<?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-286383078338613380</id><updated>2012-03-16T04:24:59.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Monkey Fingers and Toes</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelittlemonkeysittingonabed.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286383078338613380/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelittlemonkeysittingonabed.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Monkey Fingers and Toes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05916920349093628569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>34</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286383078338613380.post-2968683867348550324</id><published>2011-04-19T14:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T14:35:15.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life as Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Life as a Me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Choices are hard. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;People are selfish. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Decisions never get easier. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Most people don't care. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Some people actually listen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Some people are completely amazing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I admire a few of them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In the past 9 months I have completed 18 credits at school. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have 70 left to go. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Each class has a few &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;familiar&lt;/span&gt; faces.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Some classmates have grown to be complete friendships. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Some people still don't know how to work with others. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have learned a lot. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Writing huge papers does get easier. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I tend to procrastinate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Normal is what you make it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Children learn so much, especially from example. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Trying not to care what people think never gets easier. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Trying to please everybody is too stressful. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think I am done with that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have lost 30 pounds since October. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My pants are just a bit loose this week, and it is bugging me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don't comment on my weight. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I will probably sabotage it just because you mentioned it and made it a big deal &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;in front&lt;/span&gt; of a lot of people, not to just me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't like to be the center of attention. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Reading people is easy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Reading other's is a mystery.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I only open myself up to a select few.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have been burned more times than I care to count.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have learned the importance of being me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;People think that I hold grudges.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I tend to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;over think&lt;/span&gt; emotions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I never thought I was smart enough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I now know that I am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I never thought I was good enough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know that I am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I also know that people put others down, because they don't believe in their own selves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I only have a few close friends. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't need hundreds of friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My friends like me for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Real friends are amazing people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't need to pretend to be some one else.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am exhausted all of the time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Having only one &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;adrenal&lt;/span&gt; gland will do that to you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I should have been dead over 5 years ago.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am glad that I am not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;With both the births of my daughters 50 years ago I would be dead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am glad that my problems are mine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am grateful for doctors who have saved my life, several times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have had 9 surgeries in the last 10 years.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;7 of which were since Emily was born.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Each one has shown me what I can live with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pain. You never know what you are capable of until you have lived with it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Love is amazing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am married to my best friend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He gets me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't have to edit my thoughts around him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I try to laugh everyday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A day without laughter is a day that I have wasted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love Emily.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love Sarah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I never thought I would be a mom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love being a mom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My kids keep me going.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;These are all random thoughts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love to read.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love a great love story.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love mysteries, and fiction.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have more books than I know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Books are usually better than the movie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I go to work every day by 4 am&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't get to bed most days before 10:30 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I battle my thoughts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I cry in the movies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't know what I want to do with this post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Publish or not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Slow songs depress me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am a people watcher.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;People are interesting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Some are crazy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love to coupon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I like to see how much I can save.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am alergic to EVERYTHING.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can't avoid everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have several allergic reactions lately. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I carry an Epi-Pen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just in case.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have almost used it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I hope I don't have to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am in love with Diet Coke.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If I become allergic to Diet Coke I will cry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You wont want to be around me if that happens. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wish I could figure all the allergies out, and why they have gotten so bad in the last year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love Tangled, Or cartoons in general.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I need to finish the mural of Dora on Emilys wall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am happy with the direction my life is going.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am going to finish school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am doing better than I thought I would. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am doing it with two small kids.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am doing it while working full time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am Proud to be me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/286383078338613380-2968683867348550324?l=onelittlemonkeysittingonabed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286383078338613380.post-5746932270925804741</id><published>2010-12-15T10:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T11:20:43.353-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Choices</title><content type='html'>I haven't wanted to blog in a very long time. Maybe because I don't like to talk about myself or my family. Maybe because it was because I decided to make several hard decision. Maybe I am tired of trying to hold onto relationships even if there is not a response on the other end. Maybe I am tired of trying to make other people happy.&lt;br /&gt;    I have decided to continue with school. I started right after high school. I wasn't ready for college. I know many people are. I am not a school person. I have never learned how to study properly. I have this little voice in my head that tells me I am not smart enough. I have people in my world that continue to look at everything negative. If you choose to be miserable, please don't spread the wealth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;    Happiness&lt;/span&gt; is a choice. You can choose to make the best of your situation or you can keep things the same that they have been. You can't live your life wishing that you were somebody else. Don't compare yourself to others... You will never measure up.&lt;br /&gt;We live our lives day by day. Our presence may or may not impact others in our lives. Sometimes life doesn't always turn out where you want it to be, but without our memories, we would not have made some choices in life. You can't regret the past, live in the moment, and look forward to the future.&lt;br /&gt;    Be thankful for the few close friends you may make, the ones that you can count on, even if you haven't seen them in a long while, the ones you can just call out of the blue, and it seems like you haven't been apart for more than a few days.&lt;br /&gt;Be grateful for family. They are there for you when you need them. Usually a phone call away. Sometimes they are the only ones that are there when you need them.&lt;br /&gt;    I chose to change my life this past June. I wanted to finish school. I think you have to be ready for school for it to be a priority. Knowing it would take time from my little family, and with the support of my husband, I have gone full force into changing my life. I don't see my girls on Mondays. Sometimes, it makes it hard to keep going. But, this will only last for three years. I can choose to do this, or I can be in the same place in three years. I don't think that I want to keep on going in the same direction. I am tired of the people at work being so negative, and so hateful. It is not a way to live your life. If you aren't happy change it.&lt;br /&gt;So I have these little voices in my head that keep saying that I have to get straight A's. For me, that is very hard. I work full time, have two kids, and am trying to go back to school after over a decade of being away from structured learning. Becides I am not good at writing... I am getting better.&lt;br /&gt;    I am proud that I have finished three, yes, three classes so far. I have gotten an A, B+, and an A-. Pretty good start. The B+, some students had stated that this was the hardest class that they took... Economics. They should have split it into Micro and Macro, but it was one class that was crammed into 5 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;    I am proud that I am changing my life. It may not change circumstances right now. But I am chosing to make progress.