/my-children-i-thank-you-for-today.html' title='My Children I thank you for Today'/><author><name>Terra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225880886217013284.post-392094552900481829</id><published>2007-05-02T21:54:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T21:54:25.638-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The headache is fixed!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The kitten had a bowel movement! YEAH! Still tons of&amp;nbsp; homework to do, I will talk to you all soon (Finals are coming up! So I have to do lots of study stuff.)  &lt;p&gt;Not that anyone wants to know, but here it is!  &lt;p&gt;The probability of a $2 winner in a particular state lottery is 1 in 10, the probability of a $5 winner is 1 in 50, the probability of a $10 winner is 1 in 500.  &lt;p&gt;a) What is the probability of getting either a $2, $5, or $10 winner? Compare the probability of getting only a $2 winner.  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P ($2 or $5 or $10) = &lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P ($2) + P ($5) + P ($10) =&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;sup&gt;100&lt;/sup&gt;/&lt;sub&gt;500&lt;/sub&gt; + &lt;sup&gt;10&lt;/sup&gt;/&lt;sub&gt;500&lt;/sub&gt; + &lt;sup&gt;1&lt;/sup&gt;/&lt;sub&gt;500&lt;/sub&gt; = &lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;sup&gt;111&lt;/sup&gt;/&lt;sub&gt;500&lt;/sub&gt; ≈ .222 &lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P ($2) = &lt;sup&gt;1&lt;/sup&gt;/10 = .1&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;The probability of getting a $2, $5, or a $10 winner is about 22%, whereas getting a $2 winner is 10%. The probability of getting any winner is more than a specific one.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;p&gt;b) If you buy 50 lottery tickets, what is the probability that you will get at least one $5 winner?  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P (at least one $5 winner in 50 tickets) =&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1 - [P (not winner of $5 on one ticket)]&lt;sup&gt; 50 &lt;/sup&gt;=&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1 – [.98]&lt;sup&gt;50&lt;/sup&gt; ≈ .6358&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;The probability of getting a $5 winner in 50 tickets is about 64%.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;p&gt;c) If you buy 500 lottery tickets, what is the probability that you will get at least one $10 winner?  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P (at least one $10 winner in 500 tickets) = &lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1 - [P (not winner of $10 on one ticket)]&lt;sup&gt; 50 &lt;/sup&gt;=&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1 – [.998]&lt;sup&gt;500&lt;/sup&gt; ≈ .6325&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;The probability of getting a $10 winner in 500 tickets is about 63%.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div class="wlWriterSmartContent" id="0767317B-992E-4b12-91E0-4F059A8CECA8:5d058caf-3e33-48e2-b335-46429df41da0" contenteditable="false" style="padding-right: 0px; display: inline; padding-left: 0px; float: none; padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-top: 0px"&gt;Technorati tags: &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/math" rel="tag"&gt;math&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/kitten" rel="tag"&gt;kitten&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/school" rel="tag"&gt;school&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7225880886217013284-392094552900481829?l=terra-and-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terra-and-family.blogspot.com/feeds/392094552900481829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7225880886217013284&amp;postID=392094552900481829&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225880886217013284/posts/default/392094552900481829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225880886217013284/posts/default/392094552900481829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terra-and-family.blogspot.com/2007/05/headache-is-fixed.html' title='The headache is fixed!!!'/><author><name>Terra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225880886217013284.post-5078318022519199814</id><published>2007-05-02T13:08:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T13:08:21.234-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Cool Mothers Day thing....</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.5minutesformom.com/1477/mothers-day-giveaway/"&gt;&lt;img id="image1480" alt="mothers-day-120-pix-wide.jpg" src="http://www.5minutesformom.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/05/mothers-day-120-pix-wide.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;They are giving away things to MOTHERS!!! Yup that is right for a small link in your blog (if you have one). I entered to win a IPOD, and chocolate (together, OMG that is SO cool!) Come enter!!!! (I found it on &lt;a href="http://kidsncrittersinwyoming.blogspot.com/"&gt;Steph's&lt;/a&gt; Blog)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Sorry my math gave everyone HEADACHES! LOL &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Yes, the kitten was wild! I think it might have problems, it has been constipated a lot... We added a little extra water to her formula as the vet recommended...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;:)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div class="wlWriterSmartContent" id="0767317B-992E-4b12-91E0-4F059A8CECA8:d180b04e-787a-4db1-954c-68e4b9db286b" contenteditable="false" style="padding-right: 0px; display: inline; padding-left: 0px; float: none; padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-top: 0px"&gt;Technorati tags: &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/contest" rel="tag"&gt;contest&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/motherhood" rel="tag"&gt;motherhood&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/mothers%20day" rel="tag"&gt;mothers day&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/kitten" rel="tag"&gt;kitten&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/math" rel="tag"&gt;math&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/Steph" rel="tag"&gt;Steph&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7225880886217013284-5078318022519199814?l=terra-and-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terra-and-family.blogspot.com/feeds/5078318022519199814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7225880886217013284&amp;postID=5078318022519199814&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225880886217013284/posts/default/5078318022519199814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225880886217013284/posts/default/5078318022519199814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terra-and-family.blogspot.com/2007/05/cool-mothers-day-thing.html' title='Cool Mothers Day thing....'/><author><name>Terra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225880886217013284.post-1961988562864517577</id><published>2007-05-01T14:14:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T14:14:02.838-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Math</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I so love probabilities (NOT)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I have one more problem on this one math assignment and I am just not sure where to go;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;SO I thought I would write it out (so I don't forget about it), then come back later and see if it makes more sense to me then... Keep in mind I have done a bunch of problems that are similar to this one, without any trouble... I must be over thinking it!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The probability of a $2 winner in a particular state lottery is 1 in 10, the probability of a $5 winner is 1 in 50, the probability of a $10 winner is 1 in 500.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;a) What is the probability of getting either a $2, $5, or $10 winner? Compare the probability of getting only a $2 winner.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;b) If you buy 50 lottery tickets, what is the probability that you will get at least one $5 winner?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;c) If you buy 500 lottery tickets, what is the probability that you will get at least one $10 winner?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7225880886217013284-1961988562864517577?l=terra-and-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terra-and-family.blogspot.com/feeds/1961988562864517577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7225880886217013284&amp;postID=1961988562864517577&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225880886217013284/posts/default/1961988562864517577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225880886217013284/posts/default/1961988562864517577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terra-and-family.blogspot.com/2007/05/math.html' title='Math'/><author><name>Terra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225880886217013284.post-5101925357164752040</id><published>2007-04-29T22:36:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-04-29T22:36:21.792-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The trouble with a kitten is that when it grows up, it's always a cat. ~Ogden Nash~</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Today has been productive, I am all caught up on my homework, we are about half way done with Puppy Alcatraz, and we got a kitten. The homework is boring so I will skip that part, lets just say it is good enough to say it is done for the week. (Never mind that tomorrow is a new week!)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;For Puppy Alcatraz we dug a trench around the inside of the fence, and filled it with concrete. Now we have begun to put a lip on it (the&amp;nbsp;top of the cement actually is in the bottom of the fence. Dustin put up a new gate, so we don't have to go onto someone else's' property to get in the fence now (or the back door). If you haven't figured it out my dogs think they are moles.&amp;nbsp; Not long ago they figured out this was a means of getting out of the yard, before that they just made holes in the middle of the yard. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The kitten, poor Heaven feels so guilty. Grandma had kittens again (she has so many cats hanging around her house she is always having kittens.) Anyway, not knowing any better Heaven and a friend of hers (Alex) went and played with the kittens. Yes, the mother threw one out of the home. We waited several hours, gave up and brought the poor thing home. Heaven has learned an important lesson though. We made some emergency kitten formula, and will go get some from the vet in the morning.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Katrina had a lot of fun today, but she really wants to hold that kitten all the time. We aren't letting her very much as it is to young. Also at the moment Snickers (Heaven's dog) is cleaning it. Which is cool because we don't like messing with the butts to get them to go potty. We estimate the kitten is 2-3 weeks old. It has its eyes open, crawls but is clumsy, and so on...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Now I am going to plan Heaven's school week :)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div class="wlWriterSmartContent" id="0767317B-992E-4b12-91E0-4F059A8CECA8:82a8057f-d46d-482c-ad0f-06621d90d721" contenteditable="false" style="padding-right: 0px; display: inline; padding-left: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-top: 0px"&gt;Technorati tags: &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/Heaven" rel="tag"&gt;Heaven&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/Katrina" rel="tag"&gt;Katrina&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/kitten" rel="tag"&gt;kitten&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/dogs" rel="tag"&gt;dogs&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/puppy" rel="tag"&gt;puppy&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/college" rel="tag"&gt;college&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/fence" rel="tag"&gt;fence&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/work" rel="tag"&gt;work&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/Terra" rel="tag"&gt;Terra&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/Dustin" rel="tag"&gt;Dustin&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/life" rel="tag"&gt;life&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7225880886217013284-5101925357164752040?l=terra-and-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terra-and-family.blogspot.com/feeds/5101925357164752040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7225880886217013284&amp;postID=5101925357164752040&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225880886217013284/posts/default/5101925357164752040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225880886217013284/posts/default/5101925357164752040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terra-and-family.blogspot.com/2007/04/trouble-with-kitten-is-that-when-it.html' title='The trouble with a kitten is that when it grows up, it&amp;#39;s always a cat. ~Ogden Nash~'/><author><name>Terra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225880886217013284.post-575283367985856670</id><published>2007-04-29T00:05:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-04-29T00:05:28.259-06:00</updated><title type='text'>No Title</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Perhaps someone is wondering why I didn't title this post? Perhaps not? Either way I will answer that question. I can't think of a name for a post that doesn't say much of anything, about anything. (Perhaps I should have named it anything?)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;To get to the point, oh wait I don't have one! I didn't do much. I planned on a whole day of homework, I ended up with a whole day of visiting with friends. I didn't mind, I loved having them over! However, I didn't get anything done! It was nice :)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;That is all for today, I hope you all have a similar day in store soon...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div class="wlWriterSmartContent" id="0767317B-992E-4b12-91E0-4F059A8CECA8:21fa5bc9-7f87-40d9-abac-d86699f8b08b" contenteditable="false" style="padding-right: 0px; display: inline; padding-left: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-top: 0px"&gt;Technorati tags: &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/terra" rel="tag"&gt;terra&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/life" rel="tag"&gt;life&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7225880886217013284-575283367985856670?l=terra-and-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terra-and-family.blogspot.com/feeds/575283367985856670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7225880886217013284&amp;postID=575283367985856670&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225880886217013284/posts/default/575283367985856670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225880886217013284/posts/default/575283367985856670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terra-and-family.blogspot.com/2007/04/no-title.html' title='No Title'/><author><name>Terra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225880886217013284.post-1544152863642170300</id><published>2007-04-27T22:48:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-04-27T22:48:24.281-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweat plus sacrifice equals success. ~Charles O. Finley~</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Today has been lots of fun, NOT! I have been digging a hole around the fence, and helping fill it with concrete. The idea, to make the dogs not be able to dig under the fence. I hope after all the work and effort that it works, otherwise I am going to cry.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Jack (the puppy we are babysitting) goes back home tomorrow. He is going to miss it here, he has become really close with Karamel. He has also enjoyed our company, but he loves that Mel plays with him. :)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;We played a game of yahtzee tonight, we have dice and downloaded score cards. (We didn't have to I remember them all, but I thought it would be nice not to have to write it all out. &lt;a href="http://www.ee.udel.edu/~davis/yahtzee.pdf"&gt;Here is the link for the score cards for anyone that is interested&lt;/a&gt;. I did have to shrink it to fit, the second one didn't fit. It was fun, and the kids said they would play with me again. They thought it was some really hard game.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I made corned beef and cabbage for dinner, and yet we ate sandwiches. Oh, no I didn't burn it or anything! For the first time ever it wasn't done cooking, we waited until 9 and finally gave up. Not that the kids mind, they love corned beef but they don't have anything nice to say about cabbage. (It was a 4 pounder, and I cooked it 8 hours, normally it takes about 1 hour per pound.) Not sure what I did! *shrugs&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Anyway, I didn't get any homework done. I better try to sleep so that I can fix that in the morning. