<?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-5873572146828893019</id><updated>2012-02-16T13:01:30.814-06:00</updated><category term='flip flops'/><category term='Easter'/><category term='hairbows'/><category term='dresses'/><category term='bows'/><category term='tutus'/><title type='text'>Little Miss Magic</title><subtitle type='html'>This is about my life and how it is constantly shaped and growing by my amazing daughter and husband. I am a newly initiated craft junkie and part time stay at home mom. My life is constant joy and struggle where I am learning everyday who I am. Welcome to my journey.
"Litte miss magic what you gonna be" - Jimmy Buffet</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemissmagicmolly.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873572146828893019/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissmagicmolly.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11505901634132696344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HeW8sk7wEfo/SdtebjxIw8I/AAAAAAAAAFM/4dzO3Bd16xs/S220/062_edited.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>38</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5873572146828893019.post-8715689686789122422</id><published>2010-01-11T15:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T15:21:13.782-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Overwhelmed and refocused</title><content type='html'>So, I took an extended leave from blog because to put it simply I just got overwhelmed. I love my blog and I love my blog friends but I got to a point with it where I felt obligated and it wasn't fun anymore. I am over that and have actually really missed my blog and realized it wasn't actually the blog that was sufficating me. With the new year I am going to focus on getting some of the me that I found when I started this blog back. So WELCOME BACK to me. I look forward to reconnecting with old friends and making new ones. I look forward to filling this thing back up!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5873572146828893019-8715689686789122422?l=littlemissmagicmolly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemissmagicmolly.blogspot.com/feeds/8715689686789122422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5873572146828893019&amp;postID=8715689686789122422&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873572146828893019/posts/default/8715689686789122422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873572146828893019/posts/default/8715689686789122422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissmagicmolly.blogspot.com/2010/01/overwhelmed-and-refocused.html' title='Overwhelmed and refocused'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11505901634132696344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HeW8sk7wEfo/SdtebjxIw8I/AAAAAAAAAFM/4dzO3Bd16xs/S220/062_edited.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5873572146828893019.post-622678284430687380</id><published>2009-07-15T09:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T09:13:41.433-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_r8HbwZ1hUmM/Sk99rmXXaNI/AAAAAAAAC68/UM8aPske3iU/s1600/DSC_3488.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_r8HbwZ1hUmM/Sk99rmXXaNI/AAAAAAAAC68/UM8aPske3iU/s400/DSC_3488.JPG" zj="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Teaching the Itsy Bitsy Spider to her favorite cousin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;If you would like to participate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;just visit this &lt;a href="http://wordlesswednesday.com/"&gt;site&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;and add&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;your link. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5873572146828893019-622678284430687380?l=littlemissmagicmolly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemissmagicmolly.blogspot.com/feeds/622678284430687380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5873572146828893019&amp;postID=622678284430687380&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873572146828893019/posts/default/622678284430687380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873572146828893019/posts/default/622678284430687380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissmagicmolly.blogspot.com/2009/07/wordless-wednesday.html' title='Wordless Wednesday'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11505901634132696344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HeW8sk7wEfo/SdtebjxIw8I/AAAAAAAAAFM/4dzO3Bd16xs/S220/062_edited.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_r8HbwZ1hUmM/Sk99rmXXaNI/AAAAAAAAC68/UM8aPske3iU/s72-c/DSC_3488.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5873572146828893019.post-3638088167580512190</id><published>2009-07-13T07:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T07:43:47.680-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A new favorite recipe</title><content type='html'>I have been baby showering a ton lately.Either planning or going. Seems like everyone I know is having a baby in September. I apparently did not drink that water. Saturday I went to a shower for one of my best friends and we all know shower food tends to just be shower food. Well her family is true good Southern and they always have something wonderful. This time they had this salad jello thing and I figured I'll take it to be nice and then I tried it. OMG it was amazing so I am gonna pass the recipe along to you today. I hope you enjoy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://makelifedelicious.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/11/strawberrypretzelsalad-300x225.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="315" src="http://makelifedelicious.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/11/strawberrypretzelsalad-300x225.jpg" width="420" zj="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Strawberry Jello Pretzel Salad&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2c. Coarse crushed pretzels&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3/4c. melted butter&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 tbsp. sugar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6 oz. cream cheese&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1/2pt. whip cream, whipped&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3/4c. sugar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6 oz. strawberry jello&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2c. boiling water&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2 pkgs. (10 oz) frozen strawberries&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stir together first threee items and press into 9x13 inch pan. Bake at 350 degrees for 15 minutes; cool.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Combine next threee ingredients and cover cooled crust. Chill thoroughly.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Make Jello and while hot add berries and stir until thawed and separated. Chill until thick an almost set. Pour over cheese layer and chill several hours.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5873572146828893019-3638088167580512190?l=littlemissmagicmolly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemissmagicmolly.blogspot.com/feeds/3638088167580512190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5873572146828893019&amp;postID=3638088167580512190&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873572146828893019/posts/default/3638088167580512190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873572146828893019/posts/default/3638088167580512190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissmagicmolly.blogspot.com/2009/07/new-favorite-recipe.html' title='A new favorite recipe'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11505901634132696344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HeW8sk7wEfo/SdtebjxIw8I/AAAAAAAAAFM/4dzO3Bd16xs/S220/062_edited.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5873572146828893019.post-5223016465227342171</id><published>2009-07-03T08:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T08:39:07.686-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just over it..</title><content type='html'>I am having a major bite&amp;nbsp;my tongue moment this week and to avoid probably serving jail time I am just gonna put it out on here. I will leave individuals nameless and they can feel free to stay spineless in there own&amp;nbsp;corners this way.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;I was the first in our family and I am the first of all my friends to have a baby. There were few things I knew about being a mom before I actually had that angel and as most of us know until you have one you don't know. She is my princess. She makes everything right when everything is going wrong. I didn't know unconditional love until her and I thought I did. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off if you are not a parent yet you can not say a word to a mother about anything CAUSE YOU DON'T KNOW&amp;nbsp;ANYTHING YET!!!! Not to pat myself on the back at all but I don't think I am to&amp;nbsp;bad of a mom. Mosey makes my job very easy but I think I do very well. Every decision I make in my life I think about her first. She will never be in a situation that I think is bad for her. She will also be allowed to be an individual and not be sheltered from the world. My thoughts and opinions will never have to be her thoghts and opinions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The decisions I make for my child are educated and well informed. I did research and interviews befor I picked her pediatrician and I trust him totally. We have these men and women who are highly educated and informed beyond my realm of thinking and so we trust them with our children to help guide us in the right direction. I 100% decided to have my baby vaccinated. Until the day my childs doctor looks at me and says not today Mrs.D this is a bad idea and it could hurt her. I will trust them in knowing that it is a wonderful thing and she will never have to know the awful things she is being protected against. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The daycare my child is in 2 days a week is wonderful. When I worked full time and had to leave her at 3 months old I knew it was gonna be okay because she was there. They have always been open and honest with us and we have never wondered about anything. If they tell me it is okay to bring my baby to school then she is going because she loves it. She thrives on that social interaction. Friends and peers are wonderful for them at this age. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am just going to say (because I could go on for days) that I am a mom and as a mom don't ever and I mean ever tell me or someone I know that I am not a good parent. I will kill for my child and am very willing to shut anyone up who wants to think I won't. She is in every breath I take and there are days that I take the easy route and we order pizza or we skip a bath and go to bed early. Some nights we stay up late playing and some we follow our routine to the fullest. I drag her every where with me cause she wants to go. She is my baby and my buddy. She truly is my world and I dare anyone that would like to cross me or M.D. for that matter on our decisions for her and see what happens.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5873572146828893019-5223016465227342171?l=littlemissmagicmolly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemissmagicmolly.blogspot.com/feeds/5223016465227342171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5873572146828893019&amp;postID=5223016465227342171&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873572146828893019/posts/default/5223016465227342171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873572146828893019/posts/default/5223016465227342171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissmagicmolly.blogspot.com/2009/07/just-over-it.html' title='Just over it..'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11505901634132696344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HeW8sk7wEfo/SdtebjxIw8I/AAAAAAAAAFM/4dzO3Bd16xs/S220/062_edited.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5873572146828893019.post-5384247458420217724</id><published>2009-06-25T08:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T08:28:55.764-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Help wanted Ad</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Today I am finally going to do one of Mama Kat's prompt's. I always say I will and forget. Well not today and you can do one or two just go visit her &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://mamakatslosinit.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;site&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;One of her prompts today was write a help wanted ad.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Help Wanted &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;please apply ASAP for this is a job that needs tackling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;I am looking for a very motivated (and by motivated I mean the energizer bunny) female or male. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1003/cheat_lierne/pianoed.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1003/cheat_lierne/pianoed.jpg" tj="true" width="145" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;The job will consist of 16 hour work days Mon-Sun with actually no physical day off. We can arrange an hour break here and there but please do not expect one every day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;You will be here and ready to go at 7am. No tardyness or else you loose a good hour of quality work time around here. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;You will begin by making breakfast for the princess of the house for she will begin to stir very shortly and then you loose all hope for major production early on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;While you wait for her roayl hinus you will do a load of laundry and unload the dishwasher.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Once this is done I will promise you the princess will have awoken and at this point you must rush her to the bathroom to make sure there are no accidents. She will be a little tempramental and demand to be left alone to eat her breakfast and watch "Street". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;During this time you will clean all the bathrooms in the house. Once you are done change out the laundry and check on the master of the house. He will probably be happy to hear from you since you won't be bugging him about anything while he is at "work" and you are at home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Now get the princess dressed and take her out with you to walk the dog. I warn you though this takes practice. The princess will want to hold the leash and OH MY GOSH the dog will of course run away. Chase it and when you catch her bring her back in and give her a treat (cause we are suckers for our dog). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Now you will set the princess up with an art project of some sort while you are getting ready for lunch. At this point my mom will of called 2-3 times and I am gonna need you to take those calls. She is very dear and will probably add a couple things to your list for the day just smile and talk sweetly and you can move on quickly. Clean the art project up and hang it on the fridge. Lunch is served and you can sit down and eat as well. After lunch clean it up and start to suggest we have quiet time for a little while. Take her up to her room and convince her that this the the only way possible. You will end up bribing her with a walk down to the park later. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;While the princess naps clean the kitchen and vaccum the living room. Begin to think about dinner and make your list for the store cause I will promise you that you will be out of something.