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/286383078338613380-5746932270925804741?l=onelittlemonkeysittingonabed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelittlemonkeysittingonabed.blogspot.com/feeds/5746932270925804741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=286383078338613380&amp;postID=5746932270925804741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286383078338613380/posts/default/5746932270925804741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286383078338613380/posts/default/5746932270925804741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelittlemonkeysittingonabed.blogspot.com/2010/12/choices.html' title='Choices'/><author><name>Monkey Fingers and Toes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05916920349093628569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286383078338613380.post-7129261199982002532</id><published>2010-02-12T10:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T10:48:52.387-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Daddy's Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i_TdE78223g/S3WiO5JAJ3I/AAAAAAAAAR0/JCY6Jd18T5s/s1600-h/Drew+Brees.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437430501860190066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 282px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i_TdE78223g/S3WiO5JAJ3I/AAAAAAAAAR0/JCY6Jd18T5s/s400/Drew+Brees.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Emily saw this picture on the news the other night and simply stated,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"That's my Daddy.  My Daddy is kissing me!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/286383078338613380-7129261199982002532?l=onelittlemonkeysittingonabed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelittlemonkeysittingonabed.blogspot.com/feeds/7129261199982002532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=286383078338613380&amp;postID=7129261199982002532' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286383078338613380/posts/default/7129261199982002532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286383078338613380/posts/default/7129261199982002532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelittlemonkeysittingonabed.blogspot.com/2010/02/daddys-girl.html' title='Daddy&apos;s Girl'/><author><name>Monkey Fingers and Toes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05916920349093628569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i_TdE78223g/S3WiO5JAJ3I/AAAAAAAAAR0/JCY6Jd18T5s/s72-c/Drew+Brees.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286383078338613380.post-5796991738286012901</id><published>2010-01-30T22:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T22:03:00.060-08:00</updated><title type='text'>PANTIES OR UNDERWEAR?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Okay boys. Tell me this. Why are you afraid when little kids tell you that you wear panties, that you tell them that boys don't wear panties, but underwear? Are you afraid that if you say that you wear panties, that it will make you become, a girl?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emily asked her dad what color his panties were, right away, I heard him say, I don't wear panties! I am wearing underwear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/286383078338613380-5796991738286012901?l=onelittlemonkeysittingonabed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelittlemonkeysittingonabed.blogspot.com/feeds/5796991738286012901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=286383078338613380&amp;postID=5796991738286012901' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286383078338613380/posts/default/5796991738286012901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286383078338613380/posts/default/5796991738286012901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelittlemonkeysittingonabed.blogspot.com/2010/01/panties-or-underwear.html' title='PANTIES OR UNDERWEAR?'/><author><name>Monkey Fingers and Toes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05916920349093628569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286383078338613380.post-6331210718037945682</id><published>2010-01-10T21:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T21:58:04.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome Sarah!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; This is our newest addition. Born January 4, 2010 weighing in at 9 lbs 12 Oz, and measuring 20.5 inches. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432778575164905986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i_TdE78223g/S2UbVHwOmgI/AAAAAAAAARc/mbUod_crdsA/s400/january+2010+070.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432778589854670866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i_TdE78223g/S2UbV-eioBI/AAAAAAAAARk/loIk8MMQkGE/s400/sarah+jan+2010+002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432778595252162850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i_TdE78223g/S2UbWSlZ0SI/AAAAAAAAARs/GIdIpgwgzis/s400/sarah+jan+2010+003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;We love you Sarah Paxton Kohler!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/286383078338613380-6331210718037945682?l=onelittlemonkeysittingonabed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelittlemonkeysittingonabed.blogspot.com/feeds/6331210718037945682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=286383078338613380&amp;postID=6331210718037945682' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286383078338613380/posts/default/6331210718037945682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286383078338613380/posts/default/6331210718037945682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelittlemonkeysittingonabed.blogspot.com/2010/01/welcome-sarah.html' title='Welcome Sarah!'/><author><name>Monkey Fingers and Toes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05916920349093628569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i_TdE78223g/S2UbVHwOmgI/AAAAAAAAARc/mbUod_crdsA/s72-c/january+2010+070.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286383078338613380.post-4977574971545529573</id><published>2009-12-19T21:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T21:49:34.994-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Santa Clause</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;This year we went to see Santa.  Not the one at Christmas Village, I heard he was quite the grump.  But Glenn's cousin Dan and Jewel decorate their house (I would hate to have their electric bill), and for one night, they dawn Mr. and Mrs. Clause outfits.  They give out candy canes, and they give each child a present.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i_TdE78223g/S2UY82bw5UI/AAAAAAAAARU/K_FHyMilr4o/s1600-h/dec+2009+2+007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432775959175554370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i_TdE78223g/S2UY82bw5UI/AAAAAAAAARU/K_FHyMilr4o/s400/dec+2009+2+007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Emily wanted to kiss Santa and give him a hug.  When we left for the night, she was sad that she couldn't stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i_TdE78223g/S2UY8IEtbcI/AAAAAAAAARM/5x62EHZyMRE/s1600-h/dec+2009+2+008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432775946730827202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i_TdE78223g/S2UY8IEtbcI/AAAAAAAAARM/5x62EHZyMRE/s400/dec+2009+2+008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; But don't you think  they did a great job?  If you want to go next year let us know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/286383078338613380-4977574971545529573?l=onelittlemonkeysittingonabed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelittlemonkeysittingonabed.blogspot.com/feeds/4977574971545529573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=286383078338613380&amp;postID=4977574971545529573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286383078338613380/posts/default/4977574971545529573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286383078338613380/posts/default/4977574971545529573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelittlemonkeysittingonabed.blogspot.com/2009/12/santa-clause.html' title='Santa Clause'/><author><name>Monkey Fingers and Toes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05916920349093628569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i_TdE78223g/S2UY82bw5UI/AAAAAAAAARU/K_FHyMilr4o/s72-c/dec+2009+2+007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286383078338613380.post-1486340658141348356</id><published>2009-12-15T21:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T21:58:54.544-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nights.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;After July 4ths amazing fireworks in Evanston, my daughter was very afraid to sleep in her own room. After 4 months or so we finally convinced our daughter to sleep in her own room. We went into her room one morning soon after, and did not see her. After looking under her bed, we found her in her closet. This is where she has slept ever since. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i_TdE78223g/S2UTWdMxu2I/AAAAAAAAAQk/BhqQIyZ9g78/s1600-h/Dec+1,+2009+044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432769802008640354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i_TdE78223g/S2UTWdMxu2I/AAAAAAAAAQk/BhqQIyZ9g78/s400/Dec+1,+2009+044.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She always likes to take her drink to bed with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i_TdE78223g/S2UTVss-PrI/AAAAAAAAAQc/Fs5GBVMzat0/s1600-h/Dec+1,+2009+038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432769788990340786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i_TdE78223g/S2UTVss-PrI/AAAAAAAAAQc/Fs5GBVMzat0/s400/Dec+1,+2009+038.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A few nights later, we went into her room to check on her. Imagine my surprise when I found this tucked into her bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432771522382304322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 405px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 285px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i_TdE78223g/S2UU6mF0lEI/AAAAAAAAAQs/GKDjwiFhcdU/s400/Dec+1,+2009+049.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Now, don't you know that beds are for dolls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/286383078338613380-1486340658141348356?l=onelittlemonkeysittingonabed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelittlemonkeysittingonabed.blogspot.com/feeds/1486340658141348356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=286383078338613380&amp;postID=1486340658141348356' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286383078338613380/posts/default/1486340658141348356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286383078338613380/posts/default/1486340658141348356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelittlemonkeysittingonabed.blogspot.com/2010/01/nights.html' title='Nights.'/><author><name>Monkey Fingers and Toes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05916920349093628569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i_TdE78223g/S2UTWdMxu2I/AAAAAAAAAQk/BhqQIyZ9g78/s72-c/Dec+1,+2009+044.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286383078338613380.post-6224909020268324550</id><published>2009-09-30T21:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T21:50:12.245-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Zoo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i_TdE78223g/S2UXCrjHq-I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/WNPjoikk_l4/s1600-h/Dec+1,+2009+011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432773860309576674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i_TdE78223g/S2UXCrjHq-I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/WNPjoikk_l4/s400/Dec+1,+2009+011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; From the left, Emily, Rowdy, and Sophie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided to go to the zoo this summer. These three are going to be TROUBLE soon. I think that they will start to feed off of each others ideas. The most interesting thing that they could find was the monkey that kept taking his blanket off, and wrapping himself up again. I think they watched him for a long time. I think we better keep our eyes on these three. They will be training the next two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432773870623879778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i_TdE78223g/S2UXDR-PcmI/AAAAAAAAARE/g6661tO_mbE/s400/Dec+1,+2009+012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Emily was very intrigued by the monkey.