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div class="wlWriterSmartContent" id="0767317B-992E-4b12-91E0-4F059A8CECA8:f0217330-7561-4e72-b9e2-e42319b00372" contenteditable="false" style="padding-right: 0px; display: inline; padding-left: 0px; float: none; padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-top: 0px"&gt;Technorati tags: &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/fence" rel="tag"&gt;fence&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/dogs" rel="tag"&gt;dogs&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/Jack" rel="tag"&gt;Jack&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/Karamel" rel="tag"&gt;Karamel&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/Yahtzee" rel="tag"&gt;Yahtzee&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/kids" rel="tag"&gt;kids&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/dinner" rel="tag"&gt;dinner&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/life" rel="tag"&gt;life&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/motherhood" rel="tag"&gt;motherhood&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/cooking" rel="tag"&gt;cooking&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/homework" rel="tag"&gt;homework&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/college" rel="tag"&gt;college&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/Terra" rel="tag"&gt;Terra&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7225880886217013284-1544152863642170300?l=terra-and-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terra-and-family.blogspot.com/feeds/1544152863642170300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7225880886217013284&amp;postID=1544152863642170300&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225880886217013284/posts/default/1544152863642170300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225880886217013284/posts/default/1544152863642170300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terra-and-family.blogspot.com/2007/04/sweat-plus-sacrifice-equals-success.html' title='Sweat plus sacrifice equals success. ~Charles O. Finley~'/><author><name>Terra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225880886217013284.post-2611611973143679212</id><published>2007-04-26T23:55:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T23:55:16.699-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Depression is like a constipated rhino sitting on your chest. ~Rob Anderson, The Black Book~</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I have slept in for a couple of days; this has resulted in taking my meds later in the day. I have been so good for months, and now I am feeling down. I know it is just my body telling me not to forget the medication, but at the moment I just can't sleep. Oh and I feel like crying, which makes someone feel guilty when they had a great day.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I didn't do much today, just hung out with the family. All of them one on one for some time. It was a perfect day, and now I feel down... GRRR&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;To focus on the good: With Katrina I watched the Smurfs, it was really cute. The smurfs (while Papa Smurf was away of course) worked their tails off. It was really cute to see those little tails disappear, and when they got them back at the end, they wiggled their cute little butts at us. I know I used to watch that show all the time, but I don't remember any of them... LOL&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Anyway, I am going to go surf for a little while then hopefully I will be able to sleep...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div class="wlWriterSmartContent" id="0767317B-992E-4b12-91E0-4F059A8CECA8:6536a737-e39b-4035-ba30-f08345d4964c" contenteditable="false" style="padding-right: 0px; display: inline; padding-left: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-top: 0px"&gt;Technorati tags: &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/depression" rel="tag"&gt;depression&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/Terra" rel="tag"&gt;Terra&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/life" rel="tag"&gt;life&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/family" rel="tag"&gt;family&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/motherhood" rel="tag"&gt;motherhood&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/Katrina" rel="tag"&gt;Katrina&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/smurfs" rel="tag"&gt;smurfs&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7225880886217013284-2611611973143679212?l=terra-and-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terra-and-family.blogspot.com/feeds/2611611973143679212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7225880886217013284&amp;postID=2611611973143679212&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225880886217013284/posts/default/2611611973143679212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225880886217013284/posts/default/2611611973143679212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terra-and-family.blogspot.com/2007/04/depression-is-like-constipated-rhino.html' title='Depression is like a constipated rhino sitting on your chest. ~Rob Anderson, The Black Book~'/><author><name>Terra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225880886217013284.post-1452355448540632783</id><published>2007-04-24T19:52:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T19:52:56.763-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy Dayz</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;div class="wlWriterSmartContent" id="0767317B-992E-4b12-91E0-4F059A8CECA8:7f783ccf-e1d8-439d-8687-e212144ebaec" contenteditable="false" style="padding-right: 0px; display: inline; padding-left: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-top: 0px"&gt;Technorati tags: &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/Terra" rel="tag"&gt;Terra&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/life" rel="tag"&gt;life&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/car%20accident" rel="tag"&gt;car accident&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/dentist" rel="tag"&gt;dentist&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I have had an interesting day. I had a dentist appointment, and they pulled my baby tooth today. It amazes me how sore my poor jaw is. Then Dustin went in for a fitting for his teeth, and on the way there a lady tried to run us off the road. We missed her "barely" and the guard rail "barely". It was scary though, screaming tires, breaking, then gunning the gas. On the way back the tire marks on the road showed not to much room between us and that rail. She was completely on the wrong side of the road.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The good part: I am always nagging Dust to wear his seatbelt. After the near miss he immediately put that belt on. Of course he wished Heaven was there, he is always trying to explain it isn't just the driver but everyone on the road (that you have to worry about.) I am glad she wasn't there she would have freaked!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Anyway, the adrenaline kicked my rear so I am heading to bed.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7225880886217013284-1452355448540632783?l=terra-and-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terra-and-family.blogspot.com/feeds/1452355448540632783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7225880886217013284&amp;postID=1452355448540632783&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225880886217013284/posts/default/1452355448540632783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225880886217013284/posts/default/1452355448540632783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terra-and-family.blogspot.com/2007/04/crazy-dayz.html' title='Crazy Dayz'/><author><name>Terra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225880886217013284.post-8127260855801039730</id><published>2007-04-23T22:19:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T22:19:40.721-06:00</updated><title type='text'>School... The Ex</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Why do my professors all seem to want to know if things I have read have surprised me? I am a 30 year old woman, not to much surprises me anymore. I wonder what kind of response I would get if I said that...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Heaven's wonderful father didn't pay the $10 bill for&amp;nbsp; her x-rays. (Was $20, I paid my half.) It&amp;nbsp;is getting&amp;nbsp;really old, what is the point of giving him the bills, if he doesn't then pay them? I pay half, he pays half that is the name of the game. Granted I haven't made him do this before, but he was always supposed to. I will send them certified mail, and then take him to court for them if I have to. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;He can afford it, I can't... Grrr &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I know it isn't his fault I am going to school, but in the long run it will help him out too. When I have a larger income his percentage of her upkeep will go down. Therefore, me going to school will make his child support less. Also they impute my last wages, therefore, my percentage is based on money I don't even get. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I know I said I wasn't going to talk about that, but I can't help it. I just got the "it hasn't been paid bill" today, and I am feeling a little disgruntled.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div class="wlWriterSmartContent" id="0767317B-992E-4b12-91E0-4F059A8CECA8:9bbec534-a98e-487e-9955-867db0278e42" contenteditable="false" style="padding-right: 0px; display: inline; padding-left: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-top: 0px"&gt;Technorati tags: &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/school" rel="tag"&gt;school&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/life" rel="tag"&gt;life&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/the%20ex" rel="tag"&gt;the ex&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/bills" rel="tag"&gt;bills&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/Heaven" rel="tag"&gt;Heaven&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/Terra" rel="tag"&gt;Terra&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7225880886217013284-8127260855801039730?l=terra-and-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terra-and-family.blogspot.com/feeds/8127260855801039730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7225880886217013284&amp;postID=8127260855801039730&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225880886217013284/posts/default/8127260855801039730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225880886217013284/posts/default/8127260855801039730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terra-and-family.blogspot.com/2007/04/school-ex.html' title='School... 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Beef soup, just needs to be warmed up... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7225880886217013284-8079368378902545889?l=terra-and-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terra-and-family.blogspot.com/feeds/8079368378902545889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7225880886217013284&amp;postID=8079368378902545889&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225880886217013284/posts/default/8079368378902545889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225880886217013284/posts/default/8079368378902545889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terra-and-family.blogspot.com/2007/04/going-to-get-kid.html' title='Going to Get the Kid'/><author><name>Terra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225880886217013284.post-1889029777146379047</id><published>2007-04-22T04:00:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T04:00:26.489-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Child Support??</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I am not sure what to think, I really am not that mean. I try and I get upset and holler and stuff like that. However, when it really comes down to it I am a softy... &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I was talking to a friend of mine, Jamie, and explaining to her that I was waiting for a hearing for child support. We went for the original "meeting" in January. She says her sister in law just did the same thing. They upped the child support, several months later they went to court. The court ruled in favor of the new amount, retroactively. SO this poor guy now has arrears, because of this.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I got my papers yesterday. Our hearing will be in January (yes a year later.) Should I warn him that they did this retroactive thing to that guy? That is totally not right. Don't get me wrong, I like that I get the child support. I do believe he should help out (although I would like it better if he did it because he wanted to.) &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I guess I am just not sure... I will have to think about this some more...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bloggingchicks.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i129.photobucket.com/albums/p224/michelercb/10gh2qv.gif" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7225880886217013284-1889029777146379047?l=terra-and-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terra-and-family.blogspot.com/feeds/1889029777146379047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7225880886217013284&amp;postID=1889029777146379047&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225880886217013284/posts/default/1889029777146379047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225880886217013284/posts/default/1889029777146379047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terra-and-family.blogspot.com/2007/04/child-support.html' title='Child Support??'/><author><name>Terra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225880886217013284.post-5271356923193219741</id><published>2007-04-22T01:08:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T01:08:43.683-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't really get to this blog, but I can now post to it anyway...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;SO, I am going to see if something works, but it most likely won't!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;script src="http://widgets.technorati.com/t.js" type="text/javascript"&gt; &lt;/script&gt; &lt;a class="tr_tagcloud_t_js" style="color: #4261df" href="http://technorati.com/blogs/{http://terrasears.wordpress.com/}?sub=tr_tagcloud_t_ns"&gt;View blog top tags&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7225880886217013284-5271356923193219741?l=terra-and-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terra-and-family.blogspot.com/feeds/5271356923193219741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7225880886217013284&amp;postID=5271356923193219741&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225880886217013284/posts/default/5271356923193219741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225880886217013284/posts/default/5271356923193219741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terra-and-family.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-can-really-get-to-this-blog-but-i-can.html' title='I can&amp;#39;t really get to this blog, but I can now post to it anyway...'/><author><name>Terra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225880886217013284.post-6546999884627693839</id><published>2007-01-27T00:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T00:32:00.691-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thursday Thirteen'/><title type='text'>Thursday Thirteen #8</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" align="center" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bgcolor="#3aa2de"&gt;&lt;img src="http://justthegirlnextdoor.net/blog/thursdaythirteen/thursdaythirteenblue2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="BACKGROUND: #3aa2de; TEXT-ALIGN: left" align="left"&gt;&lt;center&gt;Thirteen Random Things&lt;/center&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have been sick for almost 2 weeks now, it is horrible.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Heaven's feelings are hurt about loosing her room at her dad's house, she asked me why he hates her... AWWW, my poor baby, and yes I did tell her he doesn't hate her...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nina looked so cute for her sleep over (at school) today, to bad she thought it was boring...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;How did the people in my CJ class get that I didn't know what statutes of limitation were, based on the fact that I said IDEALLY people would be treated the same in the justice system...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;How could I misplace my ipod and where the heck is it at???&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I think my daughter is telling people that I am going to be an "animal cop"... AWWW, thanks Heav&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dear Professors, a 3 credit class means it should only take me 3 hours outside of class to do your homework, not 6...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I HATE dishes, I wish it wasn't bad for the enviroment BECAUSE I totally would only use paper plates if I could!!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love my dogs, I love dogs (I love animals but dogs are my passion), I wish I could make a living by having a shelter...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;One of my biggest pet peeves is when people think that a pit bull is a breed of dog, a pit bull is a negative way to describe mixed dogs with specific characteristics...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Min Pins, are not related to dobies, they are NOT mini dobies...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;95% of people who breed their dogs are part of the problem not the soloution, and they don't see the relationship between the number of dogs that are put to sleep each year with their breeding.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I slept for 14 hours today, if that isn't REALLY sick, I don't know what is... If I am not better by Monday I am going to the doctor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script src="http://www.blenza.com/linkies/autolink.php?owner=terrasears&amp;postid=27Jan2007&amp;amp;meme=tt" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://thursdaythirteen.com"&gt;Get the Thursday Thirteen code here!