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  <title>Mommacat</title>
  <subtitle>This Woman Is Not Sane</subtitle>
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    <name>Phoenix</name>
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    <title>mommacat @ 2004-01-08T10:35:00</title>
    <published>2004-01-08T15:36:02Z</published>
    <updated>2004-01-08T15:36:02Z</updated>
    <content type="html">well, I've been cleaning the kitchen :-) and it's nearly done... going to ditch the toaster it looks like for the toaster oven.  Then gotta get rid of the juicer.  ANYONE want a juicer?</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:mommacat:53542</id>
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    <title>BIG BOYS</title>
    <published>2003-12-14T16:30:20Z</published>
    <updated>2003-12-14T16:30:20Z</updated>
    <content type="html">okay last week (I didn't post) Thomas did a #2 in the potty.... today Brian decided join the big boy club and #1 in the potty :-D such big boys!</content>
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    <title>mommacat @ 2003-11-27T13:53:00</title>
    <published>2003-11-27T18:55:55Z</published>
    <updated>2003-11-27T18:55:55Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Well this will be the boys second Thanksgiving... They are growing up so fast. They are such big boys.  They climbed up into the carseats by themselves yesterday.  I sobbed.  But I guess that's to be expected.  We've eating at Marsha's again this year, I don't have a problem with it though, cause next year we probably won't see her for Thanksgiving, my family will all be down here.</content>
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    <title>Screw Holland (Twins Version)</title>
    <published>2003-11-04T20:29:36Z</published>
    <updated>2003-11-04T20:29:36Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Screw Holland your stranded in Tokyo (Twins version)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am often asked to describe the experience of raising twins -- to try to help people who have not shared the unique experience to understand it, to imagine how it would feel. I must say I have a very hard time to doing it, yet this about sums it up:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you're going to have a baby, it's like planning a &lt;br /&gt;fabulous vacation trip -- to Holland. You buy a bunch of &lt;br /&gt;guidebooks and make your wonderful plans. You want to walk in fields of Tulips, and see the windmills yet not have to worry about crowds at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon the "disasters" start.  You find out it's going to cost twice as much.  For EVERYTHING.  Then you find out you flight has been scheduled about a month earlier than you had planned.  After scrambling for two months to get ready, the day finally arrives.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;You pack your bags and off you go. Several hours later, the &lt;br /&gt;plane lands. The flight attendant comes and says, "Welcome&lt;br /&gt;to Tokyo."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tokyo?" you say. "What do you mean, tokyo? I signed up &lt;br /&gt;for Holland! I'm supposed to be in Holland. All my life I've &lt;br /&gt;dreamed of going to Holland, nice calm, quiet Holland."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there's been a change in the flight plans. They've landed &lt;br /&gt;in Tokyo and there you must stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The important thing is that they haven't taken you to a &lt;br /&gt;horrible, disgusting, filthy place full of pestilence, famine &lt;br /&gt;and disease. It's just a different place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you must go out and buy new guidebooks. You must learn a &lt;br /&gt;whole new language. And you will meet a whole new group of &lt;br /&gt;people you would never have met.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just a different place. It's faster-paced than Holland, &lt;br /&gt;more flashy than Holland. But after you've been there for a &lt;br /&gt;while and you catch your breath, you look around and you begin &lt;br /&gt;to notice that Tokyo has lights and technology, it has things you never thought you would enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But everyone you know is busy coming and going from Holland, and &lt;br /&gt;they're all bragging about what a wonderful time they had there. &lt;br /&gt;And for the rest of your life, you will ! say, "Yes, that's where &lt;br /&gt;I was supposed to go. That's what I had planned."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But one day you'll look at them and say, "Have you ever thought about Tokyo?"&lt;br /&gt;and they'll respond with "I couldn't imagine going to Tokyo..." or "I couldn't handle Tokyo."&lt;br /&gt;That's when you know that you may have thought you wanted Holland, with windmills and Tulips but Tokyo is much more fun.&lt;br /&gt;*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~&lt;br /&gt;I realized this for the first time today.... The boys were sitting in the floor playing ball for the very first time without me having to scream at them to share...I watched the ball roll back and forth over my cookie crum covered floor and a swear I could see the lights of Tokyo!</content>
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    <title>mommacat @ 2003-11-04T14:48:00</title>
    <published>2003-11-04T19:52:41Z</published>
    <updated>2003-11-04T19:52:41Z</updated>