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/286383078338613380-6224909020268324550?l=onelittlemonkeysittingonabed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelittlemonkeysittingonabed.blogspot.com/feeds/6224909020268324550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=286383078338613380&amp;postID=6224909020268324550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286383078338613380/posts/default/6224909020268324550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286383078338613380/posts/default/6224909020268324550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelittlemonkeysittingonabed.blogspot.com/2010/01/zoo.html' title='Zoo'/><author><name>Monkey Fingers and Toes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05916920349093628569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i_TdE78223g/S2UXCrjHq-I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/WNPjoikk_l4/s72-c/Dec+1,+2009+011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286383078338613380.post-1631015523879334009</id><published>2009-03-01T18:09:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T18:16:01.906-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kids</title><content type='html'>Mine certainly take after me. Today, we have had many bumps and bruises. If I didn't know better I would think that I beat her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just today, Em, hung out the newly installed doggy door. She bonked her lip, on the way in or out. Then she went downstairs to get her drink so that I could refill it for her, Em did summer-saults all the way down my stairs, resulting in a bleeding lip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my daughter ran into the side of my couch, resulting in the other side of her lip bleeding. Well finally it is time for her to go to bed, and she turns around on the stairs, and falls flat on her face on the stair. Nice bloody nose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am glad it is bedtime. No more injuries for the night. SIGH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will have pictures again soon, but, I haven't taken any since Christmas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/286383078338613380-1631015523879334009?l=onelittlemonkeysittingonabed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelittlemonkeysittingonabed.blogspot.com/feeds/1631015523879334009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=286383078338613380&amp;postID=1631015523879334009' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286383078338613380/posts/default/1631015523879334009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286383078338613380/posts/default/1631015523879334009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelittlemonkeysittingonabed.blogspot.com/2009/03/kids.html' title='Kids'/><author><name>Monkey Fingers and Toes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05916920349093628569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286383078338613380.post-1800936887606133976</id><published>2009-02-28T10:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T10:47:48.700-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Massage Therapy</title><content type='html'>Everybody need a nice relaxing massage every once in a while.  It has been a long time since I have been able to pamper anyone with a massage.  After three long years and few massages in between, I am now up to giving massages again.&lt;br /&gt;I have cleaned out my massage room, bought new oils, and am ready to go. So if you need a massage, call me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/286383078338613380-1800936887606133976?l=onelittlemonkeysittingonabed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelittlemonkeysittingonabed.blogspot.com/feeds/1800936887606133976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=286383078338613380&amp;postID=1800936887606133976' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286383078338613380/posts/default/1800936887606133976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286383078338613380/posts/default/1800936887606133976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelittlemonkeysittingonabed.blogspot.com/2009/02/massage-therapy.html' title='Massage Therapy'/><author><name>Monkey Fingers and Toes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05916920349093628569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286383078338613380.post-4080960379305508364</id><published>2008-12-26T17:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T17:18:06.872-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MERRY CHRISTMAS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i_TdE78223g/SVWCFY2CMyI/AAAAAAAAAQI/f2DCEvXwb9c/s1600-h/december+2008+016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284272766869189410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i_TdE78223g/SVWCFY2CMyI/AAAAAAAAAQI/f2DCEvXwb9c/s400/december+2008+016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284272771085139634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i_TdE78223g/SVWCFojMfrI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/kh8cG6TK1A8/s400/dec+2008+040.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures speak for themselves, sometimes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Merry Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/286383078338613380-4080960379305508364?l=onelittlemonkeysittingonabed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelittlemonkeysittingonabed.blogspot.com/feeds/4080960379305508364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=286383078338613380&amp;postID=4080960379305508364' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286383078338613380/posts/default/4080960379305508364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286383078338613380/posts/default/4080960379305508364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelittlemonkeysittingonabed.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-christmas.html' title='MERRY CHRISTMAS!'/><author><name>Monkey Fingers and Toes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05916920349093628569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i_TdE78223g/SVWCFY2CMyI/AAAAAAAAAQI/f2DCEvXwb9c/s72-c/december+2008+016.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286383078338613380.post-498977102804839817</id><published>2008-11-26T19:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T20:07:44.261-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy Crazy I was Crazy once, and it never stopped.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt; Today, I drove about 350 miles give or take one or two.  We were finding an address in the middle of nowhere.  We finally found the "Damn Road", I don't remember the name, but really, Damn is included.  We drove about five miles in, and crossed a set of rail road tracks that looked like they had been built about five hundred years ago.  Shortly after the tracks,,, we get to a very dirt road.  This would have been nice if I hadn't of been in a car.  So we follow it down for about two miles.  We come to the Energy station, or something,  We cross two very old wooden bridges, while we are gripping our hands to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;steering&lt;/span&gt; wheel, and the oh shit bar.  These bridges would be fine, but, until they make termites the national bug, I will refuse to appreciate them.  We got to the other side, and there was a locked gate.  So we have to turn around, and go back.  Over the two bridges, and tracks, down a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;steeeeep&lt;/span&gt; hill, that had ruts the size of our car.  See This is the hill we came down.  See the higher ridge, there are no guard rails, just a cliff on the one side of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i_TdE78223g/SS4ZR4qvVeI/AAAAAAAAAPw/Dj_Tl7L3s1M/s1600-h/November+2008+093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273180008757548514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i_TdE78223g/SS4ZR4qvVeI/AAAAAAAAAPw/Dj_Tl7L3s1M/s400/November+2008+093.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We get to the bottom of the hill, and we have to cross yet another ancient bridge,  That is 4 times longer than the previous two.  I got out of the car, while having a major panic attack, can see down through the wood, because five hundred years of termites, and wood, you get the picture.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See you can see the spots where they have attempted to patch the wood. Well it looked like if you missed the boards for tires, you would fall through.  Not wanting to go over, we drove so slowly, and yeah, we made it.  Since i didn't want to go over this bridge again, so we drove for over an hour out of our way, just to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;avoid&lt;/span&gt; the bridge. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i_TdE78223g/SS4ZRavjGzI/AAAAAAAAAPo/rBu4xBbTQr0/s1600-h/November+2008+091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273180000724654898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i_TdE78223g/SS4ZRavjGzI/AAAAAAAAAPo/rBu4xBbTQr0/s400/November+2008+091.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Okay, now that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Halloween&lt;/span&gt; is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;officially&lt;/span&gt; past and over, here is my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;cutest&lt;/span&gt; little lady bug, who wouldn't hold still for pictures.  She officially hates Halloween. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273180023539515138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i_TdE78223g/SS4ZSvvCPwI/AAAAAAAAAQA/-cVqNoYdgYo/s400/November+2008+025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;This is the only picture I have with the three of us.  And probably the only picture I will post that includes me.  Because, usually I am the one with the camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273180014504657858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i_TdE78223g/SS4ZSOE9Q8I/AAAAAAAAAP4/J_2V6DaGJx8/s400/November+2008+054.JPG" border="0" /&gt;If you guys have anything you would like me to post about, let me know.  I have been crazy busy at work, and trying to clean and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;dejunk&lt;/span&gt; my house. Have a great Thanksgiving.&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/286383078338613380-498977102804839817?l=onelittlemonkeysittingonabed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelittlemonkeysittingonabed.blogspot.com/feeds/498977102804839817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=286383078338613380&amp;postID=498977102804839817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286383078338613380/posts/default/498977102804839817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286383078338613380/posts/default/498977102804839817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelittlemonkeysittingonabed.blogspot.com/2008/11/crazy-crazy-i-was-crazy-once-and-it.html' title='Crazy Crazy I was Crazy once, and it never stopped.'/><author><name>Monkey Fingers and Toes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05916920349093628569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i_TdE78223g/SS4ZR4qvVeI/AAAAAAAAAPw/Dj_Tl7L3s1M/s72-c/November+2008+093.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286383078338613380.post-6609988355098918525</id><published>2008-10-20T15:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T15:09:54.314-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i_TdE78223g/SP0BfeLi5tI/AAAAAAAAALw/ILDjZOobvqQ/s1600-h/October+2008+008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259361580027668178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i_TdE78223g/SP0BfeLi5tI/AAAAAAAAALw/ILDjZOobvqQ/s400/October+2008+008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i_TdE78223g/SP0Bf-1YtgI/AAAAAAAAAL4/l-Uz07KeDc0/s1600-h/October+2008+018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259361588793095682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i_TdE78223g/SP0Bf-1YtgI/AAAAAAAAAL4/l-Uz07KeDc0/s400/October+2008+018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i_TdE78223g/SP0BgSgCwWI/AAAAAAAAAMA/Sn7x4xIFyCY/s1600-h/October+2008+035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259361594072285538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i_TdE78223g/SP0BgSgCwWI/AAAAAAAAAMA/Sn7x4xIFyCY/s400/October+2008+035.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i_TdE78223g/SP0Bgu0RB4I/AAAAAAAAAMI/Uo4sPqT5QuM/s1600-h/October+2008+058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259361601673299842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i_TdE78223g/SP0Bgu0RB4I/AAAAAAAAAMI/Uo4sPqT5QuM/s400/October+2008+058.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i_TdE78223g/SP0BhU_JOaI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/ZFz-NuZ-p78/s1600-h/October+2008+074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259361611919473058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i_TdE78223g/SP0BhU_JOaI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/ZFz-NuZ-p78/s400/October+2008+074.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/286383078338613380-6609988355098918525?l=onelittlemonkeysittingonabed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelittlemonkeysittingonabed.blogspot.com/feeds/6609988355098918525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=286383078338613380&amp;postID=6609988355098918525' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286383078338613380/posts/default/6609988355098918525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286383078338613380/posts/default/6609988355098918525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelittlemonkeysittingonabed.blogspot.com/2008/10/random-pictures.html' title='Random Pictures'/><author><name>Monkey Fingers and Toes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05916920349093628569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i_TdE78223g/SP0BfeLi5tI/AAAAAAAAALw/ILDjZOobvqQ/s72-c/October+2008+008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286383078338613380.post-4382257031261912916</id><published>2008-09-19T13:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T13:52:14.637-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, I have been busy, really I have.  I have been getting better, YEAH!  Slowly.  Emily and I made it to the state fair this last week, and um, I forgot my camera.  So Sorry you don't get to see any pictures of her petting the calf, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;piglett&lt;/span&gt;, or the sheep, and you don't get to see her riding on the ponies.  Sorry.  Still she had a lot of fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i_TdE78223g/SNQKQi_oV0I/AAAAAAAAAKI/rPF0qzcRfgI/s1600-h/Sept+08+010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247830745181345602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i_TdE78223g/SNQKQi_oV0I/AAAAAAAAAKI/rPF0qzcRfgI/s400/Sept+08+010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Okay I had to show you this face.  