<?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-6855153056039713320</id><updated>2011-04-21T20:00:40.518-07:00</updated><category term='bday party'/><category term='strep throat'/><category term='do-overs'/><category term='ballgames'/><category term='coaches'/><category term='worries'/><category term='Christmas'/><category term='Answered prayers'/><category term='first blog'/><category term='a boy and his dog'/><category term='license'/><category term='blessings in disguise'/><category term='Fall Festival'/><category term='etc'/><category term='wardrobe malfunction'/><category term='work'/><category term='money'/><title type='text'>Mom on the Go</title><subtitle type='html'>I am a single mother just trying to keep up with two boys, three dogs, church, sports, dating, family, etc. I am also the Youth Director at a small rural church.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mom-on-the-go-bigsis.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855153056039713320/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mom-on-the-go-bigsis.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>BigSis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>16</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6855153056039713320.post-8556789918778677223</id><published>2009-02-24T11:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T11:07:35.972-08:00</updated><title type='text'>health update</title><content type='html'>Ok, sorry Heather that I haven't updated. I haven't felt like doing much of anything including blogging. My MRI was fine but am still having headaches. I have been to the neurologist twice. He thinks they are cluster headaches, which is evidently some type of migraine. The blood pressure medicine is working good. But, this weekend, I got sinus crud. So, when I take sinus medicine, my BP goes back up. Needless to say, all of this sickness  has kept me from exercising.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good news is that I finished my taxes and  getting  a nice refund. I am going to buy me a Toyota Corolla and Jared is getting the Blazer. Also, I can pay off my credit card. I am really excited about that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6855153056039713320-8556789918778677223?l=mom-on-the-go-bigsis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mom-on-the-go-bigsis.blogspot.com/feeds/8556789918778677223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6855153056039713320&amp;postID=8556789918778677223' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855153056039713320/posts/default/8556789918778677223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855153056039713320/posts/default/8556789918778677223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mom-on-the-go-bigsis.blogspot.com/2009/02/health-update.html' title='health update'/><author><name>BigSis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6855153056039713320.post-4893348708073011418</id><published>2009-01-23T10:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T10:55:01.591-08:00</updated><title type='text'>overweight or obese?</title><content type='html'>I am having some new health problems including high blood pressure. I have had to start a diuretic.  Like most people, I am carrying around some extra weight. I asked my doctor if my BP problems had to do with my weight. She said that she did &lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt; feel that I was heavy enough for my weight to be causing the problem with my BP. She said that it doesn't hurt to exercise and eat better.  Well, I was planning on exercising (really). But, with Christmas shopping, cold weather, etc, I have not done it. I kept thinking that I would start exercising &lt;em&gt;next &lt;/em&gt;week. Why do we always think we have to start on a Monday? Or, maybe I could talk one of the girls at work into walking with me. I was playing on line yesterday and it asked if you want to figure your BMI. Well, I did. It said that I was obese. Obese! I was really offended by that. Why didn't someone tell me? So, maybe that's what I needed to hear to be motivated.... I walked yesterday and today so I am off to a good start.  I didn't get this way fat by myself so why was I waiting around for someone else to walk with? Pray for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6855153056039713320-4893348708073011418?l=mom-on-the-go-bigsis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mom-on-the-go-bigsis.blogspot.com/feeds/4893348708073011418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6855153056039713320&amp;postID=4893348708073011418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855153056039713320/posts/default/4893348708073011418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855153056039713320/posts/default/4893348708073011418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mom-on-the-go-bigsis.blogspot.com/2009/01/overweight-or-obese.html' title='overweight or obese?'/><author><name>BigSis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6855153056039713320.post-7142365754352611479</id><published>2009-01-09T05:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T05:53:56.817-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing to wear</title><content type='html'>You ever wake up one morning and realize that you have nothing decent in your closet to wear? Well, I am there. It seems like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;overnight&lt;/span&gt; everything has gotten too small or needs repairs. All of my sweaters have either shrunk or look washed out with those little fuzzy things on them. I only have a few pairs of pants that fit. Two of them are missing the hooks at the top, the leg on one came &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;unhemmed&lt;/span&gt;, and another pair is missing a button. I have three skirts in my closet that need to be altered. Anybody know a good tailor? There is a Blazer that is missing a button in there too. Pitiful! It's a wonder that my coworkers put up with me- &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am off to Target at lunch to see if I can round up something to wear next week.  