    <content type="html">(The original)&lt;br /&gt;WELCOME TO HOLLAND&lt;br /&gt;by Emily Perl Kingsley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am often asked to describe the experience of raising a &lt;br /&gt;child with a disability -- to try to help people who have &lt;br /&gt;not shared the unique experience to understand it, to &lt;br /&gt;imagine how it would feel. It's like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you're going to have a baby, it's like planning a &lt;br /&gt;fabulous vacation trip -- to Italy. You buy a bunch of &lt;br /&gt;guidebooks and make your wonderful plans. The Coliseum. &lt;br /&gt;Michelangelo's "David." The gondolas in Venice. You may &lt;br /&gt;learn some handy phrases in Italian. It's all very exciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After months of eager anticipation, the day finally arrives. &lt;br /&gt;You pack your bags and off you go. Several hours later, the &lt;br /&gt;plane lands. The flight attendant comes and says, "Welcome&lt;br /&gt;to Holland."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Holland?" you say. "What do you mean, Holland? I signed up &lt;br /&gt;for Italy! I'm supposed t! o be in Italy. All my life I've &lt;br /&gt;dreamed of going to Italy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there's been a change in the flight plans. They've landed &lt;br /&gt;in Holland and there you must stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The important thing is that they haven't taken you to a &lt;br /&gt;horrible, disgusting, filthy place full of pestilence, famine &lt;br /&gt;and disease. It's just a different place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you must go out and buy new guidebooks. You must learn a &lt;br /&gt;whole new language. And you will meet a whole new group of &lt;br /&gt;people you would never have met.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just a different place. It's slower-paced than Italy, &lt;br /&gt;less flashy than Italy. But after you've been there for a &lt;br /&gt;while and you catch your breath, you look around and you begin &lt;br /&gt;to notice that Holland has windmills, Holland has tulips, &lt;br /&gt;Holland even has Rembrandts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But everyone you know is busy coming and going from Italy, and &lt;br /&gt;they're all bragging about what a wonderful time they had there. &lt;br /&gt;And for the rest of your life, you will ! say, "Yes, that's where &lt;br /&gt;I was supposed to go. That's what I had pl anned."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the pain of that will never, ever, ever go away, because the &lt;br /&gt;loss of that dream is a very significant loss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if you spend your life mourning the fact that you didn't get &lt;br /&gt;to Italy, you may never be free to enjoy the very special, the &lt;br /&gt;very lovely things about Holland</content>
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    <title>mommacat @ 2003-10-06T10:16:00</title>
    <published>2003-10-06T14:16:26Z</published>
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    <content type="html">Boys' runny nose seems to be better (no snotty faces this morning) cough seems mostly better too.</content>
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    <title>mommacat @ 2003-10-05T12:35:00</title>
    <published>2003-10-05T16:36:02Z</published>
    <updated>2003-10-05T16:36:02Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Well Brian's feeling a little better.  He's at least playing with Thomas now and giggling.  Maybe this week we'll make it to play group again.</content>
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    <title>ATTN ALL</title>
    <published>2003-10-01T20:08:12Z</published>
    <updated>2003-10-01T20:08:12Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I will no longer be using this journal for anything more than to update on how the boys are doing.  It just causes too many problems.  That is all.</content>
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    <title>Drama Drama Drama</title>
    <published>2003-10-01T18:08:54Z</published>
    <updated>2003-10-01T18:49:27Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I would like to go over a post I made in a community called "I hate my inlaws" since this seems to be causing problems with said in-laws.  The post was made back in July and I will admit I don't even remember what in the world was going on at the time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello I'm new.... I have a terrific husband. I love my husband and I love his family... sometimes... &lt;br /&gt;( Edit: This does not say I hate my inlaws... this says I love his family but can become annoyed and frustrated with them at times)&lt;br /&gt;It's not that they are all that bad. (Edit: They are not all bad and I love them more than my own family most of the time.  I really would not be able to survive without them)&lt;br /&gt;It's just EVERYTHING I do is wrong.... blah blah blah...&lt;br /&gt;(The rest of this probably has something to do with what was going on at the time which is what I cannot remember please ignore it.  Thank you)</content>
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    <title>GIP</title>
    <published>2003-09-29T19:25:06Z</published>
    <updated>2003-09-29T19:29:36Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Here's the latest Icon in the Twin series LOL...&lt;br /&gt;Okay I just couldn't pass up this ubber cute picture!</content>