I find it quite amusing. Just not when I am feeding her.  This is a I DON'T LIKE IT, AND YOU CAN NOT MAKE ME EAT IT look.  This makes me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;frusterated&lt;/span&gt;, beyond belief. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i_TdE78223g/SNQKQ99P3iI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/ydcq3llBq68/s1600-h/Sept+08+016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247830752419110434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i_TdE78223g/SNQKQ99P3iI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/ydcq3llBq68/s400/Sept+08+016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our Family went to the zoo on Saturday, and you will see a lot of pictures of Emily with her dad.  This would be Em's first slide ride.  She hasn't been outside a lot this year, we have been confined to my house, due to many issues. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i_TdE78223g/SNQKRbxP3qI/AAAAAAAAAKY/rE4EONbsHpo/s1600-h/Sept+08+022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247830760421842594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i_TdE78223g/SNQKRbxP3qI/AAAAAAAAAKY/rE4EONbsHpo/s400/Sept+08+022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is Emily being a big girl on the big &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;teater&lt;/span&gt; totter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i_TdE78223g/SNQKRjQ671I/AAAAAAAAAKg/dw5KFeWwwhs/s1600-h/Sept+08+039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247830762433736530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i_TdE78223g/SNQKRjQ671I/AAAAAAAAAKg/dw5KFeWwwhs/s400/Sept+08+039.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is the monkey that had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;turrets&lt;/span&gt;.  He had this OCD about smiling every other second.  Seriously.  I didn't get one of him smiling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i_TdE78223g/SNQKR9pvY6I/AAAAAAAAAKo/6RRQ1fD5rQc/s1600-h/Sept+08+045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247830769517159330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i_TdE78223g/SNQKR9pvY6I/AAAAAAAAAKo/6RRQ1fD5rQc/s400/Sept+08+045.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Emily would not take her eyes off of the elephants.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247831917273362834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i_TdE78223g/SNQLUxYJMZI/AAAAAAAAAKw/1FVufUZscW8/s400/Sept+08+053.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By this time, Emily was really tired.  She was scared to sit on the carousel, but was a little bit braver with her dad with her.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247831921531339922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i_TdE78223g/SNQLVBPUxJI/AAAAAAAAAK4/-gG9wtTsPfE/s400/Sept+08+058.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I cannot tell you how much I want turkey day to be here.  If only just for the family spending the whole day together.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247831925910238306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i_TdE78223g/SNQLVRjVdGI/AAAAAAAAALA/ItdqPRbsyAA/s400/Sept+08+061.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247832422730145506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i_TdE78223g/SNQLyMWbnuI/AAAAAAAAALY/qzNIXyT_opA/s400/Sept+08+086.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247831932439590642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i_TdE78223g/SNQLVp4DdvI/AAAAAAAAALI/EnsTMXLjyB8/s400/Sept+08+073.JPG" border="0" /&gt; I have to say, I am really glad I have a patient dog.  Look at the way these two get along.  The dog will come and sit or lay next to Emily, just so Em can maule her.  She doesn't mind having her ears pulled, or being slapped, or having her teeth examined.  Boy am I lucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247832424329512898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i_TdE78223g/SNQLySTwB8I/AAAAAAAAALg/UGfWUA0rt-k/s400/Sept+08+091.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247833268961801570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i_TdE78223g/SNQMjczx9WI/AAAAAAAAALo/XJGR6ViiV1A/s400/Sept+08+089.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247831936176998834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i_TdE78223g/SNQLV3zHybI/AAAAAAAAALQ/-ASceW3IUpM/s400/Sept+08+076.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I have to tell you the funny thing Emily did.  My mom and I were going to the store, because there is a big case lot sale going on, and I wanted to stock up my food storage.  So Emily was sitting in the back seat singing and chatting with herself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I look back at her and say "Hey Em, how are you doing?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She looks at me with this serious look and says "SHUT UP".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I turn to my mom and ask, with a funny look on my face, and say "Did she really just tell me this?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now how do you explain to a 16 month old, that we do not say shut up, and that we only say shhhh.   Ecspecially if all you understand is that she sounds like she is speaking Chinese.  I don't know most of the time what she is saying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Later on my drive home, Em says " Mom"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I said "What"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She says "SHUT UP"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I give up.&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/286383078338613380-4382257031261912916?l=onelittlemonkeysittingonabed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelittlemonkeysittingonabed.blogspot.com/feeds/4382257031261912916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=286383078338613380&amp;postID=4382257031261912916' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286383078338613380/posts/default/4382257031261912916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286383078338613380/posts/default/4382257031261912916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelittlemonkeysittingonabed.blogspot.com/2008/09/okay-i-have-been-busy-really-i-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Monkey Fingers and Toes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05916920349093628569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i_TdE78223g/SNQKQi_oV0I/AAAAAAAAAKI/rPF0qzcRfgI/s72-c/Sept+08+010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286383078338613380.post-2299925753633552651</id><published>2008-08-20T15:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T16:10:10.377-07:00</updated><title type='text'>UPDATE?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I haven't posted in a while because my life is kinda boring, but that is the way I like it.  No Drama.   I am posting a few pictures, but I do not have a lot of good ones so enjoy if you would like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i_TdE78223g/SKyh9p04OaI/AAAAAAAAAI0/E7oIU6mVpqY/s1600-h/aug+2008+063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236738547296778658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i_TdE78223g/SKyh9p04OaI/AAAAAAAAAI0/E7oIU6mVpqY/s400/aug+2008+063.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Emily enjoys getting dressed herself these days.  Just look at the outfit combo.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Not something I would pick out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i_TdE78223g/SKyh-CzEZBI/AAAAAAAAAI8/KeFCptuqPbA/s1600-h/aug+2008+098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236738554000073746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i_TdE78223g/SKyh-CzEZBI/AAAAAAAAAI8/KeFCptuqPbA/s400/aug+2008+098.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She gets really mad that she cannot have the camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i_TdE78223g/SKyh-qo246I/AAAAAAAAAJE/2brpDjrzhgA/s1600-h/aug+2008+110.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236738564694664098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i_TdE78223g/SKyh-qo246I/AAAAAAAAAJE/2brpDjrzhgA/s400/aug+2008+110.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Make your own decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i_TdE78223g/SKyh-55QWgI/AAAAAAAAAJM/AQV5q8YSpQY/s1600-h/aug+2008+122.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236738568789973506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i_TdE78223g/SKyh-55QWgI/AAAAAAAAAJM/AQV5q8YSpQY/s400/aug+2008+122.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Enjoying her lunch, no help from mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i_TdE78223g/SKyh_UN-GqI/AAAAAAAAAJU/79gFnNqkSvE/s1600-h/aug+2008+182.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236738575856179874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i_TdE78223g/SKyh_UN-GqI/AAAAAAAAAJU/79gFnNqkSvE/s400/aug+2008+182.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is the first time I have straightened her hair.  I cannot believe how long it is.  Usually it is in tight ringletts around the base of her head.  Not past her shoulders.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236739213996695906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i_TdE78223g/SKyikdehoWI/AAAAAAAAAJc/aSGKe_0DV2I/s400/aug+2008+198.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Emily decided that she is definatly my daughter.  Notice the lack of clothing in these pictures. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236739215917319938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i_TdE78223g/SKyikkocBwI/AAAAAAAAAJk/QU8NFJGihpQ/s400/aug+2008+202.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236739220602995890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i_TdE78223g/SKyik2FlxLI/AAAAAAAAAJs/A18H-pdtHe8/s400/aug+2008+204.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, sorry but not much to say.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Love ya all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/286383078338613380-2299925753633552651?l=onelittlemonkeysittingonabed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelittlemonkeysittingonabed.blogspot.com/feeds/2299925753633552651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=286383078338613380&amp;postID=2299925753633552651' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286383078338613380/posts/default/2299925753633552651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286383078338613380/posts/default/2299925753633552651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelittlemonkeysittingonabed.blogspot.com/2008/08/update.html' title='UPDATE?'/><author><name>Monkey Fingers and Toes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05916920349093628569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i_TdE78223g/SKyh9p04OaI/AAAAAAAAAI0/E7oIU6mVpqY/s72-c/aug+2008+063.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286383078338613380.post-4679696708622516141</id><published>2008-07-05T22:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T01:19:59.547-08:00</updated><title type='text'>All the Cousins,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have to share with you the talent that my sister have.  For my moms birthday last week, they gathered up all the grandchildren and took these beautiful pictures.    It takes a lot of talent and effort to make five children laugh and smile.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i_TdE78223g/SHBcnp4dYSI/AAAAAAAAAIE/SH88u9SsKUE/s1600-h/IMG_3171.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219773804449718562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i_TdE78223g/SHBcnp4dYSI/AAAAAAAAAIE/SH88u9SsKUE/s400/IMG_3171.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The beautiful Amelia, Princess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i_TdE78223g/SHBcoIorVzI/AAAAAAAAAIM/4Kc5tREbIBs/s1600-h/Amelia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219773812705023794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i_TdE78223g/SHBcoIorVzI/AAAAAAAAAIM/4Kc5tREbIBs/s400/Amelia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Beautiful Tess, Spunky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i_TdE78223g/SHBconQJuvI/AAAAAAAAAIc/YvzdcPSFO7U/s1600-h/Tess.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219773820923656946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i_TdE78223g/SHBconQJuvI/AAAAAAAAAIc/YvzdcPSFO7U/s400/Tess.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My Beautiful Emily, Monkey. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219774107006809330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i_TdE78223g/SHBc5Q_sNPI/AAAAAAAAAIs/9Zm3bjwzwl0/s400/IMG_3186.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Beautiful Sophie, Squishy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i_TdE78223g/SHBcpFmuAtI/AAAAAAAAAIk/_cHCdJc8APc/s1600-h/Sophie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219773829071373010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i_TdE78223g/SHBcpFmuAtI/AAAAAAAAAIk/_cHCdJc8APc/s400/Sophie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And the youngest, Handsome Rowdy, or Buckaroo.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219773818265670690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i_TdE78223g/SHBcodWcFCI/AAAAAAAAAIU/Cd4yb_TeC6M/s400/Rowdy+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Give the sis's a big hand... They are wonderful. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thanks guys for all of the help that you have given me and my &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;family over the past couple of weeks.  We will forever be grateful.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thanks for my mom and my sisters for taking my baby girl, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and caring for her as if she was your own.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thank you for making this one of the easiest recoveries this year.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thanks for the many prayers that have helped me mentally be &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;able to handle this past fifteen months. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thanks to the Dr's that have made it possible to be put back together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thanks to my neighbor, who is a very dear friend.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Who organized dinners for my family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And brought the ladies of the ward over to visit. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And has found time to visit or call often.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thank you Heavenly Father, for sending me the best little girl in the world.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You knew how much I needed her.  You knew how good she would have to be, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;in order for me to survive this past year.  She has made everything that I have gone through worth every ounce of pain, and every tear.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thank you for giving me a husband who is patient and loving.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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/286383078338613380-4679696708622516141?l=onelittlemonkeysittingonabed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelittlemonkeysittingonabed.blogspot.com/feeds/4679696708622516141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=286383078338613380&amp;postID=4679696708622516141' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286383078338613380/posts/default/4679696708622516141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286383078338613380/posts/default/4679696708622516141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelittlemonkeysittingonabed.blogspot.com/2008/07/all-cousins.html' title='All the Cousins,'/><author><name>Monkey Fingers and Toes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05916920349093628569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i_TdE78223g/SHBcnp4dYSI/AAAAAAAAAIE/SH88u9SsKUE/s72-c/IMG_3171.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286383078338613380.post-6537910677167102203</id><published>2008-06-26T08:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T08:47:56.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time</title><content type='html'>Time.  It is the one thing we never have enough of.  Time is the one thing that is endless.  Time always runs out when you need more of it.  Time is the one thing I don't have.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Wednesday, I went in for surgery, again.  Five times in fourteen months.  One C-section.  One attempted hernia repair.  One Hernia repair.  One &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Tonsillectomy&lt;/span&gt;.   And finally a Major abdominal repair, and muscle repair, and slight tummy tuck.  Ouch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought that I had time to do my job and get every aspect of the house clean.  I wasn't planning on having surgery until the middle of July.  Not the 18&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Th&lt;/span&gt; of June.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't get the dishes done, the laundry done, or the carpets scrubbed.   You see, I was too busy playing with my one year old.   I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;didn&lt;/span&gt;' t know when the next time I would see her would be.  I don't know when the next time I will get down on the floor and play with her.   I was too busy being a mom. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I have been home, I came home Tuesday night (I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;despise&lt;/span&gt; rush hour &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;traffic&lt;/span&gt;!) I have gotten many hugs and kisses &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;from&lt;/span&gt; Emily.  My Husband has cleaned the dishes, finished some laundry. and pulled the weeds.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time- thank heavens we will always have more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/286383078338613380-6537910677167102203?l=onelittlemonkeysittingonabed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelittlemonkeysittingonabed.blogspot.com/feeds/6537910677167102203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=286383078338613380&amp;postID=6537910677167102203' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286383078338613380/posts/default/6537910677167102203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286383078338613380/posts/default/6537910677167102203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelittlemonkeysittingonabed.blogspot.com/2008/06/time.html' title='Time'/><author><name>Monkey Fingers and Toes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05916920349093628569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286383078338613380.post-3861189337296908731</id><published>2008-05-29T16:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T14:18:40.955-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Neighbors</title><content type='html'>Everybody has them. You cannot get away from them. Most, you become friends with, have barbeques with, and raise your children around... On the other hand, you have those that you just cannot come to live with. My neighbors take the cake. They have four boys. The oldest three are members of a very notorious gang. Last year, they had a drive by shooting. Leaving them with 14 rounds in their house. The dad was becides himself. The Mommy was laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I said laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, when we were getting ready for bed, our doorbell rings. Mind you, this is almost ten o'clock at night. I go downstairs and answer the door. It is a man with a warrent, asking me if I had seen this person(my neighbors kid). Thank heavens, he hasn't been around much since the shooting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad that I thought bounty hunters were only in big cities.  Because, I never thought that I would have to face one.  I am glad that he wasn't here for anybody in my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So needless to say, I do not like my neighbors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me about the neighbors you have issues with. Maybe, I will have a chuckle or two with you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/286383078338613380-3861189337296908731?l=onelittlemonkeysittingonabed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelittlemonkeysittingonabed.blogspot.com/feeds/3861189337296908731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=286383078338613380&amp;postID=3861189337296908731' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286383078338613380/posts/default/3861189337296908731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286383078338613380/posts/default/3861189337296908731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelittlemonkeysittingonabed.blogspot.com/2008/05/neighbors.html' title='Neighbors'/><author><name>Monkey Fingers and Toes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05916920349093628569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286383078338613380.post-5111803945502464177</id><published>2008-05-26T18:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T18:54:30.565-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dinner Time</title><content type='html'>Tonight I made lasagna, peas, and garlic bread.  Emily was eating the peas for about five minutes, and then tried the lasagna.  Out came "Damn Good, Grandma".  Gotta love the babysitter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/286383078338613380-5111803945502464177?l=onelittlemonkeysittingonabed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelittlemonkeysittingonabed.blogspot.com/feeds/5111803945502464177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=286383078338613380&amp;postID=5111803945502464177' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286383078338613380/posts/default/5111803945502464177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286383078338613380/posts/default/5111803945502464177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelittlemonkeysittingonabed.blogspot.com/2008/05/dinner-time.html' title='Dinner Time'/><author><name>Monkey Fingers and Toes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05916920349093628569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286383078338613380.post-9012108013290606749</id><published>2008-05-03T21:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T01:20:02.059-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Emily's Birthday Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy Birthday to you, Miss Monkey Pants.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know I am REALLY LATE IN POSTING THIS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But, that is what happens when you work full time, have constant DR. appts.  and have no time after cleaning and laundry, and of course PLAYING with the Monkey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i_TdE78223g/SB06RfjXh8I/AAAAAAAAAGE/aLjUq9BowfY/s1600-h/Emily%27s+Birthday+part+March+3,+2208+128.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196373617257449410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i_TdE78223g/SB06RfjXh8I/AAAAAAAAAGE/aLjUq9BowfY/s400/Emily%27s+Birthday+part+March+3,+2208+128.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Thanks to all of her familly and friends who brought her some wonderful gifts, I am working on thank you cards.  I promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i_TdE78223g/SB06R_jXh9I/AAAAAAAAAGM/TXQ3oDmXh38/s1600-h/Emily%27s+Birthday+part+March+3,+2208+122.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196373625847384018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i_TdE78223g/SB06R_jXh9I/AAAAAAAAAGM/TXQ3oDmXh38/s400/Emily%27s+Birthday+part+March+3,+2208+122.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is probably the only picture you will ever see of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i_TdE78223g/SB06SPjXh-I/AAAAAAAAAGU/LALkRJ0A798/s1600-h/Emily%27s+Birthday+part+March+3,+2208+137.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196373630142351330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i_TdE78223g/SB06SPjXh-I/AAAAAAAAAGU/LALkRJ0A798/s400/Emily%27s+Birthday+part+March+3,+2208+137.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Monkey wouldn't leave grandmas arms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i_TdE78223g/SB06SfjXh_I/AAAAAAAAAGc/tJK6x-7GrdU/s1600-h/Emily%27s+Birthday+part+March+3,+2208+152.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196373634437318642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i_TdE78223g/SB06SfjXh_I/AAAAAAAAAGc/tJK6x-7GrdU/s400/Emily%27s+Birthday+part+March+3,+2208+152.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The beautiful cake grandma made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196373612962482098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="301" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i_TdE78223g/SB06RPjXh7I/AAAAAAAAAF8/-CGGXFPPPn0/s400/Emily%27s+Birthday+part+March+3,+2208+121.JPG" width="400" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The Spread.  WOW that was a lot of food.  Thanks to everybody for bringing something yummy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199881532874554722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="400" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i_TdE78223g/SCmwtDkZ_WI/AAAAAAAAAHM/tgO_Lg_yd8s/s400/Emily%27s+Birthday+part+March+3,+2208+143.JPG" width="300" border="0" /&gt;The cute birthday girl teddy bear cake.  Just For Emily.  She loved it.  She has also never had this much sugar in her life.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199881541464489330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i_TdE78223g/SCmwtjkZ_XI/AAAAAAAAAHU/s_xi4EoIl30/s400/Emily%27s+Birthday+part+March+3,+2208+161.JPG" border="0" /&gt;This is her first taste of yummy frosting.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;She decides it is so goooood, she needs a whole mouthful.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199881545759456642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i_TdE78223g/SCmwtzkZ_YI/AAAAAAAAAHc/UkEEctT0CQs/s400/Emily%27s+Birthday+part+March+3,+2208+188.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199881550054423954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i_TdE78223g/SCmwuDkZ_ZI/AAAAAAAAAHk/h-_uBl-i674/s400/Emily%27s+Birthday+part+March+3,+2208+192.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Its much more fun if you smash the cake.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199881554349391266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i_TdE78223g/SCmwuTkZ_aI/AAAAAAAAAHs/SDTNcrqOPwc/s400/Emily%27s+Birthday+part+March+3,+2208+199.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Taste all of the different colors of frosting.