With &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Goody's&lt;/span&gt; going out of business, maybe I can find some deals there too. Wish me luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signed,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desperately in need of a makeover&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6855153056039713320-7142365754352611479?l=mom-on-the-go-bigsis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mom-on-the-go-bigsis.blogspot.com/feeds/7142365754352611479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6855153056039713320&amp;postID=7142365754352611479' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855153056039713320/posts/default/7142365754352611479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855153056039713320/posts/default/7142365754352611479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mom-on-the-go-bigsis.blogspot.com/2009/01/nothing-to-wear.html' title='Nothing to wear'/><author><name>BigSis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6855153056039713320.post-5199440252790902945</id><published>2009-01-06T10:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T10:26:30.537-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year, New attitude?</title><content type='html'>I hope everyone had a great Christmas and New Year's Day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems like everyone is "down" after the holidays. Why is that? We just celebrated the birth of our Lord &amp;amp; Savior! We should still be excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;economy&lt;/span&gt; has a lot of people down. Personally, I have got to figure out a way to make some more money this year.  Maybe a 3rd job? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is hard NOT to focus on our problems instead of our blessings. I am certainly guilty. I do not like this dreary weather. It gets me down- everything is the same color (the sky, the grass, the trees, the roads are all gray). I like sunshine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I challenge everyone to look for the positive every day. I think God wants us to find the joy in &lt;em&gt;every&lt;/em&gt; situation- not just when we are in our &lt;em&gt;ideal&lt;/em&gt; situation. Teenagers can be a pain in the butt(But, at least ours are around to get grounded), money is a worry (but we all have a roof over our heads),  the house might be dirty (but that means we have loved ones to make a mess)etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on, guys. Let's make a resolution to cheer up!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6855153056039713320-5199440252790902945?l=mom-on-the-go-bigsis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mom-on-the-go-bigsis.blogspot.com/feeds/5199440252790902945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6855153056039713320&amp;postID=5199440252790902945' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855153056039713320/posts/default/5199440252790902945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855153056039713320/posts/default/5199440252790902945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mom-on-the-go-bigsis.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-year-new-attitude.html' title='New Year, New attitude?'/><author><name>BigSis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6855153056039713320.post-6048356159491135509</id><published>2008-12-24T05:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T06:05:08.978-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Christmas</title><content type='html'>Merry CHRISTmas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted to say Merry Christmas to everyone. I am sooo excited this year! This is the first year in a long time where I have not completely stressed myself out. I am just enjoying the time with my friends &amp;amp; family. God has truly been good to me! I am blessed with a wonderful family and great friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the boys will be excited about their gifts this year. I know Kendall will love hers! I can't wait for LaDon &amp;amp; the kids to see their gifts, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish everyone a stress-free Christmas with lots of joy! Please take time out of the chaos to remember the real reason for the season!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6855153056039713320-6048356159491135509?l=mom-on-the-go-bigsis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mom-on-the-go-bigsis.blogspot.com/feeds/6048356159491135509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6855153056039713320&amp;postID=6048356159491135509' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855153056039713320/posts/default/6048356159491135509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855153056039713320/posts/default/6048356159491135509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mom-on-the-go-bigsis.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas.html' title='Christmas'/><author><name>BigSis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6855153056039713320.post-19842975764728616</id><published>2008-12-10T06:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T06:12:11.770-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wardrobe malfunction'/><title type='text'>wardrobe malfunction</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, I wore a pair of pants to work that had a hook at the top (instead of a button). I noticed when I put them on that the hook was loose but did not have time to change. Well, about midmorning, I lean over to pick up a file, the hook falls off and they come unzipped. Thankfully, I had on a long sweater so no one else was aware of my problem. I did not have a sewing kit. So, I dig around in my desk and find a safety pin. I was mentally patting myself on the back for solving this issue. I should have said that I found a &lt;em&gt;mini&lt;/em&gt; safety pin (and I do mean mini). I pin my pants together at the top &amp;amp; zip them back up. After congratulating myself for fixing the problem, I reach for something else, the safety pin pops open and the pants unzip again. I try this several more times with the same results. So, now, I am dealing with unzipped pants &amp;amp; getting stuck by a &lt;em&gt;"safety"&lt;/em&gt; pin. Through this all, I could not help laughing at myself. Needless to say, I made a Walmart run at lunch and resolved the problem. Whew!