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    <title>mommacat @ 2003-09-27T11:11:00</title>
    <published>2003-09-27T15:11:40Z</published>
    <updated>2003-09-27T15:11:40Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;table width="350" style="margin: 5px; border: 2px solid #000000; padding: 5px; font: 10pt arial, verdana, &amp;#39;sans serif&amp;#39;; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff" align="center"&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: #ffffff; font: 12pt arial, verdana, &amp;#39;sans serif&amp;#39;;"&gt; &lt;td colspan="3" style="text-align: center; border: 1px solid #0000C0"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.theferrett.com/livejournal"&gt;The Ultimate LiveJournal Obsession Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: #DCE4F4"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-bottom-color: #0000ff; border-bottom-style: solid; color: #000000;" width="125"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Category&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-bottom-color: #0000ff; border-bottom-style: solid; color: #000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Score&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-bottom-color: #0000ff; border-bottom-style: solid; color: #000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Average LJer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: #F7F9FD;"&gt; &lt;td style="vertical-align: top; font-weight: bold; color: #000000;" width="125"&gt;Community Attachment&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top; color: #000000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;35.48%&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;There's something special about you.  Every once in awhile, one of your topics gets everyone chatting.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top; font-weight: bold; color: #000000;"&gt;24.6%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: #ffffff;"&gt; &lt;td style="vertical-align: top; font-weight: bold; color: #000000;" width="125"&gt;MemeSheepage&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top; color: #000000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;75.44%&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;I am but one quiz among millions.  My brethren surround me on the page.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top; font-weight: bold; color: #000000;"&gt;30.41%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: #F7F9FD;"&gt; &lt;td style="vertical-align: top; font-weight: bold; color: #000000;" width="125"&gt;Original Content&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top; color: #000000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;51.61%&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;Using LiveJournal to express a few strong opinions&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top; font-weight: bold; color: #000000;"&gt;40.25%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: #ffffff;"&gt; &lt;td style="vertical-align: top; font-weight: bold; color: #000000;" width="125"&gt;Psychodrama Quotient&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top; color: #000000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;25.3%&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;Known to go off without warning&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top; font-weight: bold; color: #000000;"&gt;16.92%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: #F7F9FD;"&gt; &lt;td style="vertical-align: top; font-weight: bold; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-bottom-color: #0000ff; border-bottom-style: solid; color: #000000;" width="125"&gt;Attention Whoring&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="border-bottom-width: 1px; border-bottom-color: #0000ff; border-bottom-style: solid; color: #000000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;22.73%&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;You do a little dance whenever someone friends you&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top; font-weight: bold; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-bottom-color: #0000ff; border-bottom-style: solid; color: #000000;"&gt;21.59%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="3"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;	&lt;a href="http://www.theferrett.com/livejournal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Take The Ultimate LiveJournal Obsession Test&lt;br&gt;and see how you match up! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;</content>
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    <title>mommacat @ 2003-09-22T08:44:00</title>
    <published>2003-09-22T12:48:47Z</published>
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    <content type="html">Wow it's been a year...&lt;br /&gt;I remember waking up today a year ago and wondering if I should back out.  I mean none of our friends were going to be there.  Brian and &lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_smadoc' lj:user='smadoc' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://smadoc.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://smadoc.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;smadoc&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; were... but Becca couldn't come, and &lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_leiabelle' lj:user='leiabelle' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://leiabelle.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://leiabelle.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;leiabelle&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; was in England.  I didn't have a wedding dress, or a bridal shower (not that I needed anything)... but then, Ted woke up and he looked over at me and smiled... I realized something.  I didn't need any of it; the dress, parties, fancy cakes... none of it.  All I needed was him and his love.  So we did it.  We took the plunge and got married.  I never looked back and I've never regretted it for a moment.  I never will.  I love Ted with all my heart.  I doubt he'll read this (he tries to stay away from LJ)... but if he does: Happy Anniversary baby.</content>
