<?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-2557759317531873368</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:50:56.003-07:00</updated><category term='Sharon&apos;s  100'/><title type='text'>Mrs. Schweb</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsschweb.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2557759317531873368/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsschweb.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mrs. Schweb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06073235339606889787</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>5</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2557759317531873368.post-8920232681766240632</id><published>2008-12-09T17:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T18:05:50.761-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ARgh...Math....Yuck!</title><content type='html'>OK, I am a Librarian.  I love books.  I love reading.  Ask me anything about an author or a book, or genre's, I can answer it.  Ask me a Social Studies question, or even a science question, I can find the answer.  DO NOT ASK ME A MATH QUESTION!  Tonight I could not even help middle child w. her 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; grade math question.  Yes, I said 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; grade.  I can not do 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; grade math.  Let's see how smart you guys are?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                        &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Erin has red, blue, and yellow barrettes.  She has 5 times as many blue barrettes as red barrettes, and 2 times as many yellow barrettes as red barrettes.  Altogether, she has 24 barrettes.  How many of each color does she have?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got the answer yet?  Let me tell you, for somebody whose job is to find answers for people- this is killing me people!  ARgh...Math...Yuck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandma and Grandpa are here from S.C.  They are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;literally&lt;/span&gt; freezing their hind ends off.  They left 54 degree weather (on a cold day) to 12 degree weather.  Mom and Dad- I love you and thank you freezing for us.  But remember- I am up here thanks to you guys.  You were the ones who brought us up here as kids. You were also the ones who then left me here.  OK- so I got married, but I would have been in the deep South, laying on the beach if you would not have transplanted me to the frozen tundra to met the man of my dreams.   I met and married a SD boy.  He has no intentions of ever leaving SD.  He will never leave SD, therefore neither will I.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Artic&lt;/span&gt; cold or hot beaches, one would think there is no comparison.  See what love does to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you figure out the math problem above- please let me know.  I may lay awake all night trying to figure that one out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2557759317531873368-8920232681766240632?l=mrsschweb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsschweb.blogspot.com/feeds/8920232681766240632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2557759317531873368&amp;postID=8920232681766240632' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2557759317531873368/posts/default/8920232681766240632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2557759317531873368/posts/default/8920232681766240632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsschweb.blogspot.com/2008/12/arghmathyuck.html' title='ARgh...Math....Yuck!'/><author><name>Mrs. Schweb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06073235339606889787</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-2557759317531873368.post-1149723023315245737</id><published>2008-12-02T04:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T05:02:25.195-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Does it ever slow down?</title><content type='html'>It is 6:45 in the morning and I though I might have a few minutes of peace to write something down.  Wrong.  I hear an alarm in  the background, a sign that the days craziness has begun.  I don't know about anyone else, but mornings are the busiest around this household.  Having a teenager, a "pro-teen", and a 3 year old makes for a busy morning.  Oh yeah, we can't forget about the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; 40year old too.  ( Whom I think is the highest &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;maintence&lt;/span&gt; of all at times!  Love ya guy.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oldest has had a very busy fall.  I need to take time to brag her up here. She just finished performing in her Jr. High play.  Her part was Mrs. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Gloop&lt;/span&gt;, that would be G-L-O-O-P (in a very thick German accent mind you) from &lt;strong&gt;Charlie and the Chocolate Factory&lt;/strong&gt;.  I know I am a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;bosting&lt;/span&gt; parent- but she really did steal the show.  I did not know that my Drama Queen teenage daughter was funny!  She had us crying we were laughing so hard.  Of course, seeing my 100 pound daughter wearing a fat suit that made her look 300 pounds, and trying to dance with that one is quite a sight amongst itself.  Oldest- you were fabulous. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Middle daughter is busy starting basketball.  OK- is it just girls or do all kids think they are horrible at something, and then when we see them actually doing their activity they &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;excell&lt;/span&gt; at it?  Middle came home crying &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;everynight&lt;/span&gt; after &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;bball&lt;/span&gt; saying how horrible she was, nobody would pass her the ball, she is never going to play again.  We go the 1st game, and viola- guess who is all over the court, jumping around like a jumping bean, and guarding her little heart out.  Yep- that would be number 2 Drama Queen.  Soccer star and future Basketball star!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monster boy.  Where do we begin?  Boys- pent up energy.  Tom and I are grooming him for his future as a pro-football player.  We gave him the option of being a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Cornhusker&lt;/span&gt; or a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Hawkeye&lt;/span&gt; on his way to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Steelers&lt;/span&gt; fame.  Looks like this family needs to start sprouting a bunch of Red.  This kid eats, breathes, sleeps, and lives by football.  I sure hope he can really take care of us in a manner we would like to be taken care when he becomes a professional football player.  It seems hard to believe that the little boy who crawls into bed w. us  EVERY NIGHT is the same little boy who never stops during the day.  Grandma and Grandpa are coming up to watch Monster boy for us this week- Mom and Dad- I hope you are ready to run, run, run!