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6855153056039713320-19842975764728616?l=mom-on-the-go-bigsis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mom-on-the-go-bigsis.blogspot.com/feeds/19842975764728616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6855153056039713320&amp;postID=19842975764728616' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855153056039713320/posts/default/19842975764728616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855153056039713320/posts/default/19842975764728616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mom-on-the-go-bigsis.blogspot.com/2008/12/wardrobe-malfunction.html' title='wardrobe malfunction'/><author><name>BigSis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6855153056039713320.post-6263870510577138812</id><published>2008-12-03T05:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T06:09:20.388-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='do-overs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blessings in disguise'/><title type='text'>Do-overs, blessings in disguise</title><content type='html'>I want a Thanksgiving do-over. You know when you were kids and you messed up playing a game, you could call do-over. I woke up Thursday morning throwing up. I could not even take a sip of something without getting sick all over again. I did not get to see my family or even get a bite of dressing. Not fair! Then, Friday morning, I woke up with a head cold and still throwing up. Miserable! Saturday morning, I woke up at 3 am sick again. So, finally drug myself to Primed when they opened. I got some medicine that knocked me out. I even missed the entire Iron Bowl- slept right through it. I vaguely remember someone calling &amp;amp; saying "Roll Tide" in the middle of the 3rd quarter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, Sunday morning, I woke up feeling like a brand new person. The boys came home from their dad's at lunch. We put up the Christmas tree and had a wonderful afternoon. I was feeling really sorry for myself missing out on Thanksgiving. But, then I thought about the fact that it was convenient that I did not have to miss work. I have no leave time left so it would have been without pay. I would have had less money to Christmas shop. I decided that I really did not need a specific day to celebrate Thanksgiving. I can be thankful every day, no matter where I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bring on the Christmas shopping!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6855153056039713320-6263870510577138812?l=mom-on-the-go-bigsis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mom-on-the-go-bigsis.blogspot.com/feeds/6263870510577138812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6855153056039713320&amp;postID=6263870510577138812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855153056039713320/posts/default/6263870510577138812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855153056039713320/posts/default/6263870510577138812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mom-on-the-go-bigsis.blogspot.com/2008/12/do-overs-blessings-in-disguise.html' title='Do-overs, blessings in disguise'/><author><name>BigSis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6855153056039713320.post-1228973509413599800</id><published>2008-11-25T05:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T06:06:08.833-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Answered prayers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a boy and his dog'/><title type='text'>Answered prayers</title><content type='html'>Back in January, we found a stray puppy under our porch. It was freezing that day so we brought her in. Eventually, we named her Precious.  She and Brady (my 13 year old) became fast friends and she has been with us ever since. Well, we have not seen her since Friday night. We checked with all of the neighbors and no one had seen her.  Last night, Brady was so upset and crying over her. We talked about it and decided he would pray for her safety. We were going to also put an ad in the Bulletin Board to see if anyone had found her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, Mom calls and says Precious is next door with her dogs. I woke Brady up to tell him. Of course, he was thrilled. But, he was also humbled that God took time out of his busy schedule to answer his prayer. This was a wonderful lesson for him. What a great way to start the day...God is good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Thanksgiving to everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6855153056039713320-1228973509413599800?l=mom-on-the-go-bigsis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mom-on-the-go-bigsis.blogspot.com/feeds/1228973509413599800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6855153056039713320&amp;postID=1228973509413599800' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855153056039713320/posts/default/1228973509413599800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855153056039713320/posts/default/1228973509413599800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mom-on-the-go-bigsis.blogspot.com/2008/11/answered-prayers.html' title='Answered prayers'/><author><name>BigSis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6855153056039713320.post-3529638991678673368</id><published>2008-11-12T06:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T06:30:29.708-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Perspective, judgement</title><content type='html'>I got an email from my friend this morning that I wanted to share. It goes like this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Things aren't what they appear to be.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A young couple moves into a new neighborhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning, while they are eating breakfast,&lt;br /&gt;the young woman sees the neighbor hang up the wash outside.&lt;br /&gt;"That laundry is not very clean, she said, she doesn't know&lt;br /&gt;how to wash correctly. Perhaps she needs another laundry soap. &lt;br /&gt;The husband looked on, but remained silent.&lt;br /&gt;Every time her neighbor would hang out the wash, the young woman&lt;br /&gt;would make the same comment.&lt;br /&gt;About one month later, the woman was surprised to see a nice clean wash &lt;br /&gt;on the line and said to her husband, "Look! she has learned how to wash&lt;br /&gt;correctly. I wonder who taught her this?&lt;br /&gt;To which her husband replied........... "I got up early this morning and washed the &lt;br /&gt;windows. &lt;br /&gt;And so it is with life: What we see while watching others,&lt;br /&gt;depends on the purity of the window through which we look through.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am wishing you all clean windows this morning!