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    <title>mommacat @ 2003-09-18T08:41:00</title>
    <published>2003-09-18T12:42:19Z</published>
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    <content type="html">&lt;center&gt;&lt;table style="border: 1px black solid;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th colspan="2" style="background-color: #ffdd00"&gt;Mommacat's Flesch-Kincaid Grade Level: &lt;span style="background-color: #ffff00; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px; border: 1px black solid"&gt;12&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/th&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="background-color: #eeeeee"&gt;Average number of words per sentence:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color: #eeeeee"&gt;31.82&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Average number of syllables per word:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;1.34&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="background-color: #eeeeee"&gt;Total words in sample:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color: #eeeeee"&gt;1432&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;form action="http://mavra.perilith.com/~rfreebern/gradelevel/" method="post"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;Analyze your journal! Username: &lt;input type="text" name="username"&gt; &lt;input type="submit" value="Analyze"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" style="font-size: x-small; text-align: center; background-color: #eeeeee"&gt;Another fun meme brought to you by &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/rfreebern/"&gt;rfreebern&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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    <title>mommacat @ 2003-09-18T08:41:00</title>
    <published>2003-09-18T12:41:34Z</published>
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    <title>mommacat @ 2003-09-18T08:37:00</title>
    <published>2003-09-18T12:37:13Z</published>
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    <content type="html">&lt;center&gt;&lt;table style="border: 1px black solid; background-color: white; color: black"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th style="background-color: #00cc66"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.corknut.org/toys/potion/"&gt;The Potion Maker&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/th&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mommacatium&lt;/b&gt; is a cloudy, soft indigo solid siphoned from the feet of a werewolf that eats a honeysuckle.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;form action="http://mavra.perilith.com/~rfreebern/potion/" method="post"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="username" value="Mommacat"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center"&gt;Mix with Mommacat! Username: &lt;input type="text" name="mix"&gt;&lt;input type="submit" value="Mix"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center; font-size: x-small; background-color: #cccccc"&gt;Yet another fun meme brought to you by &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/rfreebern/"&gt;rfreebern&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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    <title>SAD SONG</title>
    <published>2003-09-13T01:27:56Z</published>
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    <content type="html">Streets of Heaven&lt;br /&gt;-Sherrie Austin &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello god&lt;br /&gt;It’s me again&lt;br /&gt;2am, &lt;br /&gt;room 304&lt;br /&gt;Visiting hours are over&lt;br /&gt;Time for our bedside tug of war&lt;br /&gt;The sleeping child between us&lt;br /&gt;May not make it through the night&lt;br /&gt;I’m fighting back the tears as she fights for her life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it must be kinda crowded&lt;br /&gt;On the streets of heaven&lt;br /&gt;So tell me, &lt;br /&gt;what do you need her for&lt;br /&gt;Don’t you know one day she’ll be your little girl forever&lt;br /&gt;But right I need her so much more&lt;br /&gt;She’s much too young to be on her own&lt;br /&gt;Barely just turned seven&lt;br /&gt;So who will hold her hand &lt;br /&gt;when she crosses the streets of heaven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me God&lt;br /&gt;Do you remember the wishes that she made&lt;br /&gt;When she blew out the candles &lt;br /&gt;on her last birthday cake&lt;br /&gt;She wants to ride a pony when she’s big enough&lt;br /&gt;She wants to marry her daddy when she’s all grown up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it must be kinda crowded&lt;br /&gt;On the streets of heaven&lt;br /&gt;So tell me, &lt;br /&gt;what do you need her for&lt;br /&gt;Don’t you know one day she’ll be your little girl forever&lt;br /&gt;But right I need her so much