&amp;nbsp; Change the laundry out yet again and fold towels (I know I think they mass reproduce around here). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;The princess will be up from her nap by now. Get her a bag and toss her in the car to run your errands. These vary daily but almost always include a trip to the grocery store. Some days you will have doctors appointments, play dates, or library time. I am gonna need you to be a wonderful multi-tasker and be able to get it all done on these days as well as the extra activities.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Come home from the store and take the princess down to the park. She has 45 minutes and then you must get back to start dinner. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Start dinner and change that damn laundry out one more time. The man of the house will be home shortly but at this point you have been out looking like hell all day so he probably won't care and if he does tell him to bite you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;The man of the house will come in and the first question will always be "What did you do all day today?" Just smile and say "oh just hung out at the house with the princess." Go finish dinner and serve it. After dinner the man of the house and the princess will play while you do the dishes and clean up from dinner. You will now leave the man of the house to his video games or baseball and go give the princess her royal washing. After her bath you will read Cinderealla 6 times and then discuss with the 2 1/2 year old why she MUST go to bed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;With the princess finally asleep change the laundry out AGAIN and you may now at this point go home. First though you must check on the man of the house and make sure he does not need a thing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;This job is very thankless and the pay is pure shit but at the end of the day you will be helping me out dearly for this has been my schedule for a long time and I would like a day to enjoy my coffee and perhaps read all day. I say one day cause that is all you will last. After one day you will probably be forced to tackle the man of the house and demand pay for if nothing else his complete and total ignorance for what you do all day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Go stop by mama Kat's and visit some of the other lovely ladies that took her prompt for the day. &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/5873572146828893019-5384247458420217724?l=littlemissmagicmolly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemissmagicmolly.blogspot.com/feeds/5384247458420217724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5873572146828893019&amp;postID=5384247458420217724&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873572146828893019/posts/default/5384247458420217724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873572146828893019/posts/default/5384247458420217724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissmagicmolly.blogspot.com/2009/06/help-wanted-ad.html' title='Help wanted Ad'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11505901634132696344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HeW8sk7wEfo/SdtebjxIw8I/AAAAAAAAAFM/4dzO3Bd16xs/S220/062_edited.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5873572146828893019.post-1447236144986093583</id><published>2009-06-24T07:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T07:51:41.108-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_N5_eBPW_6Ko/Si8R7LgMwAI/AAAAAAAAHmc/RCrvtAuOydE/s1600/DSC_2584.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_N5_eBPW_6Ko/Si8R7LgMwAI/AAAAAAAAHmc/RCrvtAuOydE/s400/DSC_2584.JPG" tj="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;"Dude seriously no more pictures." - Mosey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;You to can participate in wordless Wednesday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;All you have to do is visit the site and add your link.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wordlesswednesday.com/"&gt;Wordless Wednesday&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/5873572146828893019-1447236144986093583?l=littlemissmagicmolly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemissmagicmolly.blogspot.com/feeds/1447236144986093583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5873572146828893019&amp;postID=1447236144986093583&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873572146828893019/posts/default/1447236144986093583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873572146828893019/posts/default/1447236144986093583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissmagicmolly.blogspot.com/2009/06/wordless-wednesday_24.html' title='Wordless Wednesday'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11505901634132696344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HeW8sk7wEfo/SdtebjxIw8I/AAAAAAAAAFM/4dzO3Bd16xs/S220/062_edited.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_N5_eBPW_6Ko/Si8R7LgMwAI/AAAAAAAAHmc/RCrvtAuOydE/s72-c/DSC_2584.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5873572146828893019.post-8629813198126745577</id><published>2009-06-22T11:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T11:30:14.200-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh did you marry your babys daddy?</title><content type='html'>FYI: I am going to make this a two part post so look for the ending tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could say I have only heard this once but alas I hang my head in shame for these people and must admit I have heard it a bazillion times. I think today I will take you all for a litte trip down memory lane and hope all the people who truly feel the need to say that (which I have taylored my response to be "shoot bitch I ain't seen that lazy mofo in like two months I married my new baby daddy. If you see my old baby daddy have that ass hole call me he owes big mama some money.") read this post. Maybe I will print it off and hand it out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So our tale starts a long time ago in a land far far away (in our hometown 10 minutes away from our new town). M.D. and I met in highschool. Please don't cue the awwws just yet. We were best buds forever. He dated a lovely girl for 6 years (and by lovely I mean a very crazy scary could kick my ass from here to next week). So needless to say I didn't want to try and poke through that force field. Well we all went away to college and would all meet back up on breaks and what not. I started dating my soul mate (NOT) just as M.D. broke up with sweet lovely girl. Not good timing. Well two years later we reconnected one night out with old friends. I knew then it was our turn. We dated off and on cause I was a player or whatever. Finally we committed and talked the M word. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://b0.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/00410/05/21/410841250_l.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="279" src="http://b0.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/00410/05/21/410841250_l.jpg" tj="true" width="420" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;So one very fateful evening we were out having a beer with friends and I&amp;nbsp;looked at my dear friend and said has aunt flow visited you yet and she says yes she just left and all of a sudden my stomach sank because I knew. I was working for my parents full time managing there restaurant and so M.D. picked me up there Sunday and we took a pregnancy test and it said YES. I almost fell over and was waiting for M.D. to look at me and be like "oh hell no" but no, you know what he said. We are gonna have a baby that is awesome. WTF...Really? Why aren't you running? He didn't run because he really did love me. We told my mom the next night and she didn't lose it which was good but she did insist on telling my dad who was thrilled. M.D. and I were 22 and 23 at the time this all happened so we were plenty old enough to take responsibility. We both had great jobs and were stable and I think our parents knew that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;The doctors appointments started and we found out I was due November 7th. M.D. was amazing through the whole thing. I was still living at my parents and was so crazy hormonial and he came every single night and hung out. I started chilling about month 4&amp;nbsp; and we really started to enjoy being pregnant. We went for our ultra sound appointment to find out what we were having and we both cried when she said it was a girl. Then she said "Let me show this to a doctor really quick". My heart sank I knew something had to be wrong. I met with a doctor who wasn't my regular and she very abruptly and quickly said you have lost 80% of the fluid in your amniotic sak and we need you on bed rest till further notice. She then hurried out and left us with open mouths and no answeres. We met with my doctor that following Monday and she said to drink lots of fluids, stay in bed, and she would check me in two weeks. Those were the longest two weeks of my life. We went back in and all was well. I could return to work 3 hours a day if I sat on a stool and only rang customers out. Well this is kind of where all the baby daddy marriage questions come in. The restaurant my parents have is very family oriented and everyone kind&amp;nbsp; of feels like they are family so of course they all knew M.D. and I's story. Well when we found out we were pregnant we wanted to focus on a baby and add marriage later. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HeW8sk7wEfo/Sj-oWkPztmI/AAAAAAAAAOc/YJcMFkH-j3I/s1600-h/5de5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HeW8sk7wEfo/Sj-oWkPztmI/AAAAAAAAAOc/YJcMFkH-j3I/s400/5de5.jpg" tj="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;The rest of my pregnancy was pretty easy going except for swelling like a large &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;water balloon. M.D. and I bought a townhouse and moved in together which was wonderful. I was taking things easy and we were enjoying all our time with friends and family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HeW8sk7wEfo/Sj-shDr2DVI/AAAAAAAAAO8/3m3u-XnOvSg/s1600-h/IMG_0003.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HeW8sk7wEfo/Sj-shDr2DVI/AAAAAAAAAO8/3m3u-XnOvSg/s400/IMG_0003.jpg" tj="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HeW8sk7wEfo/Sj-sd1i4SfI/AAAAAAAAAO0/yCfwYyMaB3w/s1600-h/IMG_0001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HeW8sk7wEfo/Sj-sd1i4SfI/AAAAAAAAAO0/yCfwYyMaB3w/s400/IMG_0001.jpg" tj="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HeW8sk7wEfo/Sj-snGjVe_I/AAAAAAAAAPE/1Vh715B5Au4/s1600-h/IMG_0004.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HeW8sk7wEfo/Sj-snGjVe_I/AAAAAAAAAPE/1Vh715B5Au4/s400/IMG_0004.jpg" tj="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HeW8sk7wEfo/Sj-pNIjaahI/AAAAAAAAAOk/s_AkhCdGApQ/s1600-h/IMG_0005.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HeW8sk7wEfo/Sj-pNIjaahI/AAAAAAAAAOk/s_AkhCdGApQ/s400/IMG_0005.jpg" tj="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I was going to the doctors 3 times a week for fetal monitoring and urine samples. Finally on October 26th my doctor said "it is time for us to take her". I was getting pretty sick and it was going to affect the baby. So on Friday October 27th 2006 we went in to be induced. In all sense of the word we were ready. The room was done, the clothes were washed, the house was spotless, even the carseats had been installed by a professional. They started me on a pitocin drip and after about 3 hours broke my water. My labor pains were awful but I wasn't diolating past a two. I got my epidural and the angels sang. We hung out, lots of friends and family came and went, we took naps and talked the doctor every hour. Finally after about 11 hours of labor all my monitors started going off. My nurse and doctor came in and said you are having a c-section now. I was hysterical M.D. was downstairs with his brother and this was not my plan. within 20 minutes we made it to the operating room (with M.D. thank God) and had a beautiful 6lb. 2oz baby girl. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://im1.shutterfly.com/media/47b8cf22b3127ccec5d204aeecaf00000040O00AbMnDli5csmQPbz4C/cC/f%3D0/ps%3D50/r%3D0/rx%3D550/ry%3D400/" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="304" src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/media/47b8cf22b3127ccec5d204aeecaf00000040O00AbMnDli5csmQPbz4C/cC/f%3D0/ps%3D50/r%3D0/rx%3D550/ry%3D400/" tj="true" width="420" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_N5_eBPW_6Ko/RwkXWffZfhI/AAAAAAAAA3g/62FRGRXn8G0/s1600/DSC_0121.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_N5_eBPW_6Ko/RwkXWffZfhI/AAAAAAAAA3g/62FRGRXn8G0/s400/DSC_0121.JPG" tj="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="304" src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/media/47b8cf22b3127ccec5d38eba4d8200000040O00AbMnDli5csmQPbz4C/cC/f%3D0/ps%3D50/r%3D0/rx%3D550/ry%3D400/" tj="true" width="420" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;To be continued tomorrow...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5873572146828893019-8629813198126745577?l=littlemissmagicmolly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemissmagicmolly.blogspot.com/feeds/8629813198126745577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5873572146828893019&amp;postID=8629813198126745577&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873572146828893019/posts/default/8629813198126745577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873572146828893019/posts/default/8629813198126745577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissmagicmolly.blogspot.com/2009/06/oh-did-you-marry-your-babys-daddy.html' title='Oh did you marry your babys daddy?'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11505901634132696344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HeW8sk7wEfo/SdtebjxIw8I/AAAAAAAAAFM/4dzO3Bd16xs/S220/062_edited.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HeW8sk7wEfo/Sj-oWkPztmI/AAAAAAAAAOc/YJcMFkH-j3I/s72-c/5de5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5873572146828893019.post-132532956125076263</id><published>2009-06-17T07:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T07:37:37.951-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_N5_eBPW_6Ko/Si8RIZ6MvyI/AAAAAAAAHiE/oZtjLBjDvVo/s1600/DSC_2516.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_N5_eBPW_6Ko/Si8RIZ6MvyI/AAAAAAAAHiE/oZtjLBjDvVo/s400/DSC_2516.JPG" tj="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My big fish&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;If you want to participate in Wordless Wednesday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;visit this site and post your link&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wordlesswednesday.com/"&gt;Wordless Wednesday&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/5873572146828893019-132532956125076263?l=littlemissmagicmolly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemissmagicmolly.blogspot.com/feeds/132532956125076263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5873572146828893019&amp;postID=132532956125076263&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873572146828893019/posts/default/132532956125076263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873572146828893019/posts/default/132532956125076263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissmagicmolly.blogspot.com/2009/06/wordless-wednesday_17.html' title='Wordless Wednesday'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11505901634132696344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HeW8sk7wEfo/SdtebjxIw8I/AAAAAAAAAFM/4dzO3Bd16xs/S220/062_edited.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_N5_eBPW_6Ko/Si8RIZ6MvyI/AAAAAAAAHiE/oZtjLBjDvVo/s72-c/DSC_2516.