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The purpose of the meme is to get to know everyone who participates a little bit better every Thursday. Visiting fellow Thirteeners is encouraged! If you participate, leave the link to your Thirteen in others comments. It’s easy, and fun! Be sure to update your Thirteen with links that are left for you, as well! I will link to everyone who participates and leaves a link to their 13 things. Trackbacks, pings, comment links accepted!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/thursday+thirteen" rel="tag"&gt;View More Thursday Thirteen Participants&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7225880886217013284-6546999884627693839?l=terra-and-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terra-and-family.blogspot.com/feeds/6546999884627693839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7225880886217013284&amp;postID=6546999884627693839&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225880886217013284/posts/default/6546999884627693839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225880886217013284/posts/default/6546999884627693839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terra-and-family.blogspot.com/2007/01/thursday-thirteen-8.html' title='Thursday Thirteen #8'/><author><name>Terra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225880886217013284.post-5145514086564915529</id><published>2007-01-19T00:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-01-19T01:20:00.390-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thursday Thirteen'/><title type='text'>Thursday Thirteen #7</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" align="center" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bgcolor="#00e708"&gt;Thursday Thirteen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="BACKGROUND: #de7008; TEXT-ALIGN: left" align="left"&gt;&lt;center&gt;Thirteen Things about &lt;strong&gt;why Terra loves and hates American Idol with some random thoughts about the show too. Including MY ideas of what someone should do before going to the auditions...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;The show wants people who are "different", that doesn't mean you should go and try out, if you sound SO different that you can't carry a tune!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Simon makes me laugh, and his cultural differences make him sound mean when in fact he is being honest. Although, I would like to say that when a child is the "butt" of his "jokes", they aren't funny- perhaps we should be quiet with our opinions when a child is in the room? &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love Paula and Randy BUT they are being just as mean as they think Simon is when they are "ganging up" on Simon.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I can't sing, Thank you friends all over for letting me know this fact, so that I am not one of the people trying to do so and sucking on national &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;TV&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Before going on the show, sing to a tape recorder and listen to what you sound like.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ask someone who doesn't like you that well what they think of your singing.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Notice if you just aren't attractive to look at (hey, I am not TV quality myself, and know it), you most likely are not going to stay on the show even if you make it past the first round.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If you have a child that wants to try out, even if they are good DON'T LET THEM! Be a good parent, keep them away from the critics until they are older!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;This show is MORE about making people look bad than, making people look good... I hate that I like this show!!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Last year was the first time I watched the season... I couldn't stand the mean parts, and tried to stay away, and I am ashamed I couldn't stay away...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love that I say the same things as Simon most of the time, before he has a chance to! Although, I couldn't be that mean if I was in the same room with the people. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am tone deaf, can't hear myself (right anyway- to my ears I sound lovely)--- I can still tell most of these people can't sing!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Last but not least--- Can't wait to see it next week --- yes I know it is terrible!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script src="http://www.blenza.com/linkies/autolink.php?owner=terrasears&amp;postid=19Jan2007&amp;amp;meme=tt" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://thursdaythirteen.com/"&gt;Get the Thursday Thirteen code here!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The purpose of the meme is to get to know everyone who participates a little bit better every Thursday. Visiting fellow &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Thirteeners&lt;/span&gt; is encouraged! If you participate, leave the link to your Thirteen in others comments. It’s easy, and fun! Be sure to update your Thirteen with links that are left for you, as well! I will link to everyone who participates and leaves a link to their 13 things. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Trackbacks&lt;/span&gt;, pings, comment links accepted!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/thursday+thirteen" rel="tag"&gt;View More Thursday Thirteen Participants&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7225880886217013284-5145514086564915529?l=terra-and-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terra-and-family.blogspot.com/feeds/5145514086564915529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7225880886217013284&amp;postID=5145514086564915529&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225880886217013284/posts/default/5145514086564915529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225880886217013284/posts/default/5145514086564915529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terra-and-family.blogspot.com/2007/01/thursday-thirteen-7.html' title='Thursday Thirteen #7'/><author><name>Terra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225880886217013284.post-5545670820667124724</id><published>2007-01-13T01:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T01:40:33.936-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thursday Thirteen'/><title type='text'>Thursday Thirteen #6</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" align="center" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bgcolor="#fa9ec5"&gt;&lt;img src="http://justthegirlnextdoor.net/blog/thursdaythirteen/thursdaythirteenpinkhearts.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="BACKGROUND: #fa9ec5; TEXT-ALIGN: left" align="left"&gt;&lt;center&gt;Thirteen Things about &lt;strong&gt;Terra... Why this is late...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;My head hurts&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My belly hurts&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My nose runs&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My ears ache&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My sleeping is off&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am grumpy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I didn't know what to write about&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I was worried about Heaven&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I was way behind on the house cleaning&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I had to get everything ready to go back to school&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I changed my pc parental controls&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My four legged baby (Karamel) has been really demanding because it has been to cold to take her for a walk, and I haven't felt good&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;All in all, I just don't feel good and I have been busy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Links to other Thursday Thirteens!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. (leave your link in comments, I’ll add you here!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://thursdaythirteen.com"&gt;Get the Thursday Thirteen code here!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The purpose of the meme is to get to know everyone who participates a little bit better every Thursday. Visiting fellow Thirteeners is encouraged! If you participate, leave the link to your Thirteen in others comments. It’s easy, and fun! Be sure to update your Thirteen with links that are left for you, as well! I will link to everyone who participates and leaves a link to their 13 things. Trackbacks, pings, comment links accepted!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/thursday+thirteen" rel="tag"&gt;View More Thursday Thirteen Participants&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7225880886217013284-5545670820667124724?l=terra-and-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terra-and-family.blogspot.com/feeds/5545670820667124724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7225880886217013284&amp;postID=5545670820667124724&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225880886217013284/posts/default/5545670820667124724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225880886217013284/posts/default/5545670820667124724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terra-and-family.blogspot.com/2007/01/thursday-thirteen.html' title='Thursday Thirteen #6'/><author><name>Terra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225880886217013284.post-2111880388730966505</id><published>2007-01-10T22:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T22:41:00.464-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe it is a virus...</title><content type='html'>Now I am sick. Not "that" bad, just feeling icky and lazy. I didn't do the dishes today at all! I can't believe how many dishes my family dirties in one day! OMG, they need to be retrained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, throat is on fire, coughing, runny "hurting" nose, mild stomach discomfort, and stiff back... That is why the lack of posts this week...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7225880886217013284-2111880388730966505?l=terra-and-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terra-and-family.blogspot.com/feeds/2111880388730966505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7225880886217013284&amp;postID=2111880388730966505&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225880886217013284/posts/default/2111880388730966505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225880886217013284/posts/default/2111880388730966505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terra-and-family.blogspot.com/2007/01/maybe-it-is-virus.html' title='Maybe it is a virus...'/><author><name>Terra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225880886217013284.post-4044703060976673980</id><published>2007-01-08T12:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T12:12:05.225-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Heaven'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dream'/><title type='text'>Animal Planet Dreams, and Heaven Update</title><content type='html'>I had a weird dream, Frosty had babies... Not only did he have the babies, but the babies were mice... I am now wondering if I should sleep to the Animal Planet channel???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heaven had a little fluid around her appendix, which could be caused from an ovarian cyst. However, they didn't think she could have that problem since she is on birth control pills. She is on birth control pills to help with a VERY heavy period, which runs in my family. Also runs in my family, ovarian cysts even when on the birth control pills. SOOO, this is a very high possibility. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doctor says, we should wait and see if as the fluid gets absorbed back into the body if she feels better. If not we are supposed to call, and let them know so they can do more tests, or send her to a specialist. Evidently there are so many possible causes of stomach pain, they are just not sure which direct to head from here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7225880886217013284-4044703060976673980?l=terra-and-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terra-and-family.blogspot.com/feeds/4044703060976673980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7225880886217013284&amp;postID=4044703060976673980&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225880886217013284/posts/default/4044703060976673980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225880886217013284/posts/default/4044703060976673980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terra-and-family.blogspot.com/2007/01/animal-planet-dreams-and-heaven-update.html' title='Animal Planet Dreams, and Heaven Update'/><author><name>Terra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225880886217013284.post-8787232331542765430</id><published>2007-01-08T09:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T09:14:11.269-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Heaven'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Still don't know what is wrong with Heaven, but it isn't meningitis. I made her go back to school today, even though she is still having stomach problems. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't get to go back to school until the 16th, and I am going nuts! You can only do so much house cleaning!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7225880886217013284-8787232331542765430?l=terra-and-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terra-and-family.blogspot.com/feeds/8787232331542765430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7225880886217013284&amp;postID=8787232331542765430&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225880886217013284/posts/default/8787232331542765430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225880886217013284/posts/default/8787232331542765430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terra-and-family.blogspot.com/2007/01/still-dont-know-what-is-wrong-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Terra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225880886217013284.post-7223282035374715009</id><published>2007-01-05T08:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T08:58:39.669-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tara'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Heaven'/><title type='text'>I am a crybaby!!!</title><content type='html'>Heaven has been sick for the last couple of weeks. Stomach ache, a small rash on her face (or dry skin?), night time fevers, cramping, off and on again diarrhea, and vomiting. She hasn't been to school all week. I took her to the doctor, but fully expected them to tell me it was some virus or another (as that seems to be the standard answer as of late.) They did blood work (to check white blood cell count and pregnancy- no not possible but you can't tell them that), and a cat scan of her abdomen (to rule out problems with her appendix), and then they were going to go from there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well yesterday, (night as I didn't check my mail until the evening as I wanted to be home to hear results from the tests) I get notification from her school that she has been exposed to meningitis. (On a side note I felt dumb as I didn't recognize the word, when I read it. Of course they also had some other words I have never heard of attached to it, but still felt like an idiot.) Well the symptoms that are expressed in the note are the same as the ones that Heaven has. So I decide it is a possibility. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heaven says she is going to text message her bio dad, and I tell her no I better just call for this one. I explain to Tara (her step mom) what is going on, and that I don't think Heaven should go up there this weekend, after all she has two little ones in the house. She said "thank you." to the call and it makes me bawl like a baby! She appreciated it, and I felt so happy about that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, no she doesn't have the classic symptoms (sore neck and such). However, from what I researched on the net last night it is still possible as much of the time kids don't exhibit the same symptoms as adults. I still don't think it is what is wrong but feel it is important to rule it out, SO she has an appointment later to make sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh the only news is her white blood cell count (that isn't the standard one? he said it is the one that is normally up with allergies?) is a 6 and should be a 3, and she isn't pregnant. The cat scan had no results as of yesterday (hopefully we will hear something today).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7225880886217013284-7223282035374715009?l=terra-and-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terra-and-family.blogspot.com/feeds/7223282035374715009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7225880886217013284&amp;postID=7223282035374715009&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225880886217013284/posts/default/7223282035374715009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225880886217013284/posts/default/7223282035374715009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terra-and-family.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-am-crybaby.html' title='I am a crybaby!!!'