more&lt;br /&gt;She’s much too young to be on her own&lt;br /&gt;Barely just turned seven&lt;br /&gt;So who will hold her hand &lt;br /&gt;when she crosses the streets of heaven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord don’t you know&lt;br /&gt;She’s my angel&lt;br /&gt;You’ve got plenty of your own&lt;br /&gt;And I know you hold a place for her &lt;br /&gt;but she’s already got a home&lt;br /&gt;Well I don’t know if you’re listening&lt;br /&gt;But prayings all that’s left to do&lt;br /&gt;So I ask you Lord have mercy&lt;br /&gt;You lost a son once too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it must be kinda crowded&lt;br /&gt;On the streets of heaven&lt;br /&gt;So tell me, &lt;br /&gt;what do you need her for&lt;br /&gt;Don’t you know one day she’ll be your little girl forever&lt;br /&gt;But right I need her so much more&lt;br /&gt;She’s much too young to be on her own&lt;br /&gt;Barely just turned seven&lt;br /&gt;So who will hold her hand &lt;br /&gt;when she crosses the streets of heaven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you take her with you today&lt;br /&gt;Will you make sure she looks both ways&lt;br /&gt;And would you hold her hand &lt;br /&gt;when she crosses the streets of heaven&lt;br /&gt;The streets of heaven</content>
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    <title>mommacat @ 2003-09-12T13:23:00</title>
    <published>2003-09-12T17:24:20Z</published>
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    <content type="html">Seems my dad has picked out Toddler beds for the boys and will be buying them tomorrow.  I've been thinking about it for a while since I didn't want to start potty training till they could get out of bed at night.  hmmmmmm glad we have the potty chair now :-)&lt;br /&gt;Don't know if we'll put the beds up right away but it looks like they will be firetrucks cause they have high sides on them unlike the racecars.  sure they will be adorable.</content>
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    <title>mommacat @ 2003-09-12T08:32:00</title>
    <published>2003-09-12T12:34:09Z</published>
    <updated>2003-09-12T12:34:09Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Well, nothing to much to really update about.  Found out my B&amp;D concert has finally been rescheduled for November 2nd.  The got Rascal Flatts, Brad Paisley, Aaron Lines, Cledius T. Judd and Brooks and Dunn.  I had hoped to see Jeff Bates too but beggars can't be choosers :-)</content>
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    <title>Today</title>
    <published>2003-09-07T03:31:39Z</published>
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    <content type="html">Spent the day with Mikey today :-D.... It's great to have him back in with the friends again.  Unfortunately he and Summer broke up.  She broke his heart pretty bad but maybe now (after some recovery time of course) he can find a girl who can make him happy and be good to him and stuff.  The boys love him by the way...  As if there was ever any doubt.&lt;br /&gt;But well I'm bushed and not feeling well (Think it was the Wendy's from earlier... I ate part of the boy's hamburger... they and I are feeling puking... Ted, me, and boys ate french fries and he's not feeling good either so maybe that was it too...) anyway off to bed with me.&lt;br /&gt;G'night all</content>
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    <title>RPGs</title>
    <published>2003-09-07T03:28:18Z</published>
    <updated>2003-09-07T03:28:18Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://groups.yahoo.com/group/AHSRPG/join"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/yg/img/ui/join.gif" border="0"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click to subscribe to AHSRPG&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://groups.yahoo.com/group/MHSRPG/join"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/yg/img/ui/join.gif" border="0"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click to subscribe to MHSRPG&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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    <title>Genius Boys</title>
    <published>2003-08-27T13:01:37Z</published>
    <updated>2003-08-27T13:01:37Z</updated>
    <content type="html">On August 20th I had a developmental Profile done on the twins and I recieved the results yesterday!&lt;br /&gt;Physical Development Age (Weight and Height): 14 months&lt;br /&gt;Self-Help Developmental Age: 19 months&lt;br /&gt;Social Developmental Age: 17 months&lt;br /&gt;Academic Developmental Age: 19 months&lt;br /&gt;Communication Devlopmental Age: 18 months&lt;br /&gt;So it seems the only place we're behind is height and weight :-D I can deal with that!&lt;br /&gt;On second screening tool she used the results were&lt;br /&gt;Communication 60 out of 60&lt;br /&gt;Gross Motor Skills 60 out of 60&lt;br /&gt;Fine Motor Skills 40 out of 60 (terrific for their age group she told me)&lt;br /&gt;Problem Solving skills 60 out of 60&lt;br /&gt;Personal/Social Skills 60 out of 60 (they even shook hands with her)&lt;br /&gt;Susan McCain (The woman who did the tests) said that let alone are they not behind or struggling at all but they are ahead of the game in almost every area!  I am so proud of my little teddy monsters!</content>
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    <title>mommacat @ 2003-08-24T17:59:00</title>
    <published>2003-08-24T21:59:23Z</published>
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    <title>mommacat @ 2003-08-18T15:17:00</title>