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5873572146828893019.post-2692550686574360248</id><published>2009-06-16T10:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T10:19:59.527-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday TV and my reality on Jon and Kate</title><content type='html'>Apparently the tv Gods got together and decided to make Monday the day my DVR runneth over with good stuff. Well last night I got a little gift and instead of having to watch everything from last night today M.D. was tired and went to bed at 7:30!?!? I was shocked but cool with it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I started the evening with the Bachlorette. I actually really like Jillian and I hope she finds someone. None the less though it is still filled with a bunch of wonderful crap!! My front runners are:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;Jake&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://a.abc.com/media/primetime/bachelorette/images/season/5/bios/jacob/detail/01.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="112" src="http://a.abc.com/media/primetime/bachelorette/images/season/5/bios/jacob/detail/01.jpg" tj="true" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Who I belive is not to perfect and just oh so hottie! I do not think she will pick him and I do think he will be the next bachlor we are watching women make total tools out of themselves over. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Michael&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://a.abc.com/media/primetime/bachelorette/images/season/5/bios/michael/detail/01.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="112" src="http://a.abc.com/media/primetime/bachelorette/images/season/5/bios/michael/detail/01.jpg" tj="true" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;He is my favorite. His personality is just awesome and he is freaking hot! I have a long history with men named Michael. I think they all have a crazy power over me. Once again though Jillian will not pick him either. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Kiptyn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://a.abc.com/media/primetime/bachelorette/images/season/5/bios/kiptyn/detail/01.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="112" src="http://a.abc.com/media/primetime/bachelorette/images/season/5/bios/kiptyn/detail/01.jpg" tj="true" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I am pretty sure she will end up with him. Everytime she looks at him she gets this stupid puppy dog look in her eyes and she has to makeout with him. He is ehh for me but I don't have to live with him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;So after my 2 hours of the Bachlorette I moved on to John and Kate plus 8. We all know how much I love this &lt;a href="http://littlemissmagicmolly.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-jon-and-kate-obsession.html"&gt;show&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp; Last night I was ready with an open mind and heart to see something that I actually liked and after those 30 mins that I use to love so much I have made a MAJOR decision. I am no longer gonna watch John and Kate. I just can't stomach it anymore. If they were working on there marriage and trying to make things better then I would say okay but it is just completly fake now. They have built an empire based on those children. Kate is constantly on. She is snippy at those poor kids and John is nothing but a bump in the way at this point. John isn't much better he runs off any chance he gets he just doesn't drag the kids along. It really is sad and so with that I must bid a farewell to John and Kate because truly you are two very selfish individuals and as a real parent I can no longer stomach the way you choose to parent. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The way they were&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://marvelousgirl.files.wordpress.com/2009/06/jon-and-kate-plus-eight-divorce.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="420" src="http://marvelousgirl.files.wordpress.com/2009/06/jon-and-kate-plus-eight-divorce.jpg" tj="true" width="279" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The way they are now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img2.timeinc.net/ew/dynamic/imgs/090521/jon-and-kate_l.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="420" src="http://img2.timeinc.net/ew/dynamic/imgs/090521/jon-and-kate_l.jpg" tj="true" width="315" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I ended my evening with my FAVORITE show. Which is semi bi-polar on my part being as I just quit Jon and Kate for crap parenting but whatever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I love Weeds and this season is fabulous. I love my drug dealing mama turned semi I have a concious Nancy. She makes me laugh and think about what a life it must be to run tango with the Mexican drug cartel. Okay no not really I know they are bad bad people but we have to have our risky dreams. If you don't watch it and are not a fan of 30 minutes of raunchyness then skip it. But if you are in need of a little raunchy put those kiddos to bed and tune in to my guilty pleasure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fancast.com/blogs/wp-content/post_images/Blog-Weeds-Season-4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="268" src="http://www.fancast.com/blogs/wp-content/post_images/Blog-Weeds-Season-4.jpg" tj="true" width="420" /&gt;&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/5873572146828893019-2692550686574360248?l=littlemissmagicmolly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemissmagicmolly.blogspot.com/feeds/2692550686574360248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5873572146828893019&amp;postID=2692550686574360248&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873572146828893019/posts/default/2692550686574360248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873572146828893019/posts/default/2692550686574360248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissmagicmolly.blogspot.com/2009/06/monday-tv-and-my-reality-on-jon-and.html' title='Monday TV and my reality on Jon and Kate'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11505901634132696344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HeW8sk7wEfo/SdtebjxIw8I/AAAAAAAAAFM/4dzO3Bd16xs/S220/062_edited.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5873572146828893019.post-8921789679362634558</id><published>2009-06-15T09:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T09:35:21.119-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Our weekend including vampire porn</title><content type='html'>So this weekend was crazy for us. M.D. left on Thursday for a baseball game and guys trip in Cleveland. He was suppose to come home on Friday and called Friday morning saying they were going to another game and wouldn't be back until Saturday morning. Well Mosey and I packed Maggie up and headed to my parents. I will never turn down the opportunity to stay at my parents because my dad is the most amazing cook. We had a great time and Mosey loves it over there. We hang outside a whole bunch and eat really great food. Is there anything better?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HeW8sk7wEfo/SjZO1R0vq4I/AAAAAAAAALM/7yOajWkacUM/s1600-h/020.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HeW8sk7wEfo/SjZO1R0vq4I/AAAAAAAAALM/7yOajWkacUM/s400/020.JPG" tj="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HeW8sk7wEfo/SjZPMitABlI/AAAAAAAAALc/jrVi8yjcZLk/s1600-h/019.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HeW8sk7wEfo/SjZPMitABlI/AAAAAAAAALc/jrVi8yjcZLk/s400/019.JPG" tj="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HeW8sk7wEfo/SjZPU-jebMI/AAAAAAAAALk/5SYSaZa67Us/s1600-h/022.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HeW8sk7wEfo/SjZPU-jebMI/AAAAAAAAALk/5SYSaZa67Us/s400/022.JPG" tj="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My dad and Maggie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HeW8sk7wEfo/SjZPbtsRnzI/AAAAAAAAALs/Tsw6aJmSIrw/s1600-h/023.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HeW8sk7wEfo/SjZPbtsRnzI/AAAAAAAAALs/Tsw6aJmSIrw/s400/023.JPG" tj="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Mosey LOVES Maggie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HeW8sk7wEfo/SjZPhDprrpI/AAAAAAAAAL0/w-HUrGOLdrk/s1600-h/025.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HeW8sk7wEfo/SjZPhDprrpI/AAAAAAAAAL0/w-HUrGOLdrk/s400/025.JPG" tj="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My brother hanging out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HeW8sk7wEfo/SjZPk8KzzYI/AAAAAAAAAL8/TrYAGrtmPVo/s1600-h/027.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HeW8sk7wEfo/SjZPk8KzzYI/AAAAAAAAAL8/TrYAGrtmPVo/s400/027.JPG" tj="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My dad making Bananna Fosters on the grill. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;With the break in cooking and the extra help with Mosey it was like a mini vacation for me as well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;We picked M.D. up on Saturday and came home to give daddy some nap time. He must of had a good time because he got home at 1 and slept till 7:30 then went to bed at 9:30. I am thinking he didn't want to let me know he was suffering from a two day hangover. I think that is&amp;nbsp;payback from all our carefree days when he use to give me two day hangover.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://im1.shutterfly.com/media/47b8cf22b3127ccec5d3ff340dac00000040O00AbMnDli5csmQPbz4C/cC/f%3D0/ps%3D50/r%3D0/rx%3D550/ry%3D400/" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="304" src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/media/47b8cf22b3127ccec5d3ff340dac00000040O00AbMnDli5csmQPbz4C/cC/f%3D0/ps%3D50/r%3D0/rx%3D550/ry%3D400/" tj="true" width="420" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; A picture of us back in the day 2 day hangover days. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;With M.D. sleeping and Mosey just hanging out I decided to work on a 4th of July tutu for her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HeW8sk7wEfo/SjZPogBe3eI/AAAAAAAAAME/07f_S7nIdOU/s1600-h/034.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HeW8sk7wEfo/SjZPogBe3eI/AAAAAAAAAME/07f_S7nIdOU/s400/034.JPG" tj="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HeW8sk7wEfo/SjZSHyxTnoI/AAAAAAAAAM8/pHGBAu7qZC4/s1600-h/035.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HeW8sk7wEfo/SjZSHyxTnoI/AAAAAAAAAM8/pHGBAu7qZC4/s400/035.JPG" tj="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I added ribbon to the tutu because it is long enough to be a dress. I can't decide if I like it or not. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Well after that hard work I decided to take a break. I decided to break down and rent Twilight. I keep trying to figure out what the hell the big deal is with it. I settle into the couch and was not expecting to much from it and then BAM all of a sudden I am realizing I am probably gonna be having vampire porn dreams now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.entertainmentpremieres.com/poster/posters/twilightwide.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="316" src="http://www.entertainmentpremieres.com/poster/posters/twilightwide.jpg" tj="true" width="420" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;First off the movie was really good and I am going to get the books this week but oh this little slice of heaven made it over the top&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hWKrRpAbjb0/STKegGCHwoI/AAAAAAAACWE/VzcgkPhXETw/s1600/2367218375_df1718c14b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hWKrRpAbjb0/STKegGCHwoI/AAAAAAAACWE/VzcgkPhXETw/s400/2367218375_df1718c14b.jpg" tj="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I was so happy M.D. was asleep during this movie cause I was major lusting. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I am still floating on the high from my Apron book&amp;nbsp;and decided if I am going to make one&amp;nbsp;of those beauties I need&amp;nbsp;to clean and organize my craft area. Remember not to long ago it was this &lt;a href="http://littlemissmagicmolly.blogspot.com/2009/05/craft-junky-crack.html"&gt;mess&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Well now it looks like this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HeW8sk7wEfo/SjZX7msCYmI/AAAAAAAAANM/-i9Y35QG6mg/s1600-h/036.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HeW8sk7wEfo/SjZX7msCYmI/AAAAAAAAANM/-i9Y35QG6mg/s400/036.JPG" tj="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HeW8sk7wEfo/SjZX_CLDB6I/AAAAAAAAANU/yHMnECrTRVU/s1600-h/037.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HeW8sk7wEfo/SjZX_CLDB6I/AAAAAAAAANU/yHMnECrTRVU/s400/037.JPG" tj="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HeW8sk7wEfo/SjZYCixBHWI/AAAAAAAAANc/chAHppW9F7A/s1600-h/047.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HeW8sk7wEfo/SjZYCixBHWI/AAAAAAAAANc/chAHppW9F7A/s400/047.JPG" tj="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I am gonna give it about two days but atleast it looked nice when I walked downstairs this morning. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Wow I just realized what an awesom load of randomness this blog it today. Hope it makes sense to someone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5873572146828893019-8921789679362634558?l=littlemissmagicmolly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemissmagicmolly.blogspot.com/feeds/8921789679362634558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5873572146828893019&amp;postID=8921789679362634558&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873572146828893019/posts/default/8921789679362634558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873572146828893019/posts/default/8921789679362634558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissmagicmolly.blogspot.com/2009/06/our-weekend-including-vampire-porn.html' title='Our weekend including vampire porn'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11505901634132696344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HeW8sk7wEfo/SdtebjxIw8I/AAAAAAAAAFM/4dzO3Bd16xs/S220/062_edited.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HeW8sk7wEfo/SjZO1R0vq4I/AAAAAAAAALM/7yOajWkacUM/s72-c/020.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5873572146828893019.post-841515599562574916</id><published>2009-06-08T08:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T08:46:38.698-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My domestic diva item</title><content type='html'>What could make house work fun? Yeah, I know we all ask this question and truly it is nothing but I have found something that makes it a little bit more interesting. Gone are the days of plain jane aprons, they are fun, frilly, flirty, and oh so much fun to make now. &lt;br /&gt;I wanted to share with all of you my new favorite thing. It is a book I have been drooling over for like 2 months and I finally got it. It is every bit as wonderful as I thought it was going to be.&amp;nbsp; I have touched every page and am going to make an apron right now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51wKmT-7vbL._SS500_.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" fj="true" height="420" src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51wKmT-7vbL._SS500_.jpg" width="420" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I will post and add pics from this weekend later but I had to share this little lovely first.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5873572146828893019-841515599562574916?l=littlemissmagicmolly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemissmagicmolly.blogspot.com/feeds/841515599562574916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5873572146828893019&amp;postID=841515599562574916&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873572146828893019/posts/default/841515599562574916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873572146828893019/posts/default/841515599562574916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissmagicmolly.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-domestic-diva-item.html' title='My domestic diva item'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11505901634132696344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HeW8sk7wEfo/SdtebjxIw8I/AAAAAAAAAFM/4dzO3Bd16xs/S220/062_edited.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5873572146828893019.post-5417313338792425617</id><published>2009-06-03T08:45:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T08:46:20.481-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday</title><content type='html'>This is where I want to be right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a style="MARGIN-LEFT: 1em; MARGIN-RIGHT: 1em" href="http://im1.shutterfly.com/media/47b8d706b3127ccec5638abe982f00000060O00AbMnDli5csmQPbz4C/cC/f%3D0/ps%3D50/r%3D0/rx%3D550/ry%3D400/" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 461px; HEIGHT: 385px" height="394" src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/media/47b8d706b3127ccec5638abe982f00000060O00AbMnDli5csmQPbz4C/cC/f%3D0/ps%3D50/r%3D0/rx%3D550/ry%3D400/" width="508" border="0" fj="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Molly and my mom at the beach&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;If you want to participate in wordless Wednesday &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;visit this site and add your link&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wordlesswednesday.com/"&gt;Wordless Wednesday&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/5873572146828893019-5417313338792425617?l=littlemissmagicmolly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemissmagicmolly.blogspot.com/feeds/5417313338792425617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5873572146828893019&amp;postID=5417313338792425617&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873572146828893019/posts/default/5417313338792425617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873572146828893019/posts/default/5417313338792425617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissmagicmolly.blogspot.com/2009/06/wordless-wednesday.html' title='Wordless Wednesday'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11505901634132696344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HeW8sk7wEfo/SdtebjxIw8I/AAAAAAAAAFM/4dzO3Bd16xs/S220/062_edited.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5873572146828893019.post-3493529829623570597</id><published>2009-06-01T09:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T09:02:16.130-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rejuvination</title><content type='html'>We had such a fun weekend and it was just what I needed. I have been in a major funk lately (hence no blogging lately). I have been in a major blah blah slump which is truly not like me. I have a very bad tendency to eat my emotions away and I am trying really hard to get all of that back in focus. HELLO, no one likes a 500lb. girl with emotional issues!! M.D. is a very amazing man though and I tend to give him a lot of shit for not seeming to give a shit but he still sticks around and he loves me and that is pretty cool. &lt;br /&gt;So anyways, this great weekend we had. I will have to post pictures later this week when I get some. I forgot my camera all weekend.&amp;nbsp; I am such a dork. Friday Mosey and I helped M.D.'s sister do some baby shopping and went out for breakfast at Cracker Barrell which is like my favorite fat food. M.D.'s sister is do the end of September and I can't wait to have a baby around. After that Mosey and I went to see my Granny for a while. Then M.D. called and asked if he could go play cards (he does this every Friday or/and Saturday) at his boss's. They play some game called Des Moche. M.D.'s boss is hispanic as is everyone else they are around all the time and M.D. seems to fit in perfect. They all speak Spanish around him and he just chills. Needless to say I told him to have fun and Mosey and I crashed dinner at my parents house. My dad is a FANTASTIC cook. &lt;br /&gt;Saturday I worked with my parents as usual and then we headed over to M.D.'s cousin's house for a cookout. It was wonderful to just sit outside and relax.&lt;br /&gt;Sundy M.D.'s mom who is the most AMAZING mother in-law ever decided to have a birthday party for me at his grandparents pool (my birthday it tomorrow). It has been cool here but was 90 yesterday and so I knew I could not get out of getting in the freezing pool with Mosey. So, I swam and M.D. and his brother played basketball and then the rest of his family showed up. He has a huge family. We cooked out and ate a wonderful triple chocolate cake his mom made. M.D.'s cousin who just has happened to become one of my BFF's made me a painting for my birthday and it was based off of all the patterns on Mosey's old baby clothes. I can not wait to post pictures. It is awesome and of course made me cry. &lt;br /&gt;What better way to shake out of a funk and remember what it is all about then a weekend like this. &lt;br /&gt;I promise good pictures later this week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5873572146828893019-3493529829623570597?l=littlemissmagicmolly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemissmagicmolly.blogspot.com/feeds/3493529829623570597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5873572146828893019&amp;postID=3493529829623570597&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873572146828893019/posts/default/3493529829623570597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873572146828893019/posts/default/3493529829623570597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissmagicmolly.blogspot.com/2009/06/rejuvination.html' title='Rejuvination'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11505901634132696344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HeW8sk7wEfo/SdtebjxIw8I/AAAAAAAAAFM/4dzO3Bd16xs/S220/062_edited.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5873572146828893019.post-201574780910062461</id><published>2009-05-20T08:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T08:26:37.902-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v4546/12/107/1419620704/n1419620704_30388648_7610421.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" dj="true" src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v4546/12/107/1419620704/n1419620704_30388648_7610421.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My adorable husband fishing! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;If you want to participate in wordless Wednesday visit this &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;site and add your like&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wordlesswednesday.com/"&gt;Wordless Wednesday&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/5873572146828893019-201574780910062461?l=littlemissmagicmolly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemissmagicmolly.blogspot.com/feeds/201574780910062461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5873572146828893019&amp;postID=201574780910062461&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873572146828893019/posts/default/201574780910062461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873572146828893019/posts/default/201574780910062461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissmagicmolly.blogspot.com/2009/05/wordless-wednesday_20.html' title='Wordless Wednesday'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11505901634132696344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HeW8sk7wEfo/SdtebjxIw8I/AAAAAAAAAFM/4dzO3Bd16xs/S220/062_edited.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5873572146828893019.post-5630984884829092446</id><published>2009-05-15T09:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T09:13:16.442-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Jon and Kate obsession</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img2.timeinc.net/people/i/2009/news/090525/cover.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" dj="true" height="420" src="http://img2.timeinc.net/people/i/2009/news/090525/cover.jpg" width="315" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So today is the day I have waited for all week (wow to actually read that written out is sad). The new People with Kate Gosselin on the cover is out. I am slightly obsessed with this show. I guess I could say this family. My tiny obsession began in the begining when I saw her house with 8 kids. It was clean and organized. WTF?!?! I knew instantly I could not let M.D. watch it because he would be all like "What do you do all day?" and I would be like "Dude I take care of your kid." he would then say "She takes care of 8 kids, does the laundry, keeps the house picked up, cooks 3 meals a day for 10 people, and looks pretty hot while doing it. You on the other hand do a half a load of laundry a day, throw together a half ass meal or two, pretend to pick up 10 minutes before I get home and you are wearing your PJ's and have bed head." I would then say "I walk and feed the dog to asshole."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Well he finally did watch and to my suprise he thought Kate was a total bitch. Which she is but refer to conversation above and I would probably be a bit bitchy if I did that every day too. So I watch diligently every season and soon I am loving this family. The kids are so precious and Mosey is amazed by them. They have the beautiful vow renewal ceremony in Hawaii and are all in love. They buy this new beautiful big home everything seems just so perfect and then BAM!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Jon is having an affair and now Kate is having an affair and they may split up. What happened to my wholesome American family? All that was right in the world has now been crushed. All my hopes and dreams are gone. Okay dramatic I know but still. I find my self now just as addicted to the horror as I was the love. I think this is a true testament of what a little fame does to a family. M.D. comes home yesterday though and informs me that for each episode they both get $47,000.00. We have now decided to call TLC and inform them we are not busy right now and would be more then happy to allow them to film our dysfunction. Every day in our house is a rise and fall. Filled with horror and love. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Well now I wait for Mosey to wake up so I can throw her in my car and run to the store to get my new People. In my "PJ's" of course!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5873572146828893019-5630984884829092446?l=littlemissmagicmolly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemissmagicmolly.blogspot.com/feeds/5630984884829092446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5873572146828893019&amp;postID=5630984884829092446&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873572146828893019/posts/default/5630984884829092446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873572146828893019/posts/default/5630984884829092446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissmagicmolly.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-jon-and-kate-obsession.html' title='My Jon and Kate obsession'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11505901634132696344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HeW8sk7wEfo/SdtebjxIw8I/AAAAAAAAAFM/4dzO3Bd16xs/S220/062_edited.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5873572146828893019.post-817482897206592372</id><published>2009-05-11T08:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T08:55:21.985-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Mothers Day to me</title><content type='html'>I hope all of you lovely mom's had a wonderful Mothers Day. I got to spend the day with all my favorite mothers. I am so very blessed to have married into the most amazing family. The best part though is that it is filled with some awesome photographers. So for mothers day we took some great pictures. 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M.D. played in college and I have grown to love it because of him. He is a die hard Cubs fan and I am a lover of the Mets. Baseball season is usually a very peaceful and fun time in our home but this year we have waged war over a major issue. These morons and there steroid use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Exhibit A. &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 263px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 308px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://weblogs.cltv.com/news/local/chicago/A%20Rod.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Alex Rodriguez&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Although very good looking and considered Mr. Baseball I don't feel it excuses him for steroid use. After the initial release of his past failed steroid tests it took him a month to say he may have taken them but didn't know that is what they were. WHAT THE HELL?!?! I don't know to many people that just take what they are given without asking what it is. M.D. said he still has to have the skills regardless of using the drugs or not and so he just be absolved. Great example for children &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Exhibit B.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 205px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 269px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i585.photobucket.com/albums/ss299/EDTOTO/manny4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Manny Ramirez&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I love Manny. Yesterday though he was suspended for 50 games after testing positive not once (at spring training) but twice (two days ago) for a drug that helps increase testosterone production after steroid use. It is also used for women with fertility problems. He has now come out and said it was used for erectile dysfunction. REALLY?!?! M.D. of course thinks this whole thing is bullshit and Manny is very talented and once again steroids don't help you see the ball to hit it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I think these men are awful role models for children and I think the situation would be different if they came out and said "Yes I did it, I felt so much pressure to perform better and live up to my hype. It was the wrong decision and I apologize. No one should do what I did." But they don't they just lie. For as much money as all of these men make accountability should be top priority. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I suppose the battle will continue to rage at my home. I am just glad to know my darling David Wright is just talented all on his own. Oh and so just amazingly HOT!! He is what amazing dreams are made of.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 487px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 729px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://d.yimg.com/a/p/sp/getty/4a/fullj.9f3613446876f5cb364950b188707414/9f3613446876f5cb364950b188707414-getty-85133720ab010_florida_marli.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5873572146828893019-2705032780180588209?l=littlemissmagicmolly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemissmagicmolly.blogspot.com/feeds/2705032780180588209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5873572146828893019&amp;postID=2705032780180588209&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873572146828893019/posts/default/2705032780180588209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873572146828893019/posts/default/2705032780180588209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissmagicmolly.blogspot.com/2009/05/war-has-been-waged.html' title='The war has been waged...'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11505901634132696344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HeW8sk7wEfo/SdtebjxIw8I/AAAAAAAAAFM/4dzO3Bd16xs/S220/062_edited.