/><author><name>Terra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225880886217013284.post-9074799553813118010</id><published>2007-01-04T22:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T22:38:07.952-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thursday Thirteen'/><title type='text'>Thursday Thirteen #5</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" align="center" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bgcolor="#c7e3f3"&gt;&lt;img src="http://intricateart.com/blog/thursdaythirteenblue.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="BACKGROUND: #c7e3f3; TEXT-ALIGN: left" align="left"&gt;&lt;center&gt;Thirteen Things about &lt;strong&gt;Terra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;These are things I plan on doing this year!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Quit smoking...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2. Walk the dogs at least 5 days a week with 7 being the best...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3. Make a family fun night and do it...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4. Make the kids do their chores... and punish when they don't...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;5. Make at least a 3.5 in school...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;6. Listen to more music, and relax...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;7. Come up with a system for keeping the house under control, even when I am ill...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;8. Keep up with my blogs, as they keep me feeling UP even when I am DOWN...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;9. Reduce the "stuff" we all have...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;10. Take more pictures...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;11. Focus more on the good then the bad...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;12. Find some "me time"...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;13. Encourage Dust to have "him time"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script src="http://www.blenza.com/linkies/autolink.php?owner=terrasears&amp;postid=04Jan2007&amp;amp;meme=tt" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://thursdaythirteen.com"&gt;Get the Thursday Thirteen code here!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The purpose of the meme is to get to know everyone who participates a little bit better every Thursday. Visiting fellow Thirteeners is encouraged! If you participate, leave the link to your Thirteen in others comments. It’s easy, and fun! Be sure to update your Thirteen with links that are left for you, as well! I will link to everyone who participates and leaves a link to their 13 things. Trackbacks, pings, comment links accepted!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/thursday+thirteen" rel="tag"&gt;View More Thursday Thirteen Participants&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7225880886217013284-9074799553813118010?l=terra-and-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terra-and-family.blogspot.com/feeds/9074799553813118010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7225880886217013284&amp;postID=9074799553813118010&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225880886217013284/posts/default/9074799553813118010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225880886217013284/posts/default/9074799553813118010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terra-and-family.blogspot.com/2007/01/thursday-thirteen-5.html' title='Thursday Thirteen #5'/><author><name>Terra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225880886217013284.post-3334444722854254648</id><published>2007-01-03T23:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T23:39:50.881-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Heaven'/><title type='text'>Heaven Drama</title><content type='html'>Some more Heaven drama going on, and I am not sure what my best move is. I will have to start at the beginning which is about a week ago (the day we went to my Aunt Nicky's house-- the -- looking at appointment book-- 28th). On the way to town (my aunt lives about 45 minutes out in the country- no cell service out there) Heaven gets a text message from her friend Layne saying she hates her. Well later we find out someone called Layne's mother and left a message saying they were from the early motherhood clinic (or some such thing). Well it caused this great big blow up. I minded my own business as I think Heaven should take care of her own problems as much as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well Heaven told Layne that her other friend Brittany made the call, as Brittany tried to blame it on Heaven. Heaven said that Brittany told her via MSN that she was going to make the call. Then she asks me to call Layne's mother and talk to her, as she is innocent. I resolve to do this, although at the time I wasn't sure what I was going to say. After all it was a he said she said thing (even if they are all she's.) Well come to find out the call happened during the time we were at my Aunt Nicky's so I was able to REALLY say Heaven didn't do it, as she couldn't have. Although, I talked to Layne rather than her mother as her mother wasn't home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking it is over I then let it go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of nights later, Heaven is crying and upset. Come to find out, Brittany on MSN tells Heaven that I have a terrible reputation and I am a slut (yup, me with my baggy blue jeans, huge sweaters, always smelling like a dog, and shy to the point most people think I am stuck up). Anyway, silly argument but I laughed and told Heaven that it didn't bother me and it shouldn't bother her either. (After all I know how I am, someone calling me a slut at 16 might have hurt me as it was at least partially true- at 30 the idea is laughable!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Brittany starts calling and hanging up the phone. So I call to tell her to stop (at midnight, 5 minutes after the last hang up), her mother answers. She gets nasty and says "I don't appreciate being called at this hour." (I agree with the sentiment!) So I explain I don't blame her and that her daughter has been calling my house and hanging up, she denies and I say well it is right here on my caller ID. Not sure what happened then, but I think we were both a little nasty at the end. Something was said about I will take care of mine said by both of us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that night this all started bugging me, and since I record EVERYTHING Heaven types on the pc (email, IM's, web sites visited, ect), I decided to check out her story. (I love my daughter, but she is 13, and we can all be naughty at that age.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her story checks, Brittany DID say she was going to make that call, and did call me names and all that. However, my daughter wasn't innocent she gave Brittany the phone number to call Layne. (SIGH, but she still isn't the one who MADE the call.) I hope she learned her lesson, and I don't think she thought the call would be made (she sounded like she thought it was a joke on MSN, but that it wasn't going to go beyond that. Brittany and Layne don't like each other.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So while my daughter DID neglect to tell me about the phone number, she didn't lie to me... I let it go, figuring it was teenaged crap that would blow over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We haven't been home ALL day (we took the dogs to the vet and Heaven to the DR- she had her appendix checked out, blood drawn and so on- we were there for over 6 hours- there being the DR's office and the hospital.) She gets home to an email from a boy named Austin... (Who happens to be Brittany's cousin.) That say's he read her email and there was no reason to be mean to Brittany. (There is NO email).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I get a call from Austin's father, he tells me that Heaven has been sending Austin pornography, and says if it doesn't stop he is going to call social services. (I know and like his father so this REALLY bugs me.) I have been through everything (hours of work) that has passed between the two of them for the last 4 months with NOTHING like that. There are a few curse words back and forth, a few fights and so on, but NOTHING like that. I read all the emails and all the MSN messages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing of interest is I didn't know that Brittany and Austin were related until I read it close (normally I skim them for naughty stuff once a week), and 5 minutes before Austin's dad called was when they got our home phone number. The message said he (Austin) wanted to explain to Heaven what the email was about (the one that Heaven was being mean to Brittany).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now Austin has been put on the "you can't talk to" list along with Brittany.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alls I have to say, is I know these other people aren't reading what their kids are writing! Brittany is regularly talking about having an 18 year old boy (who she loves) over, and she is thinking of having sex with him. Austin hasn't said anything like that, he mostly just tries to get Heaven to go out with him. One girl regularly says she wants to commit suicide as the boy she likes doesn't like her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I let it go? or is it up to me to let them know what is REALLY going on? Perhaps I should tell them HOW to monitor their own kids? I am tired of this drama being dropped at my door, when these people don't have a CLUE on what is really going on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Mom who monitors her child on the PC for her protection!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7225880886217013284-3334444722854254648?l=terra-and-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terra-and-family.blogspot.com/feeds/3334444722854254648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7225880886217013284&amp;postID=3334444722854254648&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225880886217013284/posts/default/3334444722854254648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225880886217013284/posts/default/3334444722854254648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terra-and-family.blogspot.com/2007/01/heaven-drama.html' title='Heaven Drama'/><author><name>Terra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225880886217013284.post-2612558605281303958</id><published>2007-01-02T02:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T02:38:11.727-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Space</title><content type='html'>Does everyone have a myspace page? It seems that I find more and more people that I know. Of course I don't update the page often, but it was cool to see my sister and stuff!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7225880886217013284-2612558605281303958?l=terra-and-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terra-and-family.blogspot.com/feeds/2612558605281303958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7225880886217013284&amp;postID=2612558605281303958&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225880886217013284/posts/default/2612558605281303958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225880886217013284/posts/default/2612558605281303958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terra-and-family.blogspot.com/2007/01/my-space.html' title='My Space'/><author><name>Terra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225880886217013284.post-1210553516330150087</id><published>2007-01-01T21:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T22:08:23.187-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dogs'/><title type='text'>Happy New Years</title><content type='html'>I am looking for pit bull rescue groups! Any links would be great, anything around Wyoming would be even greater!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks and I will update as soon as I find a home for this pit bull girl!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7225880886217013284-1210553516330150087?l=terra-and-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terra-and-family.blogspot.com/feeds/1210553516330150087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7225880886217013284&amp;postID=1210553516330150087&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225880886217013284/posts/default/1210553516330150087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225880886217013284/posts/default/1210553516330150087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terra-and-family.blogspot.com/2007/01/happy-new-years.html' title='Happy New Years'/><author><name>Terra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225880886217013284.post-3719454507712799114</id><published>2006-12-30T02:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-30T02:25:56.335-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dogs'/><title type='text'>Sad day</title><content type='html'>I had a sad day, I don't want to write about it again, at the bottom of this blog is my other blog... You can see it there if you want to, but warning GRAPHIC pictures of puppy abuse...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7225880886217013284-3719454507712799114?l=terra-and-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terra-and-family.blogspot.com/feeds/3719454507712799114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7225880886217013284&amp;postID=3719454507712799114&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225880886217013284/posts/default/3719454507712799114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225880886217013284/posts/default/3719454507712799114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terra-and-family.blogspot.com/2006/12/sad-day.html' title='Sad day'/><author><name>Terra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225880886217013284.post-7129385038318314644</id><published>2006-12-28T23:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-28T23:58:13.016-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thursday Thirteen'/><title type='text'>Thursday Thirteen #4</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" align="center" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;img src="http://intricateart.com/blog/thursdaythirteen300.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="BACKGROUND: #ffffff; TEXT-ALIGN: left" align="left"&gt;&lt;center&gt;Thirteen Things about &lt;strong&gt;Terra&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am going to do 13 things I am allergic to.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Penicillin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;2. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Erythamiacin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;3. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Amoxicillin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;4. Sulfa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;5. Grass&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;6. Dust&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;7. Perfumed Soaps&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;8. Some Smelly Candles&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;9. Some Incense&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;10. Long Haired Cats&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;11. Almost Anything Avon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;12. Flowers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;13. WORK  :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Links to other Thursday Thirteens!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://www.blenza.com/linkies/autolink.php?owner=terrasears&amp;postid=29Dec2006&amp;meme=tt"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://thursdaythirteen.com/"&gt;Get the Thursday Thirteen code here!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The purpose of the meme is to get to know everyone who participates a little bit better every Thursday. Visiting fellow &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Thirteeners&lt;/span&gt; is encouraged! If you participate, leave the link to your Thirteen in others comments. It’s easy, and fun! Be sure to update your Thirteen with links that are left for you, as well! I will link to everyone who participates and leaves a link to their 13 things. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Trackbacks&lt;/span&gt;, pings, comment links accepted!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/thursday+thirteen" rel="tag"&gt;View More Thursday Thirteen Participants&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7225880886217013284-7129385038318314644?l=terra-and-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terra-and-family.blogspot.com/feeds/7129385038318314644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7225880886217013284&amp;postID=7129385038318314644&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225880886217013284/posts/default/7129385038318314644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225880886217013284/posts/default/7129385038318314644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terra-and-family.blogspot.com/2006/12/thursday-thirteen_28.html' title='Thursday Thirteen #4'/><author><name>Terra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225880886217013284.post-6534304503858522939</id><published>2006-12-26T21:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-26T21:14:32.725-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Heaven'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nina'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I want to go and see this! SO BEAUTIFUL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_NRddcjQYa7k/RZHy0qDmfnI/AAAAAAAAAF0/36ms5ZaQGIY/s1600-h/ecuw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013054846696586866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_NRddcjQYa7k/RZHy0qDmfnI/AAAAAAAAAF0/36ms5ZaQGIY/s400/ecuw.