    <published>2003-08-18T19:17:30Z</published>
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    <content type="html">&lt;div style="width: 400; text-align: center; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;&lt;p style="margin-right: 0; margin-left: 0; margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0; background: #7F0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Parents who bring squalling brats to R-rated movies&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;Circle I Limbo&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-right: 10; margin-left: 10; margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0; background: #8F0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Pope&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;Circle II Whirling in a Dark &amp; Stormy Wind&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-right: 20; margin-left: 20; margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0; background: #9F0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;General asshats&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;Circle III Mud, Rain, Cold, Hail &amp; Snow&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-right: 30; margin-left: 30; margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0; background: #AF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Militant Vegans&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;Circle IV Rolling Weights&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-right: 40; margin-left: 40; margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0; background: #BF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;People who abuse animals&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;Circle V Stuck in Mud, Mangled&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="border-style: solid none; border-color: black; background: white; margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0;"&gt;River Styx&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-right: 50; margin-left: 50; margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0; background: #CF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Uday Hussein, Qusay Hussein&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;Circle VI Buried for Eternity&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="border-style: solid none; border-color: black; background: white; margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0;"&gt;River Phlegyas&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-right: 60; margin-left: 60; margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0; background: #DF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;people who say Harry Potter is the work of the devil without ever reading it&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;Circle VII Burning Sands&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-right: 70; margin-left: 70; margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0; background: #EF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Saddam Hussein, Osama bin Laden&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;Circle IIX Immersed in Excrement&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-right: 80; margin-left: 80; margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0; background: #FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Boob nazis&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;Circle IX Frozen in Ice&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gaydeceiver.com/misc/hell/" style="color: red;"&gt;Design your own hell&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <title>mommacat @ 2003-08-18T14:01:00</title>
    <published>2003-08-18T18:06:39Z</published>
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    <content type="html">well happy birthday to me LMAO&lt;br /&gt;okay now that it is out of the way I'm going to have a drink with my Dad tonight if weather's not too bad. I'm actually looking forward to it... which means of course it's storming LMAO</content>
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    <title>PROMPT: Discuss your friends throughout the years.</title>
    <published>2003-08-11T19:53:17Z</published>
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    <content type="html">&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Let's start with my first friend.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lisa Adams:&lt;/b&gt;  My first day of school I met what would be my best friend for years to come.  Lisa Adams and I latched onto each other at the very start.  So many of my firsts happened with her.  My first sleep over, birthday party, Amusement Park Trip, Crush.... yeah I miss Lisa quite a bit.  She moved to KY our Freshmen year of high school, although we had drifted apart quite a while before that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tara Martin:&lt;/b&gt;  Over one summer I felt like I was in the "cool crowd".  Tara would be friends with you as long as she could push you around... when I got tired of her pushing me around and I began to push back we stopped being friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Joann Griffin:&lt;/b&gt;  Joann is actually the reason why Lisa and I started drifting apart.  Joann moved across the street from me and was held back a year in school.  She was put into my fourth grade class and we hit it off.  She was the one that introduced me to church and country music... that's right you can blame her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tocarra Kay Gruber Nelson:&lt;/b&gt; T.K. as we knew her was the snob of our group.  