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5873572146828893019.post-8972852468077914148</id><published>2009-05-07T08:58:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T08:59:48.682-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Craft junky crack</title><content type='html'>Okay so let me just start out by how much I love love love my Aunt Pam. She is my dads sister and she and I have so much in common. She is also a lover of all things crafty which my mother is not so it is nice having someone to share it with. Sadly though she lives in Florida so we share ideas by phone and she will be here in June and we plan on going craft store crazy. I&amp;nbsp; will probably be in a fabric coma. Anyways, her being the amazing person she is I get a box from her yesterday. A HUGE box from her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://im1.shutterfly.com/media/47b9db26b3127ccec75a9e4fdd6900000040O00AbMnDli5csmQPbz4C/cC/f%3D0/ps%3D50/r%3D0/rx%3D550/ry%3D400/" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" dj="true" src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/media/47b9db26b3127ccec75a9e4fdd6900000040O00AbMnDli5csmQPbz4C/cC/f%3D0/ps%3D50/r%3D0/rx%3D550/ry%3D400/" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inside were tons of clothes and shoes for Mosey. Which she has clothed my child since she was born and I will never be able to show my full gratitude for that. &lt;br /&gt;There were some pink disney princess boots but I am pretty sure Mosey slept in them. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://im1.shutterfly.com/media/47b9db26b3127ccec75a93501cd800000040O00AbMnDli5csmQPbz4C/cC/f%3D0/ps%3D50/r%3D0/rx%3D550/ry%3D400/" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" dj="true" src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/media/47b9db26b3127ccec75a93501cd800000040O00AbMnDli5csmQPbz4C/cC/f%3D0/ps%3D50/r%3D0/rx%3D550/ry%3D400/" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Well also in side this box were about 100 spools of ribbon. I went into overload. I think I almost passed out from excitement.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://im1.shutterfly.com/media/47b9db26b3127ccec75b0cd4fdf700000040O00AbMnDli5csmQPbz4C/cC/f%3D0/ps%3D50/r%3D0/rx%3D550/ry%3D400/" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" dj="true" src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/media/47b9db26b3127ccec75b0cd4fdf700000040O00AbMnDli5csmQPbz4C/cC/f%3D0/ps%3D50/r%3D0/rx%3D550/ry%3D400/" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Oh the things I will make. I do have one very SMALL issue. My craft "room" is actually my dinning room. I have begun to use the chairs as my basket holders such as drawers on a nice craft table. I also have to have a changing of the guards when I go from sewing to making bows and flip-flops. I thought I would share some pictures (which is a little hard for me) but please beware. I am mortified at its disorganization but damn a girl needs her space. As you will see later in my post I don't have much space of my own anywhere. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://im1.shutterfly.com/media/47b9db26b3127ccec75ba00d7c4800000040O00AbMnDli5csmQPbz4C/cC/f%3D0/ps%3D50/r%3D0/rx%3D550/ry%3D400/" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" dj="true" src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/media/47b9db26b3127ccec75ba00d7c4800000040O00AbMnDli5csmQPbz4C/cC/f%3D0/ps%3D50/r%3D0/rx%3D550/ry%3D400/" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://im1.shutterfly.com/media/47b9db26b3127ccec75ad9f69d6b00000040O00AbMnDli5csmQPbz4C/cC/f%3D0/ps%3D50/r%3D0/rx%3D550/ry%3D400/" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" dj="true" src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/media/47b9db26b3127ccec75ad9f69d6b00000040O00AbMnDli5csmQPbz4C/cC/f%3D0/ps%3D50/r%3D0/rx%3D550/ry%3D400/" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://im1.shutterfly.com/media/47b9db26b3127ccec75a71771c8e00000040O00AbMnDli5csmQPbz4C/cC/f%3D0/ps%3D50/r%3D0/rx%3D550/ry%3D400/" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" dj="true" src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/media/47b9db26b3127ccec75a71771c8e00000040O00AbMnDli5csmQPbz4C/cC/f%3D0/ps%3D50/r%3D0/rx%3D550/ry%3D400/" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Yes I know what you are saying. No, we don't eat alot of quality family meals at that table. M.D. is dear enough not to gripe at all about it. He knows I love doing it and it means he can watch as many baseball games in the evenings as he wants. I still lay down and wish everynight for the magic craft fairy to bring me a magic craft room all of my own. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this brings me to my last bit of my own space. Mosey began sleeping with us when she was about 6 months old cause I was so tired from getting up with her in the middle of the night and then getting up for work at 4am that after trying a couple of diffrent things I realized she slept best in bed with us. IT WAS ONLY TEMPORARY THOUGH!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://im1.shutterfly.com/media/47b8cf22b3127ccec5d3bd9f0d2600000040O00AbMnDli5csmQPbz4C/cC/f%3D0/ps%3D50/r%3D0/rx%3D550/ry%3D400/" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" dj="true" src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/media/47b8cf22b3127ccec5d3bd9f0d2600000040O00AbMnDli5csmQPbz4C/cC/f%3D0/ps%3D50/r%3D0/rx%3D550/ry%3D400/" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Fast forward to Mosey being 2 and a half years old and what I am stuck with now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://im1.shutterfly.com/media/47b9db26b3127ccec75b8bb03c7800000040O00AbMnDli5csmQPbz4C/cC/f%3D0/ps%3D50/r%3D0/rx%3D550/ry%3D400/" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" dj="true" src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/media/47b9db26b3127ccec75b8bb03c7800000040O00AbMnDli5csmQPbz4C/cC/f%3D0/ps%3D50/r%3D0/rx%3D550/ry%3D400/" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Oh yes that is my side of the bed as well. We have tried everything to get her in to her own big girl bed but she ends up in ours before morning. I know I did this to my self and you know what I don't regret it for a second. Sometimes when I was working it was some of the only time I got to spend with her. Now I spend tons of time with her. LOL Maybe I will turn her room into my craft room and we can all just be one big happy family in our bed with a nice dinning room downstairs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5873572146828893019-8972852468077914148?l=littlemissmagicmolly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemissmagicmolly.blogspot.com/feeds/8972852468077914148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5873572146828893019&amp;postID=8972852468077914148&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873572146828893019/posts/default/8972852468077914148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873572146828893019/posts/default/8972852468077914148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissmagicmolly.blogspot.com/2009/05/craft-junky-crack.html' title='Craft junky crack'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11505901634132696344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HeW8sk7wEfo/SdtebjxIw8I/AAAAAAAAAFM/4dzO3Bd16xs/S220/062_edited.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5873572146828893019.post-5749738685136333626</id><published>2009-05-06T08:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T08:34:03.264-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://im1.shutterfly.com/media/47b8ce06b3127ccec523ae21b2a900000060O00AbMnDli5csmQPbz4C/cC/f%3D0/ps%3D50/r%3D0/rx%3D550/ry%3D400/" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" dj="true" height="304" src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/media/47b8ce06b3127ccec523ae21b2a900000060O00AbMnDli5csmQPbz4C/cC/f%3D0/ps%3D50/r%3D0/rx%3D550/ry%3D400/" width="420" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;In honor of Mothers day a picture of Mosey and I&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;If you want to participate in wordless Wednesday visit this &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;site and add your like.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wordlesswednesday.com/"&gt;Wordless Wednesday&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/5873572146828893019-5749738685136333626?l=littlemissmagicmolly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemissmagicmolly.blogspot.com/feeds/5749738685136333626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5873572146828893019&amp;postID=5749738685136333626&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873572146828893019/posts/default/5749738685136333626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873572146828893019/posts/default/5749738685136333626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissmagicmolly.blogspot.com/2009/05/wordless-wednesday.html' title='Wordless Wednesday'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11505901634132696344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HeW8sk7wEfo/SdtebjxIw8I/AAAAAAAAAFM/4dzO3Bd16xs/S220/062_edited.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5873572146828893019.post-8376870255497214349</id><published>2009-05-05T08:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T08:36:26.953-05:00</updated><title type='text'>M.I.A.</title><content type='html'>I feel like I have been neglecting a child. I can not belive I have not posted in a week. What is wrong with me? In all fairness Mosey has been so sick God love her and I have been working on some new creations lately. Not to mention my mom bought fabric for valencies and I am making them for her. I can not even begin to explain the overwhelming pressure these things are putting on me. Perfection is the only option on this one. Yes my mother scares me and she still has that power to make me feel about the size of a 2 year old when she finds fault.&amp;nbsp; I am about to go finish this damn project but I felt the need to write on here and show a little independence first. LOL Plus, I have a really funny Mosey story. So last night I was sewing and she said she needed to go potty (she has a whole little set up in the bathroom) so I just said okay and kept sewing. About 1 minute later I hear the potty flush and her start screaming. I walk in the bathroom and her arm is stuck in the hole in the bowl and to top it off she flushed the toilet while it was in there. I almost wet my pants I was laughing so hard. Before you think I am a bad parent I did get her arm out and asses the damage, then&amp;nbsp;I fell over laughing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5873572146828893019-8376870255497214349?l=littlemissmagicmolly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemissmagicmolly.blogspot.com/feeds/8376870255497214349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5873572146828893019&amp;postID=8376870255497214349&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873572146828893019/posts/default/8376870255497214349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873572146828893019/posts/default/8376870255497214349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissmagicmolly.blogspot.com/2009/05/mia.html' title='M.I.A.'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11505901634132696344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HeW8sk7wEfo/SdtebjxIw8I/AAAAAAAAAFM/4dzO3Bd16xs/S220/062_edited.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5873572146828893019.post-8228264675188327076</id><published>2009-04-28T08:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T08:21:27.943-05:00</updated><title type='text'>OH MY GOSH!!!</title><content type='html'>Oh my gosh I am so freaking excited, I got my first awards EVER today. They are both from Veronic Lee over at &lt;a href="http://ofmiceandramen.blogspot.com/"&gt;Of mice and ramen&lt;/a&gt;. She is so sweet and always has the coolest pictures on her blog posts. Please go check her out. With out further ado my two awards:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fmBQgq80Ft8/SfW6xm7GHOI/AAAAAAAADBw/m9xLpWixN1c/s1600/pic.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fmBQgq80Ft8/SfW6xm7GHOI/AAAAAAAADBw/m9xLpWixN1c/s320/pic.bmp" yi="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fmBQgq80Ft8/SfW7WFQXqcI/AAAAAAAADB4/7upmYvREQJQ/s1600/pic.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fmBQgq80Ft8/SfW7WFQXqcI/AAAAAAAADB4/7upmYvREQJQ/s320/pic.bmp" yi="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This award reads:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;"The blogger who receives this award belives in the Tao of the Zombie Chicken, excellence, grace, and persistence in all situations, even in the midst of a zombie apocolypse. These amazing bloggers regularly produce content so remarkable that their readers would brave a raving pack of zombie chickens just to be able to read their inspiring words. As a receipent of this world-renowned award, you now have the task of passing it on to atleast 5 other worthy bloggers. Do not risk the wrath of the zombie chickens by choosing unwisely or not choosing at all..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Now I have to pass them on. So many amazing bloggers to choose from!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5873572146828893019-8228264675188327076?l=littlemissmagicmolly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemissmagicmolly.blogspot.com/feeds/8228264675188327076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5873572146828893019&amp;postID=8228264675188327076&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873572146828893019/posts/default/8228264675188327076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873572146828893019/posts/default/8228264675188327076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissmagicmolly.blogspot.com/2009/04/oh-my-gosh.html' title='OH MY GOSH!!!'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11505901634132696344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HeW8sk7wEfo/SdtebjxIw8I/AAAAAAAAAFM/4dzO3Bd16xs/S220/062_edited.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fmBQgq80Ft8/SfW6xm7GHOI/AAAAAAAADBw/m9xLpWixN1c/s72-c/pic.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5873572146828893019.post-2435153021173446916</id><published>2009-04-27T09:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T09:00:54.377-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Zoo day</title><content type='html'>It was so pretty here this weekend so we took full advantage of it and headed out to the zoo Sunday. We even helped my dad on some home projects he had to do Saturday for my mom so he could come with us. I was really glad he was going cause Mosey and a very large public area was making me pretty nervous. She has just been so independant lately. Well she was actually quite the angel. She had a moment or two but what 2 1/2 year old doesn't? We have a pretty zoo here and it was just big enough for Mosey. &lt;br /&gt;You know though whenever you are out somewhere like that you always see the most interesting people. Well I just have to share this one with you. I was taking pictures the Meerkats and Mosey was looking at them down below with my dad and M.D. Well this kid who is 8 or 9 is standing next to me with his family (he is rocking a mohawk). He looks at the meerkats and says those aren't cats those are fucking rodents. My jaw falls open and I am just waiting for this kid to get beat or something and all of a sudden everyone he is with starts cracking up. I had to walk away cause I was about to beat that kid since no one else would!! Other then that though not to many other heart attacks. Here are some pics from our day. 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margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HeW8sk7wEfo/SfW5X_nqs5I/AAAAAAAAAIo/AFiJe8w5T_8/s320/062.JPG" yi="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HeW8sk7wEfo/SfW5c-jTdRI/AAAAAAAAAIw/oi12coJZ0Hc/s1600-h/066.