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today has been a nice day. I have spent most of it doing laundry, some dishes and some cooking. Heaven and I are doing well again, she "forgave me." However, I really hope they (Heaven and Katrina) go to sleep soon, they are so grumpy and tired!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/7225880886217013284-6534304503858522939?l=terra-and-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terra-and-family.blogspot.com/feeds/6534304503858522939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7225880886217013284&amp;postID=6534304503858522939&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225880886217013284/posts/default/6534304503858522939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225880886217013284/posts/default/6534304503858522939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terra-and-family.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-want-to-go-and-see-this-so-beautiful.html' title=''/><author><name>Terra</name><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://bp3.blogger.com/_NRddcjQYa7k/RZHy0qDmfnI/AAAAAAAAAF0/36ms5ZaQGIY/s72-c/ecuw.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225880886217013284.post-4175701473366119379</id><published>2006-12-26T00:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-26T00:03:46.255-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Heaven'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nina'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>A Wonderful Christmas</title><content type='html'>Today has been a perfect day. I went and picked Heaven up at her dads, we got home BEFORE Katrina woke up! They were both really polite, and received their gifts from all really well. That is SO important to me, I believe the thought is more important than the gift. I know lots of people say that but I really mean it. Heaven was given some clothes that are "not her style" and she took it like a lady, was so sweet and polite. Katrina was given some old fashioned dolls, she was less than impressed but you wouldn't have guessed it while we were with the family. That is SO wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were also overjoyed at giving, which I also loved. My favorite gift, was from Katrina... I have been looking for my gloves for a month, I opened a package with them in it from Katrina today... I had to laugh, I told her thank you. She said, "I ran out of things to give you, and wanted to give you more." Both of the girls made their father and I some homemade gifts as well, which I love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heaven received 2 iPods, so she gave me one! I am listening to it right now, and I love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner was great, the family was great, it was just an awesome day.           :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope everyone else had as good of a day as we did...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7225880886217013284-4175701473366119379?l=terra-and-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terra-and-family.blogspot.com/feeds/4175701473366119379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7225880886217013284&amp;postID=4175701473366119379&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225880886217013284/posts/default/4175701473366119379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225880886217013284/posts/default/4175701473366119379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terra-and-family.blogspot.com/2006/12/wonderful-christmas.html' title='A Wonderful Christmas'/><author><name>Terra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225880886217013284.post-2318772331860119716</id><published>2006-12-25T00:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-25T00:52:31.492-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_NRddcjQYa7k/RY-DBqDmfmI/AAAAAAAAAFo/qegUMU7nDwE/s1600-h/mayholidaysmagical.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012368974779154018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_NRddcjQYa7k/RY-DBqDmfmI/AAAAAAAAAFo/qegUMU7nDwE/s400/mayholidaysmagical.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Season Greetings!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;Have a safe and happy holiday! See you soon to update on how the holiday went!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7225880886217013284-2318772331860119716?l=terra-and-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terra-and-family.blogspot.com/feeds/2318772331860119716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7225880886217013284&amp;postID=2318772331860119716&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225880886217013284/posts/default/2318772331860119716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225880886217013284/posts/default/2318772331860119716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terra-and-family.blogspot.com/2006/12/season-greetings-have-safe-and-happy.html' title=''/><author><name>Terra</name><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://bp1.blogger.com/_NRddcjQYa7k/RY-DBqDmfmI/AAAAAAAAAFo/qegUMU7nDwE/s72-c/mayholidaysmagical.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225880886217013284.post-4957025488721577953</id><published>2006-12-23T18:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-23T18:51:29.941-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Heaven'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Steph'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dustin'/><title type='text'>Thanks All... But mostly Steph</title><content type='html'>Best friend &lt;a href="http://kidsncrittersinwyoming.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Steph&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and "hubby" (not really but lived with him for many years so the term is relative for me), both have been so supportive with this stuff with Heaven. I want to take a minute to say &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;thank you&lt;/span&gt;. I find it odd, as they don't really get along, but both of them said the same things. I feel that I have reason to be upset, which helps a lot, as growing up if I got upset, many times I was made to feel that I was silly for whatever the problem was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try to be the best parent I can, I do screw up (hey, I didn't get the instruction manual.) However, I do my best and I do think that counts for something. Thank you both for helping me feel that way. I hope it is as you both say, and some day she does &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;appreciate&lt;/span&gt; what has been done for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I am amazed that you both think that I should talk to Chad. The reason I didn't is because it wouldn't make a difference, other than to upset Heaven more. He still lies and says I wouldn't let him see her when she was little, and other things that are similar. He would just make her feel small, and guilty. That is what he does all the time to her, I wouldn't expect this one to be any different. Therefore, I believe it would hurt Heaven instead of help her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7225880886217013284-4957025488721577953?l=terra-and-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terra-and-family.blogspot.com/feeds/4957025488721577953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7225880886217013284&amp;postID=4957025488721577953&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225880886217013284/posts/default/4957025488721577953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225880886217013284/posts/default/4957025488721577953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terra-and-family.blogspot.com/2006/12/thanks-all-but-mostly-steph.html' title='Thanks All... But mostly Steph'/><author><name>Terra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225880886217013284.post-4753047449721068574</id><published>2006-12-22T23:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T23:48:02.613-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Heaven'/><title type='text'>So sad</title><content type='html'>I can't stop crying, I feel as if I lost my best friend. Heaven is mad at me, she knows I talked to Dust about the drinking. She says she hates me and will never trust me again. I hope this blows over! I don't know what I will do if it doesn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know there are a lot of parents who don't think that being friends with their children is a good thing. For the first time, I can feel why they feel that way. I have to be a mom in this case, I couldn't just be the friend. I wanted to be, but I couldn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my baby, and at the risk of pissing her off, I have to do what I think is right. I just have to, and sometimes that includes getting other peoples thoughts, so that I feel more confident in my choices. I get scared for her, I love her. I don't want the bad things that I have gone through to be things that she goes through.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7225880886217013284-4753047449721068574?l=terra-and-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terra-and-family.blogspot.com/feeds/4753047449721068574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7225880886217013284&amp;postID=4753047449721068574&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225880886217013284/posts/default/4753047449721068574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225880886217013284/posts/default/4753047449721068574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terra-and-family.blogspot.com/2006/12/so-sad.html' title='So sad'/><author><name>Terra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225880886217013284.post-6181798862053586927</id><published>2006-12-21T23:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-21T23:21:58.406-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogger'/><title type='text'>Blogger</title><content type='html'>I had a terrible time, I wanted to make my blog pretty with a template I found. However, I did it and then didn't know what to do with it as I haven't had one of these long enough to know how to do it before beta. I had it up, but then I didn't know how to add all the lists, pictures and so on that I have on here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really wish I knew how to convert it! I just might have to research it, but it would be more fun if someone just did it for me! *laugh... I guess I am new enough on here I don't know many people yet! No one to ask!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7225880886217013284-6181798862053586927?l=terra-and-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terra-and-family.blogspot.com/feeds/6181798862053586927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7225880886217013284&amp;postID=6181798862053586927&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225880886217013284/posts/default/6181798862053586927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225880886217013284/posts/default/6181798862053586927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terra-and-family.blogspot.com/2006/12/blogger.html' title='Blogger'/><author><name>Terra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225880886217013284.post-804037697838560704</id><published>2006-12-21T16:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T23:36:45.509-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thursday Thirteen'/><title type='text'>Thursday Thirteen #3</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" align="center" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bgcolor="#fa9ec5"&gt;&lt;img src="http://justthegirlnextdoor.net/blog/thursdaythirteen/thursdaythirteenpinkhearts.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="BACKGROUND: #fa9ec5; TEXT-ALIGN: left" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Thirteen Things about &lt;strong&gt;Terra&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Things I am great-ful for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. My children, while this one really doesn't need an explanation I will give one anyway! I love them and they love me. Without this I don't know if there would be much point in getting up in the morning. They are sweet, loving and kind (well most of the time), and I couldn't have a better family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. My friends, I do not have "tons" of friends, but the ones I do have are there for me. They also help me if I get out of hand. I love them one and all.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;3. My critters, these guys make me smile. They are all different, and have traits that I love.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;4. My sweetheart, no matter what he takes care of me, and never makes me feel like a burden. He means more than mere words can express.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;5. Education, I love learning new things. It makes me feel alive and exited.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;6. &lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/many_critters/pic/0000tx5k/s320x320"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 330px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 156px" height="96" alt="" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/many_critters/pic/0000tx5k/s320x320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;7. The health of the people I love.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;8. The understanding of the people I care about.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;9. The empathy that others have shown me to have for others.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;10. The people who love and take care of the people I love.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;11. Caffine, without it I am a really grumpy person.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;12. Toothbrushes and toothpaste, thank goodness I can brush my teeth... I am not sure how people survived without this one!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;13. My blogs, they allow me to get things off my chest, and therefore let me be a better person all around!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script src="http://www.blenza.com/linkies/autolink.php?owner=terrasears&amp;postid=19Dec2006&amp;amp;meme=tt" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://thursdaythirteen.com"&gt;Get the Thursday Thirteen code here!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The purpose of the meme is to get to know everyone who participates a little bit better every Thursday. Visiting fellow Thirteeners is encouraged! If you participate, leave the link to your Thirteen in others comments. It’s easy, and fun! Be sure to update your Thirteen with links that are left for you, as well! I will link to everyone who participates and leaves a link to their 13 things. Trackbacks, pings, comment links accepted!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/thursday+thirteen" rel="tag"&gt;View More Thursday Thirteen Participants&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7225880886217013284-804037697838560704?l=terra-and-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terra-and-family.blogspot.com/feeds/804037697838560704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7225880886217013284&amp;postID=804037697838560704&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225880886217013284/posts/default/804037697838560704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225880886217013284/posts/default/804037697838560704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terra-and-family.blogspot.com/2006/12/thursday-thirteen_21.html' title='Thursday Thirteen #3'/><author><name>Terra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225880886217013284.post-3880895872569510195</id><published>2006-12-20T00:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T00:48:05.512-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='house work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='classes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>Registered, and playing SAHM</title><content type='html'>I am so tired, cleaning, cleaning and more cleaning seems to be the theme for the day. On the bright side I am now registered for classes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intro to Criminal Justice- I actually get to take a class that REALLY has something to do with my major, it only took 27 credits!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intro to Religion- I think I will like this one, I find religion fascinating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Problem Solving- This one I will be asking for help on, math is NOT my subject.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;General Art History- I love history, and I guess learning about art might be fun?