Yeah, that's a mean thing to say, I know but you know that friend that only seems to hang out with your cause she's not quite popular enough to hang out with the "cool" crowd.... That was T.K. she ditched us as soon as she became popular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Meisha Daniels:&lt;/b&gt;  You know that friend that you talk to because you feel sorry for the poor thing.  The new girl in school that everyone ignores so you talk to her then she NEVER leaves you alone... That's Meisha.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Meaghan Ryan:&lt;/b&gt; Meaghan and I met in middle school.  We were both in the gifted program and we had 2 classes together a day.  We passed boyfriends back and forth for a while (Charlie Mostly).  We were torn apart because of something a boyfriend of mine told me that wasn't true (yeah I believed him too).  We made up Senior year but it was never the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Brett Trahan:&lt;/b&gt; I loved Brett I can say that now.  Brett was the friend that I always wanted to be more.  Not that I would now mind you, but then I would have given anything for him to ask me out.  Little did I know that he felt the same way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Keith:&lt;/b&gt; I feel horrible saying I can't remember Keith's last name right now.  Keith was the first guy I knew that told me I didn't have to put up with the way Jon treated me.  We had French class together and spent more than one night talking on the phone till our parents had a fit.  I remember telling him to be careful the night he died.  That the roads were slick and he shouldn't go too fast.  "If it's not fast, it's not fun." he lived his motto till the end.  Keith was also the first funeral I attended.  He changed my life in every way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Casey Belcher:&lt;/b&gt;  Casey was the "Untouchable" he had the terrific sense of humor that just made everyone around him smile.  I wanted to date him so badly.  We talked about it a few times too.  But our fathers hated each other and he wasn't ready for the kind of relationship I wanted so we never dated.  But everyone said we were a good match.  Looking back I think they were wrong.  We would never have worked out we were too much alike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jon Griffin:&lt;/b&gt;  Yeah I had to add Jon too.  Jon was my best friend for a year and eight months.  I devoted my life to him during that time, All of my energy went to him.  He taught me more about myself and what I could withstand in that short time period than most people had up until that point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thomas Brown:&lt;/b&gt;  I never should have dated Thomas.  I wasn't ready to date someone seriously, let alone try to date one of my best friends.  I never thought I would care that I hurt him as badly as I did... but I do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Chris Dominguez&lt;/b&gt; We had Algebra II together and I can remember him getting so mad at me because I never had to study...  I kept trying to hook him up with this other girl in our home room.  Amanda, but I don't think it ever did work out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Chris Clark&lt;/b&gt; yeah can't forget Chris.  Chris was like my big brother in the Trombone section.  He never let me get left behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; Nathan F. (Fester) &lt;/b&gt; Fester played Tuba and was the best guy to be around when you wanted protection or just a little ego boost.  He always seemed to make every girl around him feel extra special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sarah Graham:&lt;/b&gt; Sarah taught me everything I needed to know about being a leader.  She proved to me that I didn't have to be bigger than the guys to lead them just "stronger" and "smarter".  She taught me that I should never let anyone tell me I can't... instead I should prove that I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;David Strickland:&lt;/b&gt;  This is the one person I hope never finds this list.  I don't think he realizes how special he was to me.  He really did reknew my faith that men weren't scum. He helped me through getting over Jon without him even knowing it.  I know I hurt him pretty bad in the end... but he's another one I wish that I hadn't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_leiabelle' lj:user='leiabelle' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://leiabelle.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://leiabelle.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;leiabelle&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: Erin is one of my closest girl friends (by golly I have two girlfriends!!!).  If I ever want to talk about movies or books (HP fanfic included) she's the girl to go to!  In fact if it wasn't for her I wouldn't be into fanfic at all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Becca Rainey:&lt;/b&gt;  Becca is one of those people I never imagined myself being friends with.  She reminds me of the girls that knew my name but would never call me a "friend".  But through Ted I quickly found out how wrong I was about her.  Becca is probably what I would call my best friend today.  I can talk to her about anything, rant to her about everything and she always helps me out when I need it.</content>
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