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199883603048791490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i_TdE78223g/SCmyljkZ_cI/AAAAAAAAAH8/uXyybtQtg94/s400/Emily%27s+Birthday+part+March+3,+2208+208.JPG" border="0" /&gt;And decide you are done, and throw and toss the cake all over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199883594458856882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i_TdE78223g/SCmylDkZ_bI/AAAAAAAAAH0/XYvcoECMC6M/s400/Emily%27s+Birthday+part+March+3,+2208+205.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;But the Monkey had a lot of fun.  So did all of the family and friends.  Thanks to all of you.  Love ya.  I hope the next year goes by slower than the first.  But I wouldn't trade it for the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday EM.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/286383078338613380-9012108013290606749?l=onelittlemonkeysittingonabed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelittlemonkeysittingonabed.blogspot.com/feeds/9012108013290606749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=286383078338613380&amp;postID=9012108013290606749' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286383078338613380/posts/default/9012108013290606749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286383078338613380/posts/default/9012108013290606749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelittlemonkeysittingonabed.blogspot.com/2008/05/emilys-birthday-pictures.html' title='Emily&apos;s Birthday Pictures'/><author><name>Monkey Fingers and Toes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05916920349093628569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i_TdE78223g/SB06RfjXh8I/AAAAAAAAAGE/aLjUq9BowfY/s72-c/Emily%27s+Birthday+part+March+3,+2208+128.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286383078338613380.post-5413734759998285827</id><published>2008-05-03T13:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T13:47:58.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Emily's Birthday</title><content type='html'>Emily's birthday was Thursday. Tonight we are celebrating her 1st birthday. I will post pictures later. We are very excited, yet kinda sad... I can't believe that we have had this angel for one whole year. We have watched her grow, explore and experiment with everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She loves to climb, and jump and be into everything, for this we call her our little monkey. I love that she will go to just about everybody. (I know that wont last.) I love that she lights up when I come home from work. I love the cheesy grin she gives me when she is being naughty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love that she came into this world big enough that I wasn't afraid I was going to break her. That she never lost her hair, except for the many hair cuts that grandma wasn't too fond of. I love that she studies every thing. I am glad you are here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY EMILY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/286383078338613380-5413734759998285827?l=onelittlemonkeysittingonabed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelittlemonkeysittingonabed.blogspot.com/feeds/5413734759998285827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=286383078338613380&amp;postID=5413734759998285827' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286383078338613380/posts/default/5413734759998285827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286383078338613380/posts/default/5413734759998285827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelittlemonkeysittingonabed.blogspot.com/2008/05/emilys-birthday.html' title='Emily&apos;s Birthday'/><author><name>Monkey Fingers and Toes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05916920349093628569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286383078338613380.post-3213061812512582172</id><published>2008-04-18T21:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T21:26:17.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Projects at work</title><content type='html'>Have you ever really worked hard on a project? I have worked the last two months on a promotion for work. I am in charge of newspaper carriers. I have 90 routes that I am over. Maybe 80 different carriers. These people usually make my job difficult or really easy. Most of the time, they make my job relativaly easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was planning an activity to reward their good work. I invited another managers area to participate with mine. I rented a popcorn machine, got popcorn, salt and oil. I bought a movie. I went to Best Buy, Mega Plex and bought about $150.00 in gift certificates. From the website that the newspaper sells things off of, I got Speed Street racing tickets, Nature Center Tickets, Dinosaur Park tickets, Treehouse Museum, and Chick-fil-a gift certificates. I spent a lot of time doing fliers, talking with carriers, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my promotion was tonight. It was a good learning experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two carriers showed up. Neither of which, were my carriers. I spent so much time on this project, it really discourages me from doing another one. Unfortunately, I have a lot of other ideas in my head for other promotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you to the 2 carriers and your families for coming and enjoying NIGHT AT THE MUSEUM. (That was the movie we watched.) But 2 families were better than nobody showing up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found out that North Ogden Jr. was putting on a play, so that took out over half of my district. So maybe next time, they will come. If I do another promo, they will come. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/286383078338613380-3213061812512582172?l=onelittlemonkeysittingonabed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelittlemonkeysittingonabed.blogspot.com/feeds/3213061812512582172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=286383078338613380&amp;postID=3213061812512582172' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286383078338613380/posts/default/3213061812512582172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286383078338613380/posts/default/3213061812512582172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelittlemonkeysittingonabed.blogspot.com/2008/04/have-you-ever-really-worked-hard-on.html' title='Projects at work'/><author><name>Monkey Fingers and Toes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05916920349093628569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286383078338613380.post-6969783436620686298</id><published>2008-04-16T18:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T18:09:50.137-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Swing sets</title><content type='html'>Hey Everybody out there.  I have to find a good swing set.  Emily's (Monkeys) Birthday is in two weeks.  I can't believe she is going to be one already.  If you have any ideas besides Wal-Mart, please let me know.  I need HELP!  Thanks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/286383078338613380-6969783436620686298?l=onelittlemonkeysittingonabed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelittlemonkeysittingonabed.blogspot.com/feeds/6969783436620686298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=286383078338613380&amp;postID=6969783436620686298' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286383078338613380/posts/default/6969783436620686298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286383078338613380/posts/default/6969783436620686298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelittlemonkeysittingonabed.blogspot.com/2008/04/swing-sets.html' title='Swing sets'/><author><name>Monkey Fingers and Toes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05916920349093628569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286383078338613380.post-6532480541099255029</id><published>2008-04-06T21:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T21:09:49.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cool Website for kids treats</title><content type='html'>Hey I was just browsing the web, and somehow landed on this website  &lt;a href="http://www.kidskuisine.com/"&gt;www.kidskuisine.com&lt;/a&gt;  just thought that if you would like to make something creative, this website could be fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/286383078338613380-6532480541099255029?l=onelittlemonkeysittingonabed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelittlemonkeysittingonabed.blogspot.com/feeds/6532480541099255029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=286383078338613380&amp;postID=6532480541099255029' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286383078338613380/posts/default/6532480541099255029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286383078338613380/posts/default/6532480541099255029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelittlemonkeysittingonabed.blogspot.com/2008/04/cool-website-for-kids-treats.html' title='Cool Website for kids treats'/><author><name>Monkey Fingers and Toes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05916920349093628569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286383078338613380.post-7869864535155252133</id><published>2008-04-04T22:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T01:20:03.229-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Tonight it is late at night. I have been up since 3:45 A.M. But, since I haven't posted in a while, you can see crooked pictures. Indian has summoned a post. I will start off with Easter. Monkey recieved her very own cell phone. She has played with this for hours. She loves it, mostley, because it is the same color as mommies. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i_TdE78223g/R_cP3FpQmyI/AAAAAAAAAEs/giGDBnAgUyk/s1600-h/March+2008+016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185630935022869282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i_TdE78223g/R_cP3FpQmyI/AAAAAAAAAEs/giGDBnAgUyk/s400/March+2008+016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; For Easter breakfast, Monkey and I, ate waffles (on the bed). Isn't she cute in her bunny sleepers. She Loves to climb on the iron decor that is my headboard. She thinks it is great to make monkey noises as she reaches for the top (she really does).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i_TdE78223g/R_cP3lpQmzI/AAAAAAAAAE0/3kt-JKsoiHU/s1600-h/March+2008+042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185630943612803890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i_TdE78223g/R_cP3lpQmzI/AAAAAAAAAE0/3kt-JKsoiHU/s400/March+2008+042.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Monkey is quite amused by glasses. So Mr. Bunny brought her a few pairs for Easter. They wigged her out and she fell over backwards. While never letting go of her new phone. It is quite cute, princesses and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i_TdE78223g/R_cP31pQm0I/AAAAAAAAAE8/wwaNGcGKEcg/s1600-h/March+2008+020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185630947907771202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i_TdE78223g/R_cP31pQm0I/AAAAAAAAAE8/wwaNGcGKEcg/s400/March+2008+020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Monkey is learning that she can do more than just crawl (at lightening speeds), she never just paces herself with this little walker, she runs. She just goes. Over the dogs, shoes, daddy, mommie, whatever is in her way. I just cannot get enough of her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i_TdE78223g/R_cP4FpQm1I/AAAAAAAAAFE/eFw21THbec0/s1600-h/March+2008+113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185630952202738514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i_TdE78223g/R_cP4FpQm1I/AAAAAAAAAFE/eFw21THbec0/s400/March+2008+113.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Really, I try to clean my house. I put the Monkey's dirty clothes in her basket. While I attempt to fold her clothes or put her toys away, she proceedes to take all the dirty clothes out, and FLING them across the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i_TdE78223g/R_cP4lpQm2I/AAAAAAAAAFM/LW_qQRMljIU/s1600-h/March+2008+123.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185630960792673122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i_TdE78223g/R_cP4lpQm2I/AAAAAAAAAFM/LW_qQRMljIU/s400/March+2008+123.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Every room ends up like this.  Toys, shoes, blankets.  You name it.  It never stays where it is supposed to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185634590040038258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 405px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="300" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i_TdE78223g/R_cTL1pQm3I/AAAAAAAAAFU/pe6JM5lAn6M/s400/March+2008+138.JPG" width="449" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185634594335005570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i_TdE78223g/R_cTMFpQm4I/AAAAAAAAAFc/hziP211Ijj4/s400/March+2008+182.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monkey, always knows when I am taking her picture.  This is usually what happens.  She attempts to rip the camera away from me.  When she can't have it she has learned that she can throw a tantrum.  I think she learned it from the babysitter.  Maybe not.  For those of you with smaller kids.  Just wait.  Especially when you are in the store, and grandma is laughing because your child is screaming.  It is really fun.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My life has been extremely hectic lately.  I will try to post more often, but, I cannot make any promises.  I get up at 4:15 daily, go to work at 5:00.  Work till 2 or 3.  