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beginning bowling- Need 1 more PE credit, and I like to take the kids bowling, and they promise I don't have to be good at it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7225880886217013284-3880895872569510195?l=terra-and-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terra-and-family.blogspot.com/feeds/3880895872569510195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7225880886217013284&amp;postID=3880895872569510195&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225880886217013284/posts/default/3880895872569510195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225880886217013284/posts/default/3880895872569510195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terra-and-family.blogspot.com/2006/12/registered-and-playing-sahm.html' title='Registered, and playing SAHM'/><author><name>Terra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225880886217013284.post-3793746226107397128</id><published>2006-12-18T22:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T22:50:09.868-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Heaven'/><title type='text'>Still angry but getting better</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/many_critters/pic/0000fgxy/s320x320"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/many_critters/pic/0000fgxy/s320x320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I am still upset, I don't think it was right for them to get my baby drunk. However, as &lt;a href="http://kidsncrittersinwyoming.blogspot.com/"&gt;Steph&lt;/a&gt; said 2 words, Mad Dog. At 13 my mother got me a bottle of Mad Dog 20/20, I had asked for some night time cold medine. Not knowing any better I drank the entire bottle, in about a half an hour. I don't remember what I said even, but my mother thought I was so fun in my ramblings she recorded it. I threw up all over myself, my mother and step father stripped me and put me into bed. I smelled GROSS the next morning. The decided to teach me a lesson and took me out for biscuits and gravy, but that didn't work as I had thrown up really well. This is a picture of my dog Gizzy, with that bottle I drank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/many_critters/pic/0000k9gd/s320x320" border="0" /&gt;This is what I see when I think of my daughter, I know she is 13! Really I do. Look at that face and tell me you wouldn't want to do everything you could to protect her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 265px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="399" alt="" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/many_critters/pic/0000gx58" border="0" /&gt; Just because I did something, or my mother allowed it doesn't make it right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 265px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="293" alt="" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/many_critters/pic/0000hpy0" border="0" /&gt; Maybe I am jealous, after all they took away one of the firsts that I planned on having with her when she was older.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/many_critters/pic/0000p6r0/s320x320" border="0" /&gt;Plus, I did move out of the house at 14, get pregnant at 16 and so on... My baby is much more responsible than I was... I want it to stay that way, and drinking being "cool" isn't a good way to get that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/many_critters/pic/0000req8/s320x320" border="0" /&gt;To keep this serious subject light, I emailed her. I told her the dangers of what she did. She already knew that drinking and driving wasn't good, and drinking all the time was horrible. However, she didn't know about what could happen if you just drink to much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/many_critters/pic/0000s57x/s320x320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Hopefully I did the right thing. I will not say anything to anyone. After all she trusts me and that is more important than the drinking. I just hope it doesn't happen again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7225880886217013284-3793746226107397128?l=terra-and-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terra-and-family.blogspot.com/feeds/3793746226107397128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7225880886217013284&amp;postID=3793746226107397128&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225880886217013284/posts/default/3793746226107397128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225880886217013284/posts/default/3793746226107397128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terra-and-family.blogspot.com/2006/12/still-angry-but-getting-better.html' title='Still angry but getting better'/><author><name>Terra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225880886217013284.post-7728981551194655341</id><published>2006-12-18T09:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T09:09:12.413-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Heaven'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dustin'/><title type='text'>To add to pissed off post</title><content type='html'>I forgot to say that what she was "told" to get her to drink was, "Prove your a *insert her last name*" Sigh, I thought I had to worry about peer pressure, not family pressure. I did talk to Dust about it, he doesn't like it and agrees someone needs talked to. However, after he thought about the trust issue with Heaven, he thinks that maybe a talk with her about the dangers and how to say no might be the way to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He didn't think it was good, but he took it much better than I thought he would. Of course, he smiled as he remembered the first time that he got into his parents liquor. He didn't think it was cool that they fed it to her though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I once again being to hard, or is this the terrible offense that I feel it is?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7225880886217013284-7728981551194655341?l=terra-and-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terra-and-family.blogspot.com/feeds/7728981551194655341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7225880886217013284&amp;postID=7728981551194655341&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225880886217013284/posts/default/7728981551194655341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225880886217013284/posts/default/7728981551194655341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terra-and-family.blogspot.com/2006/12/to-add-to-pissed-off-post.html' title='To add to pissed off post'/><author><name>Terra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225880886217013284.post-5166120981424461205</id><published>2006-12-17T23:45:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T23:45:45.866-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tara'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Heaven'/><title type='text'>Posting to both my blogs, I need help on this one!</title><content type='html'>I am so mad right now I can't see straight. Heaven and I are on our way home, and she says, "I want to tell you, but I promised." You might be wondering how this conversation started. Well, she had a headache. I asked her if she might need new glasses, or if she thought she was coming down with something. Ummm no, mom that isn't it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my lovely 13 year old says she will tell me as long as I promise not to tell her dad or say anything to anyone. I am thinking, "must be about a boy." A mental sigh is running through my head, but I make the promise, not realizing the mistake I am making.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They got her drunk last night. WHAT? So what did she drink? Only a 4 pack of wine coolers, a beer and a yager bomb (not sure on the spelling.) WTF??? I am totally biting my lip, but I am pissed  so she keeps talking. She "drank", because she felt sorry for her grandmother (Penny- her bio dad's mom). The reason??? OMG, she was drunk and started crying, because she isn't as close to Heaven's dad as she is her other children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did it come up in the first place? Oh, that is easy, her bio dad didn't buy her anything for her birthday and felt guilty. I am glad he felt guilty he should, but not OK to get her drunk! OMG, WTF are they thinking?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time I start thinking, I am being to hard on that side of her family, they do something like this. On top of that I have to tell Dust this one, and I have to say something to them. However, doing so is going to totally kick Heaven in the face of our relationship. I know I have to do this, but I have no idea on how to do so, and not kill my trust with Heaven. Trust is so important to her, she doesn't have that with to many people. How do I do this? Ideas are SO welcome!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7225880886217013284-5166120981424461205?l=terra-and-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terra-and-family.blogspot.com/feeds/5166120981424461205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7225880886217013284&amp;postID=5166120981424461205&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225880886217013284/posts/default/5166120981424461205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225880886217013284/posts/default/5166120981424461205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terra-and-family.blogspot.com/2006/12/posting-to-both-my-blogs-i-need-help-on.html' title='Posting to both my blogs, I need help on this one!'/><author><name>Terra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225880886217013284.post-7686346557543355718</id><published>2006-12-17T14:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T14:02:33.350-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Heaven'/><title type='text'>My Response to Heaven's Email</title><content type='html'>That is way cool Heaven, I love you and hope you have tons of fun! Great attitude too! I am proud of you.&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, the negative part of me wanted to say this, and since I am supposed to get that out of my system here goes-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything is cool, EXCEPT it pisses me off that they are taking your room away again! Take your first room and give it to your bother (that totally hurt your feelings.) I don't know why you are being nice about it!  This summer I am going to destroy your room, after all you are only here a couple of times a month! SIGH&lt;br /&gt;MOM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To add;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't say this to her, I never do. My negative attitude will not help her in anyway. Perhaps I am just being silly and to be fair, I really won't kill her to sleep on the couch. However, I do know when they took her other room away from her, it really hurt her feelings. It makes me wonder if she really doesn't care or if she is just trying to be upbeat. I cannot ask her this though, because that would tell her my feelings, which as we can see wouldn't be good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7225880886217013284-7686346557543355718?l=terra-and-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terra-and-family.blogspot.com/feeds/7686346557543355718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7225880886217013284&amp;postID=7686346557543355718&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225880886217013284/posts/default/7686346557543355718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225880886217013284/posts/default/7686346557543355718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terra-and-family.blogspot.com/2006/12/my-response-to-heavens-email.html' title='My Response to Heaven&apos;s Email'/><author><name>Terra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225880886217013284.post-6470720501180221775</id><published>2006-12-15T23:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T23:04:54.897-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Heaven'/><title type='text'>Email From Heaven</title><content type='html'>Isn't this awesome? I can e-mail you from the house now! They have stockings as tall as Katrina! And there tree is taller then daddy. And there is so many presents, I mean holly cow! And their new laptop, it's way cooler then any Ipod, or MP3. They are planning on tearing that wall down, the one inbetween my room and the men den. I think it is alright. I mean I am only hear twice a month. So it wouldn't hurt any if I slept on the couch. Paige is such a chunk! She ate so much at dinner, I thought she would pop any second! Lets see, I haven't seen Andon yet, when I got here he was sleeping, and we ate right away. Tomorrow is Paiges' B-day party! But she isn't really turning 1 until the 20th. It sucks to be her, I thought I had it bad, but her b-day is way closer to Christmas then mine! I feel bad for her, she is the one who will have more B-day/Christmas presents. Well I guess, I have nothing else to say. Love ya!&lt;br /&gt;      -Heaven&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7225880886217013284-6470720501180221775?l=terra-and-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terra-and-family.blogspot.com/feeds/6470720501180221775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7225880886217013284&amp;postID=6470720501180221775&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225880886217013284/posts/default/6470720501180221775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225880886217013284/posts/default/6470720501180221775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terra-and-family.blogspot.com/2006/12/email-from-heaven.html' title='Email From Heaven'/><author><name>Terra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225880886217013284.post-6887251617545572368</id><published>2006-12-14T00:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-21T23:16:45.839-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thursday Thirteen'/><title type='text'>Thursday Thirteen #2</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" align="center" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bgcolor="#c3a8ce"&gt;&lt;img src="http://intricateart.com/blog/thursdaythirteenpurple.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="BACKGROUND: #c3a8ce; TEXT-ALIGN: left" align="left"&gt;&lt;center&gt;Thirteen Things about &lt;strong&gt;Terra&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am going to write 13 reasons I have been made fun of in the last year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I carry a copy of my dogs shot records, in my purse... The reason I got made fun of for this is I don't carry the kids.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2. My daughter, Heaven, has a cell phone... I do not.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3. I eat water on my cereal... milk is gross.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4. I brush my teeth at least 10 times in an average day.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;5. My critters are named after food in one way or another, if I named them.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;6. I sound like a child on the phone (I don't agree, but that is what I was told.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;7. I don't believe it is wrong to lie, as long as you are honest and tell you are doing it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;8. I don't like pie (that was a grandmother... why is it funny that I don't like pie?)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;9. I play fetch with Katrina, she loves it...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;10. I snort if I laugh without thinking about it...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;11. I can't spell...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;12. When I talk to friends in the south, I get an accent. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;13. Most people who like me end up adding bear to my name... Ter-bear, momma bear, and so on... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Links to other Thursday Thirteens!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;a href="http://kidsncrittersinwyoming.blogspot.com/"&gt;Steph&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://thursdaythirteen.com"&gt;Get the Thursday Thirteen code here!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The purpose of the meme is to get to know everyone who participates a little bit better every Thursday. Visiting fellow Thirteeners is encouraged! If you participate, leave the link to your Thirteen in others comments. It’s easy, and fun! Be sure to update your Thirteen with links that are left for you, as well! I will link to everyone who participates and leaves a link to their 13 things. 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I am not a step parent, and I don't think I ever will be one. Some of my best friends (including my sweetheart), are or have been step parents. They seem to feel taken for granted, and in many cases as if their opinions don't mean as much as they should. It makes me wonder, if as a biological parent, I take advantage of them. Perhaps I should say thank you to the ones in my life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dustin (my sweetheart) suggested, that his opinion doesn't matter and that I don't listen to him when it comes to Heaven and his wishes. In a way I think he might be right, but at the same time I think if he was better at compromising we wouldn't have a problem. Example of me not listening: He didn't think Heaven should be allowed to have a motel room, for her birthday party. I let her have one anyway. I felt she was capable of making responsible choices in regards to the room, I checked on her (spent several hours with her), and she proved me right. Example of me listening: At the beginning of the year she was invited to be manager of the football team. He didn't think a little girl had any business being a manager for a boys team, she didn't get to do it. Most of our disagreements have to do with boys. He worries about her, because she is a little boy crazy. I understand this, but also realize we can't keep her locked away from everyone and everything just so she won't have contact with boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have tried compromising with him, or negotiating so that Heaven isn't left out, but he feels comfortable. Unfortunately, he hasn't been willing to do that in most instances, it is either his way or no way. Therefore, I end up doing what I think is right in some cases, and what he thinks is best in some cases. Am I being unfair, or does he just feel that way, because he isn't getting his way? I am not sure, and does he feel more "left out" because Heaven isn't his biological daughter? I am just not sure, but I resolve I will do something to show we do appreciate him, and his opinions. While we don't always agree we both want what is best for Heaven, and I know that Heaven knows that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other step parent that I deal with is Heaven's step mother. She is a nice girl, although I do not always get along or agree with her either. I try to be fair with her, but admit there have been times where my or her emotions have gotten the best of us. She does seem to really care about Heaven though, and I really do appreciate that. I know that there have been times when Heaven hasn't been as respectful as she should be either. Other than to remind Heaven that her step mother is only trying to do what is in her best interest, I don't know how to help. I don't bash her to Heaven, and I do try to be respectful as well (lead by example). Although, I do admit I have messed up on that one a couple of times as well. An example of me messing up is that when she showed Heaven what a condom was and how it worked (when Heaven was 9), I went off the handle. It would have been better if I would have attempted to talk to her about it, and explained that I didn't think Heaven was old enough. For that and other things like that I am sorry. I should be talking to her, not about her, especially not to Heaven. I do think I have gotten better about it, and she has also gotten better at it. To be fair she is young, and she is learning. I have made my mistakes, and need to be more tolerant of hers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, I resolve that sometime in the next couple of months, to say thank you in one way or another. Both of these people care about my daughter, and I willingly share her with them because of the love they show.