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HeW8sk7wEfo/SfW5c-jTdRI/AAAAAAAAAIw/oi12coJZ0Hc/s320/066.JPG" yi="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HeW8sk7wEfo/SfW5gUk9ztI/AAAAAAAAAI4/Mo96MZWeH_w/s1600-h/069.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HeW8sk7wEfo/SfW5gUk9ztI/AAAAAAAAAI4/Mo96MZWeH_w/s320/069.JPG" yi="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HeW8sk7wEfo/SfW5jViwTxI/AAAAAAAAAJA/CoFMt9G67ms/s1600-h/075.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HeW8sk7wEfo/SfW5jViwTxI/AAAAAAAAAJA/CoFMt9G67ms/s320/075.JPG" yi="true" /&gt;&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/5873572146828893019-2435153021173446916?l=littlemissmagicmolly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemissmagicmolly.blogspot.com/feeds/2435153021173446916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5873572146828893019&amp;postID=2435153021173446916&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873572146828893019/posts/default/2435153021173446916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873572146828893019/posts/default/2435153021173446916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissmagicmolly.blogspot.com/2009/04/zoo-day.html' title='Zoo day'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11505901634132696344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HeW8sk7wEfo/SdtebjxIw8I/AAAAAAAAAFM/4dzO3Bd16xs/S220/062_edited.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HeW8sk7wEfo/SfW4F7Df5XI/AAAAAAAAAHg/ZfQrhkj-Zm4/s72-c/020.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5873572146828893019.post-2192423251621892429</id><published>2009-04-24T08:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T08:28:15.985-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally Friday</title><content type='html'>Geez this week has been a long one. I had a 24 hour bug yesterday which was just way more fun then y'all want to know about. I think this week drug by because this weekend is going to be amazing and we have so many fun things we are going to do. It is main street festival in our downtown this weekend so we are gonna go Saturday and then Sunday we are going to the zoo. I am so excited. I know Mosey is going to go crazy over it. So I don't have a whole lot new so I will fill this blog with some silly Mosey stories from the week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I truly belive she might have munchausen syndrome (okay not truly but it is quite funny). She is always talking about these "boo boos" she has. This morning she is walking around with two huge band-aids on her arms because she SAYS her friend at school bit her. Trust me there is nothing wrong with her. I guess it must be an obsession with the band-aids cause let me tell you that child is a tank. She runs into walls and falls down and just keeps on going. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://thumbp2.mail.vip.ac4.yahoo.com/tn?sid=2308832558&amp;amp;mid=AEcJDUwAAO08SfG8IwxtvACUxjE&amp;amp;partid=2&amp;amp;f=656&amp;amp;fid=Inbox" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="315" src="http://thumbp2.mail.vip.ac4.yahoo.com/tn?sid=2308832558&amp;amp;mid=AEcJDUwAAO08SfG8IwxtvACUxjE&amp;amp;partid=2&amp;amp;f=656&amp;amp;fid=Inbox" width="420" yi="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;She also spent a day this week insisting she needed to wear my hat. We have 500 hats in this house but it had to be the one on my head! Cause she really wanted to just laugh at my hair I am pretty sure. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://thumbp2.mail.vip.ac4.yahoo.com/tn?sid=2308832558&amp;amp;mid=AFIJDUwAAYY8SfG7YQzfFV288Ds&amp;amp;partid=2&amp;amp;f=656&amp;amp;fid=Inbox" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="315" src="http://thumbp2.mail.vip.ac4.yahoo.com/tn?sid=2308832558&amp;amp;mid=AFIJDUwAAYY8SfG7YQzfFV288Ds&amp;amp;partid=2&amp;amp;f=656&amp;amp;fid=Inbox" width="420" yi="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I think this might be my favorite picture from this week. She is suppose to be taking a nap but the dog decided she wanted to take a nap and Mosey had to move to the other side of her bed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://thumbp2.mail.vip.ac4.yahoo.com/tn?sid=2308832558&amp;amp;mid=AEsJDUwAAPVsSfG8FwRd8TvLzv8&amp;amp;partid=2&amp;amp;f=656&amp;amp;fid=Inbox" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="317" src="http://thumbp2.mail.vip.ac4.yahoo.com/tn?sid=2308832558&amp;amp;mid=AEsJDUwAAPVsSfG8FwRd8TvLzv8&amp;amp;partid=2&amp;amp;f=656&amp;amp;fid=Inbox" width="420" yi="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Sorry all the pictures this week were from my phone and they are pretty grainy. Have a wonderful Friday everyone!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5873572146828893019-2192423251621892429?l=littlemissmagicmolly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemissmagicmolly.blogspot.com/feeds/2192423251621892429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5873572146828893019&amp;postID=2192423251621892429&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873572146828893019/posts/default/2192423251621892429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873572146828893019/posts/default/2192423251621892429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissmagicmolly.blogspot.com/2009/04/finally-friday.html' title='Finally Friday'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11505901634132696344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HeW8sk7wEfo/SdtebjxIw8I/AAAAAAAAAFM/4dzO3Bd16xs/S220/062_edited.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5873572146828893019.post-2156962745786358283</id><published>2009-04-22T08:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T08:17:31.859-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday</title><content type='html'>Happy earthday everyone! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_N5_eBPW_6Ko/Se0_17bJGbI/AAAAAAAAHR4/g-Wdp6q2Y54/s1600/DSC_1097.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_N5_eBPW_6Ko/Se0_17bJGbI/AAAAAAAAHR4/g-Wdp6q2Y54/s400/DSC_1097.JPG" yi="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Mosey on Easter! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;If you want to participate in wordless wednesday visit this site and add your link.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wordlesswednesday.com/"&gt;wordless wednesday&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/5873572146828893019-2156962745786358283?l=littlemissmagicmolly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemissmagicmolly.blogspot.com/feeds/2156962745786358283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5873572146828893019&amp;postID=2156962745786358283&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873572146828893019/posts/default/2156962745786358283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873572146828893019/posts/default/2156962745786358283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissmagicmolly.blogspot.com/2009/04/wordless-wednesday.html' title='Wordless Wednesday'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11505901634132696344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HeW8sk7wEfo/SdtebjxIw8I/AAAAAAAAAFM/4dzO3Bd16xs/S220/062_edited.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_N5_eBPW_6Ko/Se0_17bJGbI/AAAAAAAAHR4/g-Wdp6q2Y54/s72-c/DSC_1097.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5873572146828893019.post-1804233268188863145</id><published>2009-04-21T09:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T09:46:34.320-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Guns in bars and parks?!?!?!</title><content type='html'>Okay I seriously can not take it anymore. Our state is at an all time high 10% unemployment rate, we are seeing a mass property tax shortfall due to the economy, and our state goverment has spent two months working on these bills:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Bill passed to allow guns in bars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wkrn.com/Global/story.asp?S=10197587"&gt;http://www.wkrn.com/Global/story.asp?S=10197587&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Bill passed by the House to allow guns in parks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wkrn.com/global/story.asp?s=10216058"&gt;http://www.wkrn.com/global/story.asp?s=10216058&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Bill to allow wine to cross state lines&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wkrn.com/Global/story.asp?S=10091061"&gt;http://www.wkrn.com/Global/story.asp?S=10091061&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Bill to designate milk as official state beverage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wkrn.com/Global/story.asp?S=10079366"&gt;http://www.wkrn.com/Global/story.asp?S=10079366&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Bill to bring distilleries to more counties&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wkrn.com/Global/story.asp?S=10154763"&gt;http://www.wkrn.com/Global/story.asp?S=10154763&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is insane!!! So basically I can now go to a park or a bar with my AK and not have to worry someone is gonna piss me off and make me leave. Let me tell you I think this is grand. I plan on taking Mosey to the park today and let me tell you if&amp;nbsp; she and little "Sally" have any issues her mama and I are gonna be talking at the end of my shotgun barrel. REALLY?!?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do think the milk as the state drink is odd. I mean come on we make Jack Daniels here. Who are we fooling? It is obvious the milk is a cover up for what is really going on around here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I think we are off to the park. First a stop at the liquor store for some "milk", a stop at the hunting section for some shotgun shells, and then off for a FUN filled day in the sun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://salsa.democracyinaction.org/o/1184/images/squirrel_n_gun.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://salsa.democracyinaction.org/o/1184/images/squirrel_n_gun.jpg" width="156" yi="true" /&gt;&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/5873572146828893019-1804233268188863145?l=littlemissmagicmolly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemissmagicmolly.blogspot.com/feeds/1804233268188863145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5873572146828893019&amp;postID=1804233268188863145&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873572146828893019/posts/default/1804233268188863145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873572146828893019/posts/default/1804233268188863145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissmagicmolly.blogspot.com/2009/04/guns-in-bars-and-parks.html' title='Guns in bars and parks?!?!?!'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11505901634132696344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HeW8sk7wEfo/SdtebjxIw8I/AAAAAAAAAFM/4dzO3Bd16xs/S220/062_edited.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5873572146828893019.post-4867161345881682985</id><published>2009-04-16T08:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T08:43:50.365-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"HOTTIE" pants</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51kPmg1OhgL._SS500_.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="420" src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51kPmg1OhgL._SS500_.jpg" width="420" yi="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I picked this up the other day at Borders and I literally read it in under two hours. I was laying on the couch reading and M.D. was sucked into his little playstation world ( I so do not get it but that is a rant for another time). I was laughing so hard he kept looking back at me like I was crazy. I really picked it up because it&amp;nbsp;looked funny and I have this kick that I am on right now that she also addresses. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I can not understand first off why any parent thinks it is okay to buy your 10 year old pants that say "HOTTIE" or "JUICY" on the ass but then for the parent to also wander into the juniors section and buy the matching pants. WHO DOES THIS??? As a parent you have to wonder what kind of attention you are looking to attract with these pants and outfits. 10 or 12 year old boys? It is wonderful if you can fit into a size 2 again after children. Yes we are all jeleous but please do it with respect. I can speak for myself and say I can never once remember thinking I hope my child wants to wear skanky clothes because I will encourage it and match it. Clothes like this lead to rumors and rumors lead to actions. I can promise that I will do everything in my power to keep that child from sex and drugs and all those wonderful things. Can I totally prevent it? No, but I will go to sleep everynight knowing that I did all I could do. Top of my list will be to beging practicing the words HELL NO for when she asks for some hottie pants. "Sorry baby mommy can't fit into those&amp;nbsp; too so we will need to look for another option."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://edpas.net/journal-images/kokura-fashion-2005-spring/day4-2/img_1084c2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="420" src="http://edpas.net/journal-images/kokura-fashion-2005-spring/day4-2/img_1084c2.jpg" width="312" yi="true" /&gt;&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/5873572146828893019-4867161345881682985?l=littlemissmagicmolly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemissmagicmolly.blogspot.com/feeds/4867161345881682985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5873572146828893019&amp;postID=4867161345881682985&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873572146828893019/posts/default/4867161345881682985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873572146828893019/posts/default/4867161345881682985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissmagicmolly.blogspot.com/2009/04/hottie-pants.html' title='&quot;HOTTIE&quot; pants'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11505901634132696344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HeW8sk7wEfo/SdtebjxIw8I/AAAAAAAAAFM/4dzO3Bd16xs/S220/062_edited.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5873572146828893019.post-3334713314786725582</id><published>2009-04-14T09:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T09:39:18.903-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just for laughs...</title><content type='html'>It is a cool dreary day here and so I thought I would just post something that I know will make me laugh. I hope it makes everyone laugh. Actually if it doesn't you have no sense of humor and probably shouldn't read my blog anymore! 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We had a very nice easy day and were so blessed to get beautiful weather. We even avoided a total Mosey sugar melt down. I still don't know how we didn't have one (she was eating a whole bag of jelly beans when I was in the shower...thank you M.D.). Probably my true&amp;nbsp;Easter gift. THANK YOU EASTER BUNNY!! &amp;nbsp;We spent half the day with my family and half the day with M.D.'s family. Which truly it is just all of our family. Here are some pics from our day. I am hoping to get some back from M.D.'s cousin who takes amazing pictures and will post those soon if I do. OH WAIT...by the way I made her dress, shoes, and bows. Yes I am patting myself on the back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HeW8sk7wEfo/SeKvxOVFlEI/AAAAAAAAAG8/7WmvpT0wNY0/s1600-h/029.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ki="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HeW8sk7wEfo/SeKvxOVFlEI/AAAAAAAAAG8/7WmvpT0wNY0/s400/029.