Play with monkey, fix dinner, bath time, story time, and bed by 11:00.  Unfortunately, I love to read and linger on your posts, but that is usually while I am at work, checking my email.. Thanks for your guys' comments.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/286383078338613380-7869864535155252133?l=onelittlemonkeysittingonabed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelittlemonkeysittingonabed.blogspot.com/feeds/7869864535155252133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=286383078338613380&amp;postID=7869864535155252133' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286383078338613380/posts/default/7869864535155252133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286383078338613380/posts/default/7869864535155252133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelittlemonkeysittingonabed.blogspot.com/2008/04/tonight-it-is-late-at-night.html' title=''/><author><name>Monkey Fingers and Toes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05916920349093628569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i_TdE78223g/R_cP3FpQmyI/AAAAAAAAAEs/giGDBnAgUyk/s72-c/March+2008+016.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286383078338613380.post-4971758630018172640</id><published>2008-03-23T20:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T01:20:03.688-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Monkey and Ethan</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i_TdE78223g/R-ch6lpQmvI/AAAAAAAAAD0/L_G_wkjvA-o/s1600-h/emily+and+ethan+march+2008+077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181147186734340850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i_TdE78223g/R-ch6lpQmvI/AAAAAAAAAD0/L_G_wkjvA-o/s400/emily+and+ethan+march+2008+077.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is baby Ethan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i_TdE78223g/R-ch7FpQmwI/AAAAAAAAAD8/rha7KB-6wtM/s1600-h/emily+and+ethan+march+2008+072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181147195324275458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i_TdE78223g/R-ch7FpQmwI/AAAAAAAAAD8/rha7KB-6wtM/s400/emily+and+ethan+march+2008+072.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Monkey just woke up from her nap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i_TdE78223g/R-ch7VpQmxI/AAAAAAAAAEE/u7Tkj2sHa-E/s1600-h/emily+and+ethan+march+2008+008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181147199619242770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i_TdE78223g/R-ch7VpQmxI/AAAAAAAAAEE/u7Tkj2sHa-E/s400/emily+and+ethan+march+2008+008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These two are really good friends.   To Heidi and Tim, we will miss you.  Good luck in Virginia.  Bye Ethan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/286383078338613380-4971758630018172640?l=onelittlemonkeysittingonabed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelittlemonkeysittingonabed.blogspot.com/feeds/4971758630018172640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=286383078338613380&amp;postID=4971758630018172640' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286383078338613380/posts/default/4971758630018172640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286383078338613380/posts/default/4971758630018172640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelittlemonkeysittingonabed.blogspot.com/2008/03/monkey-and-ethan.html' title='Monkey and Ethan'/><author><name>Monkey Fingers and Toes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05916920349093628569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i_TdE78223g/R-ch6lpQmvI/AAAAAAAAAD0/L_G_wkjvA-o/s72-c/emily+and+ethan+march+2008+077.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286383078338613380.post-2238906809733190946</id><published>2008-03-16T22:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T22:12:40.674-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Best Cheesecake ever!!!</title><content type='html'>Thanks to Paula Dean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mix 2 8 oz pkg cream cheese until smooth.&lt;br /&gt;Add 1 can sweetened condensed milk, keep mixing. &lt;br /&gt;When smooth add 1/2 cup lemon or lime juice, and 1 Tsp vanilla. &lt;br /&gt;Pour into gram cracker crust. &lt;br /&gt;Yum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try it you will love it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/286383078338613380-2238906809733190946?l=onelittlemonkeysittingonabed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelittlemonkeysittingonabed.blogspot.com/feeds/2238906809733190946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=286383078338613380&amp;postID=2238906809733190946' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286383078338613380/posts/default/2238906809733190946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286383078338613380/posts/default/2238906809733190946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelittlemonkeysittingonabed.blogspot.com/2008/03/best-cheesecake-ever.html' title='The Best Cheesecake ever!!!'/><author><name>Monkey Fingers and Toes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05916920349093628569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286383078338613380.post-3055835384203804641</id><published>2008-03-14T12:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T20:53:11.165-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tonsils</title><content type='html'>Wednesday, I had my tonsils removed. Yeah. I had this done because I have had strep throat continuously since the first of January. I hadn't felt this good in three months. Seriously. Today is Friday... I feel yucky. My throat opening is the size of a dime. The back of my throat is all white, and black. I feel swollen. I don't feel sick any more, just sore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to say, that out of the six surgeries that I have had, this is by far the easiest. Thank heavens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to my Mom and Dad, without, over the past year, I wouldn't have survived. Thank you guys for all that you have done, and continue to do for me. Thanks to my husband, who has waited on me hand and foot over the last ten months and four surgeries. And, Monkey, who never is without a smile.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/286383078338613380-3055835384203804641?l=onelittlemonkeysittingonabed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelittlemonkeysittingonabed.blogspot.com/feeds/3055835384203804641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=286383078338613380&amp;postID=3055835384203804641' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286383078338613380/posts/default/3055835384203804641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286383078338613380/posts/default/3055835384203804641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelittlemonkeysittingonabed.blogspot.com/2008/03/tonsils.html' title='Tonsils'/><author><name>Monkey Fingers and Toes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05916920349093628569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286383078338613380.post-8186523547215757364</id><published>2008-03-09T11:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T12:05:58.824-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Last week, my hubby came home from work sick.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nothing wrong with that.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He went upstairs, came down in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Jammie's&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and when I told him to stay away from me, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he pouted. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have very little sympathy trying to keep my house together, recovering from 3 major surgeries this past 10 months, with a fourth coming up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;  Then not feeling like I had sympathized with him enough, he crawled up the stairs.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;During&lt;/span&gt; this time, I was trying to wait on him.) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; I had very little patience with this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A few days later, my sisters, my mom and I, went to see a movie.  Yeah!  The first free time I have had in months.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I came home, and hubby, not wanting to go unnoticed, said "I am really sick".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I said "Really, whats wrong?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;H: "I have a really high temperature."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;M: "How do you know?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;H: "I took my temperature."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;M: " With what?" not thinking he would use an infant thermometer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;H: " Monkey's thermometer."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;M: "OH, how high was it?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;H: said seriously " 97 degrees!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;M: as I am trying not to laugh, because he is so serious &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Dear, your regular temperature should be 98.6. "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;H: " Well I am hotter now, really I am burning up"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Husbands.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Another thing this week, is loading the dishwasher. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When H loads the Dishwasher, he either fills it to the brim,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;not turning it on, or he fills it with a few items, and turns it on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Shouldn't it be the other way around?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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/286383078338613380-8186523547215757364?l=onelittlemonkeysittingonabed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelittlemonkeysittingonabed.blogspot.com/feeds/8186523547215757364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=286383078338613380&amp;postID=8186523547215757364' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286383078338613380/posts/default/8186523547215757364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286383078338613380/posts/default/8186523547215757364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelittlemonkeysittingonabed.blogspot.com/2008/03/last-week-my-hubby-came-home-from-work.html' title=''/><author><name>Monkey Fingers and Toes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05916920349093628569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286383078338613380.post-9084864133879189050</id><published>2008-03-02T09:38:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T09:55:02.888-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Story Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't remember the last movie I saw. Maybe it was Chuck and Larry. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't know. This past week was wonderful, I had a little bit of spare time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That doesn't happen often these days. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Monkey keeps us running after her. She loves the toilet, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;or figuring out how to make the water running from the spout, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;into a falling shower.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love to read, and it has been a long, long time since I have had time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love mysteries, fiction, and historical novels.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I had time to read three books.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yes, three.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The first one came out in movie format on Friday, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I haven't had a chance to go &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;watch it, yet. I think I will have to find some time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The Other Bolyn Girl, was wonderful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love history even if some of the people were fictional.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am so grateful that we live in a time when we are allowed to chose &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;whom we will love and spend our lives with. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am grateful, that we do not have to spend our lives in fear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am even grateful to those women in history that changed the rules,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and challenged the mind set of people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Reading this book, I was so in love with the author, Phillipia Gregory,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that I just had to go buy all the books of hers that I could find.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I finished The Other Bolyn Girl, in three days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The Bolyn Inheritance, took just two.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The Queens Fool, took three.