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7225880886217013284-2074567877488595953?l=terra-and-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terra-and-family.blogspot.com/feeds/2074567877488595953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7225880886217013284&amp;postID=2074567877488595953&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225880886217013284/posts/default/2074567877488595953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225880886217013284/posts/default/2074567877488595953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7225880886217013284-2828498802795035830?l=terra-and-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terra-and-family.blogspot.com/feeds/2828498802795035830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7225880886217013284&amp;postID=2828498802795035830&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225880886217013284/posts/default/2828498802795035830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225880886217013284/posts/default/2828498802795035830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terra-and-family.blogspot.com/2006/12/just-test.html' title='Just a Test'/><author><name>Terra</name><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://bp1.blogger.com/_NRddcjQYa7k/RYtZJqDmfkI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/zkaC-m2DJSg/s72-c/snfwbg1a.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225880886217013284.post-8875847642047417094</id><published>2006-12-10T21:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T21:47:12.061-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Things to do this week....</title><content type='html'>&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Finals in all classes all due by the 15th except Psychology which is on the 14th&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Register for classes for next semester&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Finish up Christmas shopping (don't forget family bag present)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Heaven and Dust have a dentist appointment on the 12th&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Heaven's councilor is on Friday this week&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7225880886217013284-8875847642047417094?l=terra-and-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terra-and-family.blogspot.com/feeds/8875847642047417094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7225880886217013284&amp;postID=8875847642047417094&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225880886217013284/posts/default/8875847642047417094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225880886217013284/posts/default/8875847642047417094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terra-and-family.blogspot.com/2006/12/things-to-do-this-week.html' title='Things to do this week....'/><author><name>Terra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225880886217013284.post-916844835810132726</id><published>2006-12-09T20:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-09T20:22:43.938-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happiness</title><content type='html'>I believe that inspiration should be taken from where you find it. Perhaps others don't find it the same as you do, it doesn't matter. Just as you make your own happiness so do you make your own inspiration. Be happy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Happiness is what you make it. Hatred is what you make it. No one else is responsible for this.&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/7225880886217013284-916844835810132726?l=terra-and-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terra-and-family.blogspot.com/feeds/916844835810132726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7225880886217013284&amp;postID=916844835810132726&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225880886217013284/posts/default/916844835810132726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225880886217013284/posts/default/916844835810132726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terra-and-family.blogspot.com/2006/12/happiness.html' title='Happiness'/><author><name>Terra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225880886217013284.post-936274827476944388</id><published>2006-12-08T21:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T21:31:12.315-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mom Guilt  :)</title><content type='html'>I had an idea of what mom guilt could be, after all wouldn't it be guilt by a mom? However, I didn't really know what it was. I have a habit of not wanting to talk to most people about me. Therefore, I usually joke, smile and laugh whatever they are saying away making them, shut up. Heaven's councilor is awesome, she didn't tell me what it is because I played it off like I knew what she was talking about. She can't be faulted for this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, this is in response to a comment about my 13 things. No I am not "mad", just thought I should get into a little more detail. After all I think the lady is awesome. I also thought I would look up what this phase means and therefore educate anyone who might be reading this. (Thank you for my topic for today... I was lost on what I was going to write about)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Researching the term now.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This term is for all those mothers (although, parental guilt might be a better term), who think they should be doing more with/for their children. I have some guilt like this for my son (whom is no longer with us.) However, I try to turn this guilt into a positive by not having a reason for feeling this way with my girls. Sure, I can't do everything I would like for them, but I recognize that it is most likely better that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The biggest suggestion for getting better at this is to turn the guilt into a regret. While this is a sound idea, the guilt that I feel for my son isn't something I am ready to let go of. But hey, a little credit please, I see that. However for anyone who feels this way and wants to work on it, or anyone who wants to know more tips I will give a web page that had the "simplest" and yet a good description on where to start. &lt;a href="http://sheknows.com/about/look/3141.htm"&gt;http://sheknows.com/about/look/3141.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7225880886217013284-936274827476944388?l=terra-and-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terra-and-family.blogspot.com/feeds/936274827476944388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7225880886217013284&amp;postID=936274827476944388&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225880886217013284/posts/default/936274827476944388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225880886217013284/posts/default/936274827476944388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terra-and-family.blogspot.com/2006/12/mom-guilt.html' title='Mom Guilt  :)'/><author><name>Terra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225880886217013284.post-7626067758277999688</id><published>2006-12-08T04:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T05:27:19.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Letter</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Seasons&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Greetings,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;We are going to do an online Christmas Letter again this year! We have had an exiting and expensive year this year. Our washer, dryer, car, roof and more have needed repairs and/or replaced. Oh what fun it has been trying to keep up with one right after another. Now let’s get on into the good stuff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;The photographs of the children will be late this year; also I lost my address book! So I need you to send your mailing address to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:terra@bluebottle.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;terra@bluebottle.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt; if you want a picture of the girls! I will be getting them done at the beginning of the year, as to not short change the holiday for the girls. I am not sure what theme we will do this year; don’t think Heaven is going to go for dressing up like a princess anymore!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Katrina has been doing really well. The most exiting news she has received is, at her annual eye checkup her sight had improved over 300%! I don’t instantly get dizzy when I try out her glasses now. Her new favorite color is green (bright). She has become a little more of a girly girl, she loves to paint her nails and wear makeup. Of course she still doesn’t want to brush her hair or wear cloths that match, but we are making progress! She is doing pretty well in school, but she misses the teacher she has had since kindergarten. Her math skills are awesome (she does NOT get that from me), and her reading skills are improving quickly. Katrina’s hamster, Sisco is still doing great! She even remembers to feed and water the little critter now, so some real progress has been made on her responsibilities! Choco, her dog is very happy and loves her dearly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Heaven is also great! Her eyesight also improved some; she only has to wear her glasses for reading now. Her new favorite color is bright pink. She now gets up over an hour early to make sure her hair, makeup (she wears only eyeliner outside of the house), and clothes are perfect. She is doing pretty good in school, and has gotten past her rough spot. She has been a wonderful help to me in keeping up with the feeding of the family when I am not home! Heaven’s dog, Snickers is a spoiled brat. She sleeps with Heaven every night and whines whenever she isn’t being spoiled. Heaven’s hedgehog, Frosty is also doing great, he is a doll. He sleeps a little more often then Heaven would like, but I am not complaining!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Dustin is still working for *that place. He continues to take care of us and keep us all happy and fed. His pastimes include; playing cards, watching TV, and driving the rest of his family crazy. He has had a tough year, with the stresses of money and loosing his teeth, but he is taking it pretty well for a man. We hope this next year will be more kind to him. Dustin’s dog, Girr is doing well and is ornery as always. He still growls at everyone and everything, while he loves on them. Dakota, the dog Dustin is babysitting is also doing pretty good. Hopefully his daddy will come get him soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I have been great! I am still going to school, and I am doing well. I quit working a couple of months ago, which I am thrilled about. I have been busy, busy and loving it. Prissy and Karamel are both doing great (yes, my dogs). Prissy still wants everyone to love on her, and Mel still is puppy in just enough ways to drive me nuts. Lily, my chinchilla is wonderful and is still as soft and cuddly as ever!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;The&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Our&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7225880886217013284-7626067758277999688?l=terra-and-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terra-and-family.blogspot.com/feeds/7626067758277999688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7225880886217013284&amp;postID=7626067758277999688&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225880886217013284/posts/default/7626067758277999688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225880886217013284/posts/default/7626067758277999688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terra-and-family.blogspot.com/2006/12/christmas-letter.html' title='Christmas Letter'/><author><name>Terra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225880886217013284.post-2223732250384398259</id><published>2006-12-08T00:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T00:49:46.737-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Heaven'/><title type='text'>From my daughter</title><content type='html'>This was handwritten to me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In life we never take the time to appriciate the stuff we have. There are people who are less fortunate, they have no money, barely any clothes, have small houses. But mostely people take advantage of their parents. The people who gave them life, their names, clothes, everything we need, and sometimes we want. But now I'm here to love &amp; appriciate you. Even if they are just the small things. It's the thought that counts. You are always here when were down or just want to talk. You've done so much, but now it's time you are thanked, so thank you, for everything. Just so you know when you're old &amp;amp; crippled I'll alway's be here for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                      I&lt;br /&gt;                                                                  (heart)&lt;br /&gt;                                                                     you             (lots)&lt;br /&gt;                                                                XOXO  :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                               -Heaven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk about a feel good moment, I have the best children ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Whatever harm an enemy can do to an enemy,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Or a hater to a hater,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;An ill=directed mind &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Causes oneself even greater harm.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;No mother or father&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Or any other kin &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Can do greater good for oneself&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Than a well-directed mind.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;100.&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/7225880886217013284-2223732250384398259?l=terra-and-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terra-and-family.blogspot.com/feeds/2223732250384398259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7225880886217013284&amp;postID=2223732250384398259&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225880886217013284/posts/default/2223732250384398259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225880886217013284/posts/default/2223732250384398259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terra-and-family.blogspot.com/2006/12/from-my-daughter.html' title='From my daughter'/><author><name>Terra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225880886217013284.post-886067437539888554</id><published>2006-12-07T11:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-21T23:17:08.404-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thursday Thirteen'/><title type='text'>Thursday Thirteeen #1</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" align="center" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bgcolor="#00e708"&gt;&lt;img src="http://justthegirlnextdoor.net/blog/thursdaythirteen/thursdaythirteenorange.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="BACKGROUND: #de7008; TEXT-ALIGN: left" align="left"&gt;&lt;center&gt;Thirteen Things about &lt;strong&gt;Terra&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;Things I don't understand (I know not very positive of me...)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1. How can my sweetheart spend more money on gas and garbage bags than I spent on gas, soap (dove), lip balm, coffee (3 refills), a 12 pack of soda (Mountain Dew), and Arbies (regular roast beef and a medium soda)?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2. How can my sweetheart want me, then the day I try to jump him not be in the mood?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3. Why do I have my period EVERY year for my birthday?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4. How can my daughter's hair smell so good, feel so soft, and still look like a bird lives in it?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;5. Why do my children want to do dishes, until they get good at it?