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6855153056039713320-3529638991678673368?l=mom-on-the-go-bigsis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mom-on-the-go-bigsis.blogspot.com/feeds/3529638991678673368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6855153056039713320&amp;postID=3529638991678673368' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855153056039713320/posts/default/3529638991678673368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855153056039713320/posts/default/3529638991678673368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mom-on-the-go-bigsis.blogspot.com/2008/11/perspective-judgement.html' title='Perspective, judgement'/><author><name>BigSis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6855153056039713320.post-2180997611725015745</id><published>2008-11-10T09:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T09:54:12.917-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='worries'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='money'/><title type='text'>Money worries</title><content type='html'>I am always stressed about having enough money. But, with Christmas coming up, I am especially worried. I want my boys to have a great Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was looking at my budget again last week. On paper, I have over $500 left after bills, gas, groceries, etc. Why is it that I am scrambling for gas money before payday every month???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a single mom. I work two jobs &amp;amp; carpool to save money. I am a thrifty grocery shopper, pay minimal rent. My truck is 8 years old and paid for. I don't blow money on clothes(and have a pile of mending to prove it). I only have one credit card with $500 limit &lt;em&gt;for emergencies&lt;/em&gt;. I just cannot figure out where all of this &lt;strong&gt;extra&lt;/strong&gt; money is supposed to be. I asked my friend who loves to budget (makes you sick, doesn't it?) to crunch the numbers. She thought that I was doing a good job and could not find anywhere for me to trim my spending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I WANT my $500! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6855153056039713320-2180997611725015745?l=mom-on-the-go-bigsis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mom-on-the-go-bigsis.blogspot.com/feeds/2180997611725015745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6855153056039713320&amp;postID=2180997611725015745' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855153056039713320/posts/default/2180997611725015745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855153056039713320/posts/default/2180997611725015745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mom-on-the-go-bigsis.blogspot.com/2008/11/money-worries.html' title='Money worries'/><author><name>BigSis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6855153056039713320.post-347909505184233445</id><published>2008-11-06T12:34:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T12:41:08.354-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fall Festival'/><title type='text'>Fall Festival</title><content type='html'>Our church, Mt Carmel UMC is having our second annual Fall Festival on November 22nd from 2-4 pm. We had 33 kids last year (pretty good for our first one). It will be a blast! But, it is going to take a lot of work in the meantime. I have my games planned, fliers(or is it flyers?) printed and in the mail, etc. Now, I am just trying to line up all of my help. This is a lot of work but it is so worth it! Hope everyone can come out for some old-fashioned fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6855153056039713320-347909505184233445?l=mom-on-the-go-bigsis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mom-on-the-go-bigsis.blogspot.com/feeds/347909505184233445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6855153056039713320&amp;postID=347909505184233445' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855153056039713320/posts/default/347909505184233445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855153056039713320/posts/default/347909505184233445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mom-on-the-go-bigsis.blogspot.com/2008/11/fall-festival.html' title='Fall Festival'/><author><name>BigSis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6855153056039713320.post-157663325829293503</id><published>2008-11-05T06:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T07:03:32.561-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Work interferes, Christmas</title><content type='html'>Okay, I agree with Heather- working &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;totally&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; gets in the way of life or at least what I want to be doing in my life. It is not fair!(imagine me stomping my foot). It is not that I don't like my job but there are other things that I would rather be doing(sniff, sniff). I &lt;em&gt;want&lt;/em&gt; to be a good housekeeper, REALLY. I want time to read , to write a book or time to sit in my swing on the porch &amp;amp; relax with a cup of coffee. But, I can never seem to find time for the good stuff.  I know, I know- stop whining,right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On, another note, I just realized that I have &lt;strong&gt;3 &lt;/strong&gt;paydays left 'til Christmas- OMG! That is a truly scary thought. The boys haven't really mentioned anything that they want. I know that Jared really wants a truck but it is not in the budget until some time next year. Brady has mentioned a couple of ps2 games and a cellphone but that is it so far. Any suggestions?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6855153056039713320-157663325829293503?l=mom-on-the-go-bigsis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mom-on-the-go-bigsis.blogspot.com/feeds/157663325829293503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6855153056039713320&amp;postID=157663325829293503' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855153056039713320/posts/default/157663325829293503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855153056039713320/posts/default/157663325829293503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mom-on-the-go-bigsis.blogspot.com/2008/11/work-interferes-christmas.html' title='Work interferes, Christmas'/><author><name>BigSis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6855153056039713320.post-5412660805768371727</id><published>2008-10-20T10:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T11:01:31.123-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ballgames'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bday party'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coaches'/><title type='text'>ballgame, coaches, bday parties</title><content type='html'>We had a good weekend. I threw Jared a surprise party on Saturday nite. It was fun. The &lt;em&gt;best &lt;/em&gt;part was now that he has his license, he got to drive his friends home- LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our team lost the ballgame Friday nite- badly. Coach was ugly to Jared. The doctor had cleared Jared to go to school but would &lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt; allow him to play despite his