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But sadly, The Virgins lover, I have been reading for five, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and have not made it through much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am busy. Not more than other people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just I love my little family, and spending time with them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But if you do want some light reading, four to six hundred pages&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a book, I would suggest these.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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/286383078338613380-9084864133879189050?l=onelittlemonkeysittingonabed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelittlemonkeysittingonabed.blogspot.com/feeds/9084864133879189050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=286383078338613380&amp;postID=9084864133879189050' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286383078338613380/posts/default/9084864133879189050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286383078338613380/posts/default/9084864133879189050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelittlemonkeysittingonabed.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-dont-remember-last-movie-i-saw.html' title='Story Time'/><author><name>Monkey Fingers and Toes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05916920349093628569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286383078338613380.post-5040144837973755162</id><published>2008-02-27T19:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T01:20:04.143-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Early Easter</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i_TdE78223g/R8YoqEWBXRI/AAAAAAAAADQ/_FC6xdU1iDg/s1600-h/Easter+2008+073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171865925267315986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i_TdE78223g/R8YoqEWBXRI/AAAAAAAAADQ/_FC6xdU1iDg/s400/Easter+2008+073.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i_TdE78223g/R8YoqkWBXSI/AAAAAAAAADY/Bn-ZuWX1Dpg/s1600-h/Easter+2008+115.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171865933857250594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i_TdE78223g/R8YoqkWBXSI/AAAAAAAAADY/Bn-ZuWX1Dpg/s400/Easter+2008+115.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/286383078338613380-5040144837973755162?l=onelittlemonkeysittingonabed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelittlemonkeysittingonabed.blogspot.com/feeds/5040144837973755162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=286383078338613380&amp;postID=5040144837973755162' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286383078338613380/posts/default/5040144837973755162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286383078338613380/posts/default/5040144837973755162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelittlemonkeysittingonabed.blogspot.com/2008/02/happy-early-easter.html' title='Happy Early Easter'/><author><name>Monkey Fingers and Toes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05916920349093628569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i_TdE78223g/R8YoqEWBXRI/AAAAAAAAADQ/_FC6xdU1iDg/s72-c/Easter+2008+073.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286383078338613380.post-7980449673039502004</id><published>2008-02-24T19:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T01:20:05.240-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This weekend, or most meals at my home</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i_TdE78223g/R8IyY0WBXLI/AAAAAAAAACg/c9OpvjCMsSQ/s1600-h/Feb+2008+005.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170750724124007602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i_TdE78223g/R8IyY0WBXLI/AAAAAAAAACg/c9OpvjCMsSQ/s320/Feb+2008+005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt; The monkey doesn't like to be fed, don't get me wrong, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;she likes to eat. Just not if I am feeding her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;If I try to feed her, she will stick out her tounge,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;and spit it all over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;She clamps her mouth tighter than a steel trap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;She gives me a look that says "Go ahead, I'll just spit it out."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i_TdE78223g/R8IyZkWBXMI/AAAAAAAAACo/AZ-306HDMgU/s1600-h/Feb+2008+006.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170750737008909506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i_TdE78223g/R8IyZkWBXMI/AAAAAAAAACo/AZ-306HDMgU/s320/Feb+2008+006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;She finally gets the spoon away from me, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;OOPPS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Monkey has oatmeal from hair to toe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i_TdE78223g/R8IyZ0WBXNI/AAAAAAAAACw/cenD124WOaQ/s1600-h/Feb+2008+025.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170750741303876818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i_TdE78223g/R8IyZ0WBXNI/AAAAAAAAACw/cenD124WOaQ/s320/Feb+2008+025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Lunch isn't any better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;We start the meal on plates.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;We stopped using real tableware.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i_TdE78223g/R8IyakWBXOI/AAAAAAAAAC4/7AGd4yzPwgQ/s1600-h/Feb+2008+037.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170750754188778722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i_TdE78223g/R8IyakWBXOI/AAAAAAAAAC4/7AGd4yzPwgQ/s320/Feb+2008+037.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;The plates doesn't last two seconds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i_TdE78223g/R8Iya0WBXPI/AAAAAAAAADA/e-wJ2q8TxQg/s1600-h/Feb+2008+040.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170750758483746034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i_TdE78223g/R8Iya0WBXPI/AAAAAAAAADA/e-wJ2q8TxQg/s320/Feb+2008+040.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;I wouldn't have it any other way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170752708398898434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i_TdE78223g/R8I0MUWBXQI/AAAAAAAAADI/9TRwA-sgjKM/s320/Feb+2008+024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Here is a picture of outside today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;I really wish it was sunny, and warm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div 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/286383078338613380-7980449673039502004?l=onelittlemonkeysittingonabed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelittlemonkeysittingonabed.blogspot.com/feeds/7980449673039502004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=286383078338613380&amp;postID=7980449673039502004' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286383078338613380/posts/default/7980449673039502004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286383078338613380/posts/default/7980449673039502004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelittlemonkeysittingonabed.blogspot.com/2008/02/this-weekend-or-most-meals-at-my-home.html' title='This weekend, or most meals at my home'/><author><name>Monkey Fingers and Toes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05916920349093628569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i_TdE78223g/R8IyY0WBXLI/AAAAAAAAACg/c9OpvjCMsSQ/s72-c/Feb+2008+005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286383078338613380.post-8194957855413732399</id><published>2008-02-22T09:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T01:20:05.843-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Monkey Hat</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;I went to Target.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;I bought a few things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;This is the face the Monkey &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;made when she saw what &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;she was to get.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;She loves to stick out her tounge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;I think she is trying to feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;her teeth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i_TdE78223g/R78G60WBXII/AAAAAAAAACI/_iU7dymqsd8/s1600-h/Feb+2008+012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169858504797805698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i_TdE78223g/R78G60WBXII/AAAAAAAAACI/_iU7dymqsd8/s320/Feb+2008+012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She was so excited.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Left the straw hat on for hours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(was trying to figure out the camera)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i_TdE78223g/R78G7kWBXJI/AAAAAAAAACQ/j4n_w7mytHQ/s1600-h/Feb+2008+007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169858517682707602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i_TdE78223g/R78G7kWBXJI/AAAAAAAAACQ/j4n_w7mytHQ/s320/Feb+2008+007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This is when I took the hat away,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;because it was bath time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i_TdE78223g/R78G8UWBXKI/AAAAAAAAACY/L74Yh77gVBw/s1600-h/Feb+2008+015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169858530567609506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i_TdE78223g/R78G8UWBXKI/AAAAAAAAACY/L74Yh77gVBw/s320/Feb+2008+015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Lucky me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/286383078338613380-8194957855413732399?l=onelittlemonkeysittingonabed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelittlemonkeysittingonabed.blogspot.com/feeds/8194957855413732399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=286383078338613380&amp;postID=8194957855413732399' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286383078338613380/posts/default/8194957855413732399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286383078338613380/posts/default/8194957855413732399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelittlemonkeysittingonabed.blogspot.com/2008/02/monkey-hat.html' title='Monkey Hat'/><author><name>Monkey Fingers and Toes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05916920349093628569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i_TdE78223g/R78G60WBXII/AAAAAAAAACI/_iU7dymqsd8/s72-c/Feb+2008+012.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286383078338613380.post-2574336753139226021</id><published>2008-02-17T22:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T01:20:06.294-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here it goes (Again)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't blog, I am doing this for my mom and sisters.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I started one up a while ago, but failed to keep it up.  So here we go again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am the mother of one, but sometimes it feels like two.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here is my monkey.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;9 1/2 months old&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;29 3/4 inches long&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;19.3 lbs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i_TdE78223g/R7kngEWBXFI/AAAAAAAAABs/5YTutjAYK8Q/s1600-h/jan+%26+feb+2008+027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168205479259757650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i_TdE78223g/R7kngEWBXFI/AAAAAAAAABs/5YTutjAYK8Q/s200/jan+%26+feb+2008+027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As you can imagine she gets into everything while&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she is saying " Don't touch "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The babysitter taught her that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i_TdE78223g/R7kng0WBXGI/AAAAAAAAAB0/i9IA4g6lIlE/s1600-h/jan+%26+feb+2008+033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168205492144659554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i_TdE78223g/R7kng0WBXGI/AAAAAAAAAB0/i9IA4g6lIlE/s200/jan+%26+feb+2008+033.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Also the babysitter taught her to call the dog.&lt;br /&gt;Guess what she calls the dog.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;"DAMN DOG"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;She looks so innocent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&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/286383078338613380-2574336753139226021?l=onelittlemonkeysittingonabed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelittlemonkeysittingonabed.blogspot.com/feeds/2574336753139226021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=286383078338613380&amp;postID=2574336753139226021' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286383078338613380/posts/default/2574336753139226021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286383078338613380/posts/default/2574336753139226021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelittlemonkeysittingonabed.blogspot.com/2008/02/here-it-goes-again.html' title='Here it goes (Again)'/><author><name>Monkey Fingers and Toes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05916920349093628569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i_TdE78223g/R7kngEWBXFI/AAAAAAAAABs/5YTutjAYK8Q/s72-c/jan+%26+feb+2008+027.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