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HeW8sk7wEfo/SeKtGUUFdsI/AAAAAAAAAGU/f5cI6N5aMzU/s1600-h/030.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ki="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HeW8sk7wEfo/SeKtGUUFdsI/AAAAAAAAAGU/f5cI6N5aMzU/s400/030.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HeW8sk7wEfo/SeKt7hSb5FI/AAAAAAAAAGc/eEBucn6IhIY/s1600-h/043.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ki="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HeW8sk7wEfo/SeKt7hSb5FI/AAAAAAAAAGc/eEBucn6IhIY/s400/043.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My brother built her a "fort"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HeW8sk7wEfo/SeKuHDe_X6I/AAAAAAAAAGk/fjHBrde37S0/s1600-h/054.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ki="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HeW8sk7wEfo/SeKuHDe_X6I/AAAAAAAAAGk/fjHBrde37S0/s400/054.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HeW8sk7wEfo/SeKulXu282I/AAAAAAAAAGs/aRNpgdeBQrk/s1600-h/056.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ki="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HeW8sk7wEfo/SeKulXu282I/AAAAAAAAAGs/aRNpgdeBQrk/s400/056.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HeW8sk7wEfo/SeKuwLbMjVI/AAAAAAAAAG0/lqwAw38Pw30/s1600-h/061.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ki="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HeW8sk7wEfo/SeKuwLbMjVI/AAAAAAAAAG0/lqwAw38Pw30/s400/061.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Out on the couch after a fun day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Happy Easter everyone! I hope your day was as blessed as ours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5873572146828893019-9198075178176265705?l=littlemissmagicmolly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemissmagicmolly.blogspot.com/feeds/9198075178176265705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5873572146828893019&amp;postID=9198075178176265705&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873572146828893019/posts/default/9198075178176265705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873572146828893019/posts/default/9198075178176265705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissmagicmolly.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-easter.html' title='Happy Easter'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11505901634132696344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HeW8sk7wEfo/SdtebjxIw8I/AAAAAAAAAFM/4dzO3Bd16xs/S220/062_edited.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HeW8sk7wEfo/SeKvxOVFlEI/AAAAAAAAAG8/7WmvpT0wNY0/s72-c/029.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5873572146828893019.post-7394483520540875745</id><published>2009-04-11T08:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T08:44:01.918-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts and prayers...</title><content type='html'>Mother nature never ceases to amaze me with her power and randomness. These are pictures from a storm that came through our city yesterday&amp;nbsp;and devestated a town 15 minutes away from&amp;nbsp; us. &lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://cmsimg.tennessean.com/apps/pbcsi.dll/bilde?NewTbl=1&amp;amp;Site=DN&amp;amp;Date=20090410&amp;amp;Category=NEWS01" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ki="true" src="http://cmsimg.tennessean.com/apps/pbcsi.dll/bilde?NewTbl=1&amp;amp;Site=DN&amp;amp;Date=20090410&amp;amp;Category=NEWS01" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://cmsimg.tennessean.com/apps/pbcsi.dll/bilde?NewTbl=1&amp;amp;Site=DN&amp;amp;Date=20090410&amp;amp;Category=NEWS01&amp;amp;ArtNo=904100835&amp;amp;Ref=PH&amp;amp;Item=8&amp;amp;Maxw=542&amp;amp;Maxh=352&amp;amp;q=60" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" ki="true" src="http://cmsimg.tennessean.com/apps/pbcsi.dll/bilde?NewTbl=1&amp;amp;Site=DN&amp;amp;Date=20090410&amp;amp;Category=NEWS01&amp;amp;ArtNo=904100835&amp;amp;Ref=PH&amp;amp;Item=8&amp;amp;Maxw=542&amp;amp;Maxh=352&amp;amp;q=60" width="420" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://cmsimg.tennessean.com/apps/pbcsi.dll/bilde?NewTbl=1&amp;amp;Site=DN&amp;amp;Date=20090410&amp;amp;Category=NEWS01&amp;amp;ArtNo=904100835&amp;amp;Ref=PH&amp;amp;Item=1&amp;amp;Maxw=542&amp;amp;Maxh=352&amp;amp;q=60" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="231" ki="true" src="http://cmsimg.tennessean.com/apps/pbcsi.dll/bilde?NewTbl=1&amp;amp;Site=DN&amp;amp;Date=20090410&amp;amp;Category=NEWS01&amp;amp;ArtNo=904100835&amp;amp;Ref=PH&amp;amp;Item=1&amp;amp;Maxw=542&amp;amp;Maxh=352&amp;amp;q=60" width="420" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://cmsimg.tennessean.com/apps/pbcsi.dll/bilde?NewTbl=1&amp;amp;Site=DN&amp;amp;Date=20090410&amp;amp;Category=NEWS01&amp;amp;ArtNo=904100836&amp;amp;Ref=PH&amp;amp;Item=47&amp;amp;Maxw=542&amp;amp;Maxh=352&amp;amp;q=60" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="279" ki="true" src="http://cmsimg.tennessean.com/apps/pbcsi.dll/bilde?NewTbl=1&amp;amp;Site=DN&amp;amp;Date=20090410&amp;amp;Category=NEWS01&amp;amp;ArtNo=904100836&amp;amp;Ref=PH&amp;amp;Item=47&amp;amp;Maxw=542&amp;amp;Maxh=352&amp;amp;q=60" width="420" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://cmsimg.tennessean.com/apps/pbcsi.dll/bilde?NewTbl=1&amp;amp;Site=DN&amp;amp;Date=20090410&amp;amp;Category=NEWS01&amp;amp;ArtNo=904100836&amp;amp;Ref=PH&amp;amp;Item=62&amp;amp;Maxw=542&amp;amp;Maxh=352&amp;amp;q=60" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="281" ki="true" src="http://cmsimg.tennessean.com/apps/pbcsi.dll/bilde?NewTbl=1&amp;amp;Site=DN&amp;amp;Date=20090410&amp;amp;Category=NEWS01&amp;amp;ArtNo=904100836&amp;amp;Ref=PH&amp;amp;Item=62&amp;amp;Maxw=542&amp;amp;Maxh=352&amp;amp;q=60" width="420" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;These are just a few pictures. The devestiation is vast. Please keep these families and community in your thoughts and prayers this Easter weekend. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5873572146828893019-7394483520540875745?l=littlemissmagicmolly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemissmagicmolly.blogspot.com/feeds/7394483520540875745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5873572146828893019&amp;postID=7394483520540875745&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873572146828893019/posts/default/7394483520540875745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873572146828893019/posts/default/7394483520540875745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissmagicmolly.blogspot.com/2009/04/thoughts-and-prayers.html' title='Thoughts and prayers...'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11505901634132696344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HeW8sk7wEfo/SdtebjxIw8I/AAAAAAAAAFM/4dzO3Bd16xs/S220/062_edited.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5873572146828893019.post-1575203605842338471</id><published>2009-04-09T19:44:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T20:01:25.903-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My husbands WTF moment...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;So for the last 2 months or so on the days that Mosey goes to school I always take her and pick her up. Well she has been down right difficult to get out of school. Throwing fits, kicking, screaming at the top of her lungs, and of course my favorite as I am standing there dragging her she yells "NO HIT ME MOMMY". Oh she has no idea how bad I want to beat her butt. I don't even know where the hell she picked that one up at. We literally live 30 seconds from the daycare but by the time I get home I look like I have been through WW3 and am ready to scream and she walks right in and hugs her daddy and tells him how much she loves him. I then tell him she is getting everything taken away and can't speak for a week along with timeout for a year. He laughs and says "Oh it can't be that bad." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well today M.D. picked me up from work since he is off tomorrow and we went and got Mosey together. She pulled out all the stops for him and to add fuel to the fire there were tons of parents up front cause they got pictures back today. He finally gets her over his shoulder and she is screaming and kicking and he runs into a friend he played baseball with and is so embarassed. Of course that guy got it and just laughed. He gets her in the car and she does my most favorite thing. Sticks her legs stick straight up against the back seat and won't let you get her in the seat. Needless to say when we got home she had a nice talk and some toys taken away. AHHHHHHHH sweet justice!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay on a side note I am looking for opinions on kiddie leashes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 500px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i.walmartimages.com/i/p/00/07/15/34/53/0007153453851_AV_500X500.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I always thought I would never and I mean NEVER but Mosey is getting a little to wild for me and holding hands in a parking lot has become a crazy fight. Gosh I am so that mom I was never going to be. I just want to know what you guys think of them. Yes, No, Child abuse? Let me know.&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/5873572146828893019-1575203605842338471?l=littlemissmagicmolly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemissmagicmolly.blogspot.com/feeds/1575203605842338471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5873572146828893019&amp;postID=1575203605842338471&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873572146828893019/posts/default/1575203605842338471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873572146828893019/posts/default/1575203605842338471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissmagicmolly.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-husbands-wtf-moment.html' title='My husbands WTF moment...'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11505901634132696344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HeW8sk7wEfo/SdtebjxIw8I/AAAAAAAAAFM/4dzO3Bd16xs/S220/062_edited.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5873572146828893019.post-3651666634362928216</id><published>2009-04-06T09:26:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T09:41:43.544-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Catch up...</title><content type='html'>So this week is the ever so popular Spring Break and all the kiddos that work for my parents have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;peaced&lt;/span&gt; out for that first fab beach experience without there rents. I am assuming that at this point they are all suffering from serious sun &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;poison&lt;/span&gt; and toxic hangovers. Oh to be able to have that much fun again. I on the other hand am being the fabulous person I am and helping out with the extra hours so I haven't been around here much. I thought I would play a little catch up today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had to stop by there the other day and had Mosey with me. I was talking with my mom and realized I hadn't heard Mosey in a minute so I went looking for her. I am just gonna call this what it is...Way illegal child labor!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321586554211515474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HeW8sk7wEfo/SdoSxq1FvFI/AAAAAAAAAEk/dANsMcZpYaQ/s400/IMG00440.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321586714602876322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HeW8sk7wEfo/SdoS7AVXraI/AAAAAAAAAEs/_nrFkJW2M98/s400/IMG00441.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321586891774283458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 303px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HeW8sk7wEfo/SdoTFUWUzsI/AAAAAAAAAE0/zJqeAkBGIfo/s400/IMG00442.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I personally love that she even had the gloves on. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also got to have a little mommy time and it was AWESOME! I finally used a gift certificate I got for mothers day last year to get a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;pedi&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321587569007572146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HeW8sk7wEfo/SdoTsvPUtLI/AAAAAAAAAE8/kDiHvXiNoiA/s400/IMG00443.jpg" border="0" /&gt;M.D. said they were way to bright and I told him to kiss my ass. They make me think of summer and not of the fact we are suppose to get snow flurries today (it was 75 yesterday)!&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/5873572146828893019-3651666634362928216?l=littlemissmagicmolly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemissmagicmolly.blogspot.com/feeds/3651666634362928216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5873572146828893019&amp;postID=3651666634362928216&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873572146828893019/posts/default/3651666634362928216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873572146828893019/posts/default/3651666634362928216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissmagicmolly.blogspot.com/2009/04/catch-up.html' title='Catch up...'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11505901634132696344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HeW8sk7wEfo/SdtebjxIw8I/AAAAAAAAAFM/4dzO3Bd16xs/S220/062_edited.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HeW8sk7wEfo/SdoSxq1FvFI/AAAAAAAAAEk/dANsMcZpYaQ/s72-c/IMG00440.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5873572146828893019.post-9221141726331055500</id><published>2009-03-31T22:28:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T23:02:17.403-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It must be magic</title><content type='html'>Okay so I am kind of a TV bitch because I never and I mean NEVER get to watch what I want. So, on the rare &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;occassion&lt;/span&gt; I do get to have it I usually use it as a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;torcher&lt;/span&gt; object for my husband. This evening for example I surfed over  to 18 Kids and Counting on TLC. I have been using this show as my latest &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;torcher&lt;/span&gt; tool and at first it was a little difficult and disturbing for me to watch so I knew it had to be working but now I am sucked in. These people are semi-psycho but I think they have it figured out. I was laying on the couch thinking how I would never have the energy for that many children (I tire easily with one) but if you watch closely it is a total buddy system. All the kids do all of the house work; cooking, cleaning, laundry, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;caring&lt;/span&gt; for someone younger then them. THESE PEOPLE ARE GENIUS!!! I think I am going to head to the bedroom and get to working on my Molly Maid crew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Duggar_family"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Duggar_family&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5873572146828893019-9221141726331055500?l=littlemissmagicmolly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemissmagicmolly.blogspot.com/feeds/9221141726331055500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5873572146828893019&amp;postID=9221141726331055500&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873572146828893019/posts/default/9221141726331055500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873572146828893019/posts/default/9221141726331055500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissmagicmolly.blogspot.com/2009/03/it-must-be-magic.html' title='It must be magic'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11505901634132696344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HeW8sk7wEfo/SdtebjxIw8I/AAAAAAAAAFM/4dzO3Bd16xs/S220/062_edited.