pleading. He was at school all day and in the locker room with his team before the game. Coach told him to go home &lt;em&gt;after &lt;/em&gt;scolding him for going to the WRONG doctor. Evidently, there is some unwritten rule where football coaches get to choose which doctor you take your child to see. See, the coach has informed Jared that a sports medicine doctor would have cleared him to play regardless of the strep. Good to know- not! What made the whole situation worse, is that Jared is the kind of kid who will always give it his best no matter if you are winning or losing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6855153056039713320-5412660805768371727?l=mom-on-the-go-bigsis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mom-on-the-go-bigsis.blogspot.com/feeds/5412660805768371727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6855153056039713320&amp;postID=5412660805768371727' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855153056039713320/posts/default/5412660805768371727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855153056039713320/posts/default/5412660805768371727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mom-on-the-go-bigsis.blogspot.com/2008/10/ballgame-coaches-bday-parties.html' title='ballgame, coaches, bday parties'/><author><name>BigSis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6855153056039713320.post-5388452156706462707</id><published>2008-10-17T06:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T06:26:51.102-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='license'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='strep throat'/><title type='text'>Handsome and almost grown</title><content type='html'>Jared got his license yesterday but he was not even excited. He had to go to the doctor and was told he had strep throat. He asked the doctor when he could go back to school. The doc told him that he could go back today if he took the shot. Jared agreed immediately. When they were checking out, the doc said he still could not play football tonight. The disappointment of not being allowed to play ball overshadowed the excitement of getting his license.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, this morning, he got to drive PawPaw's truck to school.  Brady got to ride with him. They both looked so handsome in their khakis and football polos. It makes me smile to think about them being so excited this morning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6855153056039713320-5388452156706462707?l=mom-on-the-go-bigsis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mom-on-the-go-bigsis.blogspot.com/feeds/5388452156706462707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6855153056039713320&amp;postID=5388452156706462707' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855153056039713320/posts/default/5388452156706462707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855153056039713320/posts/default/5388452156706462707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mom-on-the-go-bigsis.blogspot.com/2008/10/handsome-and-almost-grown.html' title='Handsome and almost grown'/><author><name>BigSis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6855153056039713320.post-6543880768406365198</id><published>2008-10-15T11:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T11:40:02.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet 16</title><content type='html'>My oldest son is 16 today. People keep asking me if it bothers me. But, he was BORN mature so it seems right to me for him to grow up. He is more grown up than most adults I know- LOL. He is the kind of boy who gives up his seat for someone older, opens doors for ladies and carries packages so you don't have to. He will grow up to be a good man. Happy Birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My youngest has the same kindness but mixed with a mischievious streak. He is always joking and carrying on. I wish my pawpaw had lived to know him. They would have really hit it off! He makes life interesting. People just naturally want to joke with him. He comes to the office and has nicknames for my coworkers. He will hide just to jump out and scare me when I open the door. Too much fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you guys!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6855153056039713320-6543880768406365198?l=mom-on-the-go-bigsis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mom-on-the-go-bigsis.blogspot.com/feeds/6543880768406365198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6855153056039713320&amp;postID=6543880768406365198' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855153056039713320/posts/default/6543880768406365198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855153056039713320/posts/default/6543880768406365198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mom-on-the-go-bigsis.blogspot.com/2008/10/sweet-16.html' title='Sweet 16'/><author><name>BigSis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6855153056039713320.post-7473698919879013364</id><published>2008-10-13T10:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T10:27:32.124-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='etc'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='first blog'/><title type='text'>Peer pressure</title><content type='html'>Okay, this is my very first blog.  I am doing the very thing that I tell my teenagers NOT to do- caving in to peer pressure. My sisters have been blogging and I have followed their blogs. But, they told me that I need to participate. Please bear with me. I am sure that I can only get better from here.... right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have two boys who are the best part of me. One is 13 and one will be 16 this week. Look out- another teenager turned loose on the roadways! Just kidding! He is actually a very responsible driver. He was excited that he actually made the news-his touchdown was on Friday nite Fever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6855153056039713320-7473698919879013364?l=mom-on-the-go-bigsis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mom-on-the-go-bigsis.blogspot.com/feeds/7473698919879013364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6855153056039713320&amp;postID=7473698919879013364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855153056039713320/posts/default/7473698919879013364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855153056039713320/posts/default/7473698919879013364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mom-on-the-go-bigsis.blogspot.com/2008/10/peer-pressure.html' title='Peer pressure'/><author><name>BigSis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