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;6. Why am I tired, until it is time for bed?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;7. If water has no flavor, why does it taste so gross?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;8. Why do "feel good" movies always make me cry?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;9. How do other people clean up their yards (when they have dogs) in the icy part of winter?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;10. What does Heaven's councilor mean when she says, "you need to avoid mom guilt?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;11. How does a child not know he is doing bad things, but can say "____ will put up with my crap?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;12. Why am I always either over or under weight? Is there a "correct" weight for me?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;13. Why is it that when you have all the laundry finished (in the washing machine), the pile grows before it can hit the dryer?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Links to other Thursday Thirteens!&lt;/strong&gt;1. (leave your link in comments, I’ll add you here!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://thursdaythirteen.com"&gt;Get the Thursday Thirteen code here!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The purpose of the meme is to get to know everyone who participates a little bit better every Thursday. Visiting fellow Thirteeners is encouraged! If you participate, leave the link to your Thirteen in others comments. It’s easy, and fun! Be sure to update your Thirteen with links that are left for you, as well! I will link to everyone who participates and leaves a link to their 13 things. Trackbacks, pings, comment links accepted!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/thursday+thirteen" rel="tag"&gt;View More Thursday Thirteen Participants&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7225880886217013284-886067437539888554?l=terra-and-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terra-and-family.blogspot.com/feeds/886067437539888554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7225880886217013284&amp;postID=886067437539888554&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225880886217013284/posts/default/886067437539888554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225880886217013284/posts/default/886067437539888554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terra-and-family.blogspot.com/2006/12/thursday-thirteeen.html' title='Thursday Thirteeen #1'/><author><name>Terra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225880886217013284.post-86556372023264793</id><published>2006-12-06T03:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T04:24:39.466-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramble'/><title type='text'>An Old Friend...</title><content type='html'>I am tired, but not. Worried about Girr (one of my dogs) as he struggles with a tummy ache. I am worried about finals, as they so ominously loom over my head! So I spend most of the night talking with one of my oldest (not in age) friends on my messenger. What do we end up talking about? Gay rights, fake gays vs. real gays, adoption, children and so on. So many subjects that are so important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It always amazes me how many things we have in common, and how many thing are different. Different is basically our reasoning behind our views not so much the views themselves. I am who I am, and she is who she is. I find her fascinating though. She thinks so deeply, about so many things. It doesn't surprise me that she doesn't sleep well. How could anyone who has so much on her mind sleep well?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hatred in the world &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;is indeed never appeased by hatred. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It is appeased by loving kindness. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This is an ancient law. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Verse 5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7225880886217013284-86556372023264793?l=terra-and-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terra-and-family.blogspot.com/feeds/86556372023264793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7225880886217013284&amp;postID=86556372023264793&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225880886217013284/posts/default/86556372023264793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225880886217013284/posts/default/86556372023264793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terra-and-family.blogspot.com/2006/12/old-friend.html' title='An Old Friend...'/><author><name>Terra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225880886217013284.post-9011079276309453077</id><published>2006-12-05T22:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T22:17:02.138-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dog Food</title><content type='html'>As I was sitting there, staring at my bag of Pedigree, feeling oh so guilty for buying "garbage" for my dogs, I began to wonder. I know all the research and so on about dog foods, I really do, but if corn dog foods are SO bad for my babies, why do the dogs my grandma has (or has had) live such healthy, long, happy lives? They get the REALLY bad junk, you know the cheapest at the market. Even before I knew what good dog food was I wouldn't have purchased that stuff, yet, her dogs do well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gizzy, was my dog and he lived to be 17 years old. He spent the last ten years of his life with my grandmother, and before that my mother also purchased the cheapest dog food she could find. Neither one of them are mean and so on. They just don't believe in all the hype that I advocate myself. Their dogs are dogs, they love them, but they live primarily outside, they get cheap dog food, and so on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I do not normally feed my dogs Pedigree, rather solid gold, but this is a bad week cash wise. I still feel cheap dog food is better than no dog food. Also I don't think it will hurt them to have it every once in a while. After all it is more about eating the same things all the time or their entire lives as the case may be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is ONLY a thought, and should NOT be taken to mean that I in anyway think that cheap dog food is OK.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7225880886217013284-9011079276309453077?l=terra-and-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terra-and-family.blogspot.com/feeds/9011079276309453077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7225880886217013284&amp;postID=9011079276309453077&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225880886217013284/posts/default/9011079276309453077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225880886217013284/posts/default/9011079276309453077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terra-and-family.blogspot.com/2006/12/dog-food.html' title='Dog Food'/><author><name>Terra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225880886217013284.post-1392535147615223520</id><published>2006-12-05T13:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T13:31:14.459-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Favorites STOLEN...</title><content type='html'>Stolen From ----&gt; &lt;a href="http://kidsncrittersinwyoming.blogspot.com/2006/12/christmas-favorites.html"&gt;Christmas Favorites...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;1. Egg nog or hot chocolate? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Hot Chocolate, with whipped cream on top... MMMmmm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;2. Does Santa wrap presents or just set them under the tree? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;He does both, it totally depends on the present...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;3. Colored lights or white?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Blue? Yes, blue and silver... all my decorations are blue or silver...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;4. Do you hang mistletoe?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Yes, right above the door so everyone is hit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;5. When do you decorate for Christmas?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Either right before or right after Thanksgiving. We did a couple weekends before this year, because we were all feeling a little down. AMAZING how much, some pretty lights, improves the mood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;6. What is your favorite holiday dish, excluding dessert? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Mashed Potatoes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;7. Favorite holiday memory as a child?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;The year that I conned my mother into a puppy. I told her that was all I wanted, nothing else would do... Yes, it worked ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;8. When and how, did you learn the truth about Santa?What truth? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;I have no idea what this means! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;9. Do you open a gift on Christmas Eve?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;No, but Nina gets to open one and Heaven opens all with her dad's side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;10. How do you decorate your Christmas tree?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;My tree has blue lights, blue and silver balls, blue and silver ribbons, a silver star on top. Everything except the kids additions (the stuff they make at school- which is awsome) is blue and silver!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;11. Snow. Love it or hate it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Hate it, looks lovely but OMG I hate cold!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;12. Can you ice skate?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;I don't think so?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;13. Do you remember your favorite gift?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Yes, the puppy... see above&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;14. What is the most important thing about the holidays to you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;My children&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;15. What is your favorite holiday dessert?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;mashed potatoes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;16. What is your favorite holiday tradition?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Hanging the santa key with the kids :0)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;17. What tops your tree?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;A star.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;18. Which do you prefer, giving or receiving?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Giving, without a doubt. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;19. What is your favorite Christmas song?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Jingle Bells, all 50 different ways my kids sing it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;20. Candy canes. Yuck or yum?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Yum!! My favorites are watermellon and caramel... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7225880886217013284-1392535147615223520?l=terra-and-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terra-and-family.blogspot.com/feeds/1392535147615223520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7225880886217013284&amp;postID=1392535147615223520&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225880886217013284/posts/default/1392535147615223520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225880886217013284/posts/default/1392535147615223520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terra-and-family.blogspot.com/2006/12/christmas-favorites-stolen.html' title='Christmas Favorites STOLEN...'/><author><name>Terra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225880886217013284.post-1616173341814979957</id><published>2006-12-03T05:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-03T05:26:27.403-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV'/><title type='text'>Dr. Drew</title><content type='html'>I watched Dr. Drew tonight, have I mentioned that I love him? *laugh* Not really but I do really enjoy his show and the matter of fact way he talks. He makes me feel more human as he shows other peoples flaws, or what they think are flaws. You mean other woman feel just as insecure as me? They are even insecure about their vaginas? Wow, I could care less about what that looks like!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing makes you feel better about yourself then knowing a few things. First of all you aren’t alone, second you aren’t the only one that feels that way, and last but not least others are worse than you are. Yes, I know that sounds horrible but really it does help!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7225880886217013284-1616173341814979957?l=terra-and-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terra-and-family.blogspot.com/feeds/1616173341814979957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7225880886217013284&amp;postID=1616173341814979957&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225880886217013284/posts/default/1616173341814979957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225880886217013284/posts/default/1616173341814979957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terra-and-family.blogspot.com/2006/12/dr-drew.html' title='Dr. Drew'/><author><name>Terra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225880886217013284.post-1512392094702517135</id><published>2006-12-03T05:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-03T05:04:03.580-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='test'/><title type='text'>How Smart and Dumb AM I? Lets See</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="width: 320px; border: 1px solid gray; padding: 6px; font: normal 12px sans-serif; color: black; background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: black; font-size: 20px; display: block; margin-bottom: 8px;"&gt;You paid attention during 57% of high school!&lt;/b&gt; &lt;div style="width: 200px; background: white; border: 1px solid black; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 57%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 10px; border: none; background: white; color: black;"&gt;51-67%  You are smart enough to be ashamed of still scoring so low; remember that there are books in the world, full of information?  Yes, books are our friends.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gotoquiz.com/do_you_deserve_your_high_school_diploma" style="color: blue;"&gt;Do you deserve your high school diploma?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gotoquiz.com/" style="color: blue;"&gt;Create a Quiz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="width: 320px; border: 1px solid gray; padding: 6px; font: normal 12px arial, verdana, sans-serif; color: black; background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: black; font: bold 20px 'Times New Roman', serif; display: block; margin-bottom: 8px;"&gt;Your Language Arts Grade: 91%&lt;/b&gt; &lt;div style="width: 200px; background: white; border: 1px solid black; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 91%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 10px; border: none; background: white; color: black;"&gt;Way to go!  You know not to trust the MS Grammar Check and you know "no" from "know."  Now, go forth and spread the good word (or at least, the proper use of apostrophes).&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gotoquiz.com/are_you_gooder_at_grammar" style="color: blue;"&gt;Are You Gooder at Grammar?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gotoquiz.com/" style="color: blue;"&gt;Make a Quiz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7225880886217013284-1512392094702517135?l=terra-and-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terra-and-family.blogspot.com/feeds/1512392094702517135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7225880886217013284&amp;postID=1512392094702517135&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225880886217013284/posts/default/1512392094702517135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225880886217013284/posts/default/1512392094702517135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terra-and-family.blogspot.com/2006/12/how-smart-and-dumb-am-i-lets-see.html' title='How Smart and Dumb AM I? Lets See'/><author><name>Terra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225880886217013284.post-4749863913681367671</id><published>2006-11-30T23:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T23:16:40.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sad today</title><content type='html'>I feel sad today, it is the anniversary of the week my son was home with us. I just can't quit crying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7225880886217013284-4749863913681367671?l=terra-and-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terra-and-family.blogspot.com/feeds/4749863913681367671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7225880886217013284&amp;postID=4749863913681367671&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225880886217013284/posts/default/4749863913681367671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225880886217013284/posts/default/4749863913681367671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terra-and-family.blogspot.com/2006/11/sad-today.html' title='Sad today'/><author><name>Terra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