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5873572146828893019.post-4788234218377260884</id><published>2009-03-30T10:14:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T10:44:09.649-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Daddy daycare</title><content type='html'>I work on Saturdays with my parents and I have very quickly come to the conclusion that when mommy is away life is chaos! So this Saturday I left for work at 9:30 and was home by 3:30. A total of 6 hours which in my  opinion is not that long nor should it be THAT damn difficult. I wanted to share with all of you the joy I came home to... &lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319000537660118386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HeW8sk7wEfo/SdDizsdX1XI/AAAAAAAAAEU/ur8rl8QhvoY/s400/146.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not only is she running around in a pull-up and it's cold outside she is wearing a shirt that is way to small and oh wait, check that out a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;KOOL&lt;/span&gt;-AID mustache. I go to the grocery store for juice boxes and shell out for the good ones with no sugar and she gets &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;KOOL&lt;/span&gt;-AID? WHAT THE HELL!! I should of included the picture of my husband sprawled out on the couch with the living room covered in her toys and my dishes but I was afraid I may throw the camera at him. Just for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;reference&lt;/span&gt; this is what Mosey looks like when M.D. gets home after a day with her mother.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319001910269186978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HeW8sk7wEfo/SdDkDl04E6I/AAAAAAAAAEc/nVNVpRZ4PM8/s400/141.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I have to love him anyways! He's funny because he knows I am mad and he just sits there with this grin on his face like I know I am capable of more but who cares. This is probably why when M.D. leaves for work she cries and when I go she shuts the door on me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5873572146828893019-4788234218377260884?l=littlemissmagicmolly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemissmagicmolly.blogspot.com/feeds/4788234218377260884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5873572146828893019&amp;postID=4788234218377260884&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873572146828893019/posts/default/4788234218377260884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873572146828893019/posts/default/4788234218377260884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissmagicmolly.blogspot.com/2009/03/daddy-daycare.html' title='Daddy daycare'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11505901634132696344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HeW8sk7wEfo/SdtebjxIw8I/AAAAAAAAAFM/4dzO3Bd16xs/S220/062_edited.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HeW8sk7wEfo/SdDizsdX1XI/AAAAAAAAAEU/ur8rl8QhvoY/s72-c/146.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5873572146828893019.post-6675054316886223263</id><published>2009-03-27T22:46:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T23:02:39.074-05:00</updated><title type='text'>For an amazing dog friend</title><content type='html'>Very sadly today my dad had to put our dog Grace to sleep. She was a pit bull mix and the sweetest baby in the world to us. I found her at the pound 5 years ago and you knew instantly she was a survivor. Her true upbringing got the best of her in the end and she attacked another dog this evening and in doing the right thing my dad put her down. Which was awful all in its own cause he loved her so much and was walking her when it happened. I know she is in a place now where she doesn't ever have to be tough or angry again. I am an avid animal rights supporter and this just goes to show you that the damage is done to an animal in such a short amount of time. She was an amazing dog and will truly be missed by all of us! &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318082152269632738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HeW8sk7wEfo/Sc2fioRgVOI/AAAAAAAAAD0/yC9MWrUiokY/s320/010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318082497229228322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HeW8sk7wEfo/Sc2f2tWSCSI/AAAAAAAAAD8/Ts9k6i3wwlg/s320/019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318082864327762146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HeW8sk7wEfo/Sc2gME5ZIOI/AAAAAAAAAEE/2qVHk0BPUVc/s320/094.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318083721779089138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HeW8sk7wEfo/Sc2g9_JuDvI/AAAAAAAAAEM/VBIYGbvJvJ0/s320/110.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5873572146828893019-6675054316886223263?l=littlemissmagicmolly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemissmagicmolly.blogspot.com/feeds/6675054316886223263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5873572146828893019&amp;postID=6675054316886223263&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873572146828893019/posts/default/6675054316886223263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873572146828893019/posts/default/6675054316886223263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissmagicmolly.blogspot.com/2009/03/for-amazing-dog-friend.html' title='For an amazing dog friend'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11505901634132696344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HeW8sk7wEfo/SdtebjxIw8I/AAAAAAAAAFM/4dzO3Bd16xs/S220/062_edited.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HeW8sk7wEfo/Sc2fioRgVOI/AAAAAAAAAD0/yC9MWrUiokY/s72-c/010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5873572146828893019.post-4659617839565169400</id><published>2009-03-27T12:43:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T12:58:28.361-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It truly is just one of those things...</title><content type='html'>I was sitting this morning watching the news listening to all the day to day garbage that is this economy right now and it got me thinking. It has been right at 6 months since both I and my husband got laid off. Maybe thought for the day...The plumbing industry is not a good industry to share when the economy starts to go south. I was working at a plumbing wholesaler as the branch ops manager and my husband was at a large plumbing company in town over new construction. I knew mine was coming they closed my whole branch but when exactly 1 week to the day of mine I come walking in the door to find my husband standing in our kitchen and he has that look of sheer terror on his face I knew it wasn't good. After a bit of "my butt is stuck to the couch"-itis he found a wonderful job and it has been a blessing. I on the other hand have found nothing (and I am okay with that). I work 2 days during the week and on Saturdays for my parents who own a restaurant. The other 4 days I am getting to spend amazing time at home with my girl. A SAHM always held a stigma for me and I thought I would go crazy. I could never do it. Who knew I would love it. I have been given a creative outlet and a chance to make up for the time I lost with my angel. Don't get me wrong this has been a very hard time for us and it isn't getting much easier anytime soon but I think in the end we will look back at it as a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess the true lesson for the day is to quit watching the news. It tends to piss me off a little bit and I don't like having to blog pissed off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5873572146828893019-4659617839565169400?l=littlemissmagicmolly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemissmagicmolly.blogspot.com/feeds/4659617839565169400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5873572146828893019&amp;postID=4659617839565169400&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873572146828893019/posts/default/4659617839565169400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873572146828893019/posts/default/4659617839565169400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissmagicmolly.blogspot.com/2009/03/it-truly-is-just-one-of-those-things.html' title='It truly is just one of those things...'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11505901634132696344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HeW8sk7wEfo/SdtebjxIw8I/AAAAAAAAAFM/4dzO3Bd16xs/S220/062_edited.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5873572146828893019.post-6195073516362157562</id><published>2009-03-25T10:26:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T10:32:43.232-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Can we say love...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So this morning is one of my days during the week I work and one of the two days my princess goes to school. I came by my mom and dads for a little bit and found some awesome pics they had on there computer. I miss my little baby (but my toddler is pretty awesome too).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317148518710462098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 149px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HeW8sk7wEfo/ScpOaAO7RpI/AAAAAAAAADo/XxQZVlz3TU8/s320/Halloween.jpg" border="0" /&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/5873572146828893019-6195073516362157562?l=littlemissmagicmolly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemissmagicmolly.blogspot.com/feeds/6195073516362157562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5873572146828893019&amp;postID=6195073516362157562&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873572146828893019/posts/default/6195073516362157562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873572146828893019/posts/default/6195073516362157562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissmagicmolly.blogspot.com/2009/03/can-we-say-love.html' title='Can we say love...'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11505901634132696344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HeW8sk7wEfo/SdtebjxIw8I/AAAAAAAAAFM/4dzO3Bd16xs/S220/062_edited.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HeW8sk7wEfo/ScpOaAO7RpI/AAAAAAAAADo/XxQZVlz3TU8/s72-c/Halloween.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5873572146828893019.post-5854959382727416110</id><published>2009-03-24T09:09:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T13:08:48.638-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tutus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hairbows'/><title type='text'>Well goodmorning...</title><content type='html'>First off today is my adorable husbands 27&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; birthday, so happy birthday honey!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was gonna start this morning with some of my new craft things but I must digress. I got up and headed downstairs this morning to grab my first diet coke of the day and what to my still kind of sleeping eyes do I see? A GIANT mouse just laying nice and dead at my front door. Never one to fly in to hysterics I calmly went upstairs, informed my husband it was there for his removal, and wished him a happy birthday. In my greatest of imaginations and truths I am assuming our dog Maggie brought it to my husband for his birthday. She truly is a dear dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now on to what I was really going to talk about. I am a new craft junkie and I love it!! I am learning to sew but I have also taken to making hair bows, tutus, and flip-flops. I am still very new with it but I have not been able to find something that can be all mine since entering into this adventure (which is okay) and this is really working for me. I am by no means a crafty person. I draw just like my child but these seem to be easy enough for me.&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pics of my newest stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316762316846240802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HeW8sk7wEfo/ScjvKGLNlCI/AAAAAAAAADA/pLDomwqQNxU/s200/mollys+flip-flops.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316761836828498354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 183px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 228px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HeW8sk7wEfo/ScjuuJ-EGbI/AAAAAAAAAC4/q_Rzh1s7yaM/s320/mollys+easter+dress.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316763237730884466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HeW8sk7wEfo/Scjv_svOG3I/AAAAAAAAADI/SXegi6lH0v0/s200/mollystutu.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316763816782158738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HeW8sk7wEfo/ScjwhZ3zW5I/AAAAAAAAADQ/8z-psvUfi4Q/s200/mollyswand.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316764017599326306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HeW8sk7wEfo/ScjwtF-WKGI/AAAAAAAAADY/_jwG3tp7Lkg/s200/mollys+bow+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Let me know what you think. I am always open to suggestions and critiques. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5873572146828893019-5854959382727416110?l=littlemissmagicmolly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemissmagicmolly.blogspot.com/feeds/5854959382727416110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5873572146828893019&amp;postID=5854959382727416110&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873572146828893019/posts/default/5854959382727416110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873572146828893019/posts/default/5854959382727416110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissmagicmolly.blogspot.com/2009/03/well-goodmorning.html' title='Well goodmorning...'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11505901634132696344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HeW8sk7wEfo/SdtebjxIw8I/AAAAAAAAAFM/4dzO3Bd16xs/S220/062_edited.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HeW8sk7wEfo/ScjvKGLNlCI/AAAAAAAAADA/pLDomwqQNxU/s72-c/mollys+flip-flops.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5873572146828893019.post-5351362315960414222</id><published>2009-03-23T22:05:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T22:12:46.490-05:00</updated><title type='text'>On your mark, get set, and now what?</title><content type='html'>I am a huge undecover blog reader. This whole community kind of blows my mind. I find myself inspired, humored, and sometimes humbled by the blogs I read and am forever grateful to those people who wrote and let me in to there lives. I find myself thinking that some of these individuals have to be super human and then realize they aren't and I could at the very least give this a shot. I don't know that my daily coming and goings will ever inspire or humble anyone but I can promise humor. My family isn't lacking in that catagory.&lt;br /&gt;So I guess when I hit this LARGE orange button I am taking the plunge and not looking back. Here goes nothing...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5873572146828893019-5351362315960414222?l=littlemissmagicmolly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemissmagicmolly.blogspot.com/feeds/5351362315960414222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5873572146828893019&amp;postID=5351362315960414222&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873572146828893019/posts/default/5351362315960414222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873572146828893019/posts/default/5351362315960414222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissmagicmolly.blogspot.com/2009/03/on-your-mark-get-set-and-now-what.html' title='On your mark, get set, and now what?'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11505901634132696344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HeW8sk7wEfo/SdtebjxIw8I/AAAAAAAAAFM/4dzO3Bd16xs/S220/062_edited.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