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Welp&lt;/span&gt;- I hear movement- time to start morning craziness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2557759317531873368-1149723023315245737?l=mrsschweb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsschweb.blogspot.com/feeds/1149723023315245737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2557759317531873368&amp;postID=1149723023315245737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2557759317531873368/posts/default/1149723023315245737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2557759317531873368/posts/default/1149723023315245737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsschweb.blogspot.com/2008/12/does-it-ever-slow-down.html' title='Does it ever slow down?'/><author><name>Mrs. Schweb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06073235339606889787</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-2557759317531873368.post-2002670438252739384</id><published>2008-10-31T20:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T20:31:00.372-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Halloween</title><content type='html'>Well, the kids are done trick or treating, and with Halloween comes the official start of the Holiday season.  I can not believe that is officially Nov. in 2 hours time.  Where does the time go?  To fast I tell you.  I keep forgetting that my age is catching up with me.  You know you are getting old when the people you work with point out that your hair is looking a little grey, and it might be time for a dye job!  Ouch.  Wasn't it just a few years earlier that I was the one going trick or treating?  I can remember the costumes that I even wore.  Come on, you can too.  Who can forget those plastic masks that had slits for the eyes, nose and mouth.  You know the ones we wore on our heads and pulled down when we got to the door.  The same ones that created all that condensation on the inside from our breathing.  Costumes are not what they use to be!  Oldest was Mother Nature.  She wore one of my two look a like bridesmaid dress, put flowers in her hair and around her waist.  She was so pretty.   Daughter number 2 was a Devil Woman.  Very appropriate for this spirited little girl!  Unbelievably, it is the only time she lets me fix her hair!  Monster boy was a pirate.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;RRRRgh&lt;/span&gt; I tell you.   Give me candy, or I'll hit you with my sword.  (OK, not really, but he does have sword, and it makes really cool noises, so he might noise you to death with his sword!).  Now I have to figure out what to do with all the candy.  If it does not disappear soon, it will find its way to my hips.  And trust me, they don't need to go there.  Think the kids will notice if I start "trashing" it piece by piece.  I know, bad mommy, but what else do you do if you are the one w. no will power for chocolate.  Come on- what female can resist that sweet stuff?    Happy Halloween to you.  I hope you get more treats than tricks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2557759317531873368-2002670438252739384?l=mrsschweb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsschweb.blogspot.com/feeds/2002670438252739384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2557759317531873368&amp;postID=2002670438252739384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2557759317531873368/posts/default/2002670438252739384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2557759317531873368/posts/default/2002670438252739384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsschweb.blogspot.com/2008/10/happy-halloween.html' title='Happy Halloween'/><author><name>Mrs. Schweb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06073235339606889787</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-2557759317531873368.post-3013732947922400837</id><published>2008-10-23T20:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T20:45:13.481-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aren't I lucky</title><content type='html'>I can't help but realize how lucky I have it.  Tonight a dear friend of ours came home from Iraq.  He has been gone for a year, that is 365 days, or 12 months, or way to long for any person to be a single parent, esp if you are happily married.  I am extremely happy to have him back.  I know &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hubbie&lt;/span&gt; really missed him while he was away.  I know I am happy to have him back.  See &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Wardo&lt;/span&gt; is the type of guy that calls you and bugs you to death.  Not bug in a bad way, but in a way that he lets you know that he is always there.  If you are down, he bugs you till you smile.  If you are cheery- he adds to it. If you are grumpy- he shows up with a beverage of choice and eggs you on till you  fill better.  He is there for the whole family, not just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;hubbie&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Wardo&lt;/span&gt;- it is so good to have you back.  We missed you more than words can say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, 13 year old forgot her homework at school, again.  This is not a new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;occurrence&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;In fact&lt;/span&gt;, it has become a very common theme.  Since yours &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;truly&lt;/span&gt; works there, guess who she comes up to (with tears streaming down her face, and excuses rolling of the tongue) to ask if we can get her forgotten homework.  What do you do? Let her fail or go get her homework.  The rest of the kids fail, right?    Not my baby girl.......Again, how lucky do we have it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 year old son, who is potty trained- wets his pants.  Not once, but twice tonight.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Argh&lt;/span&gt;.  How hard is it to go potty in the potty?  Wouldn't you think the feeling of wet pants bug you enough to use the bathroom the correct way?  I mean, this kid can't stand sticky hands, but wet pants- who cares!  His new thing is I have to follow him upstairs and watch him pee.  Why I ask you, why?  OK, I am lucky that he has the ability to go pee by himself, and is potty trained 95% of the time.  (I know, I'm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;stretching&lt;/span&gt; it here, but I am trying to create a theme)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 year old tells me tonight that she has the ultimate joke pulled on us.  Seems her new friend at school, who is an exchange student, and had a major asthma attack, and was saved by our heroic daughter was all a fraud!  She made her up.   April Fools, in October.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Arghhhhh&lt;/span&gt;.... Aren't I lucky to have a daughter who has a since of humor.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am lucky.  I have a family who loves me.  I have a family in good health.  I have the ultimate American dream life.  Even though my family has their own little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;quirkes&lt;/span&gt;, they are my family and I love them.  Night everyone.  I wish you all a little luck after you read this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2557759317531873368-3013732947922400837?l=mrsschweb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsschweb.blogspot.com/feeds/3013732947922400837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2557759317531873368&amp;postID=3013732947922400837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2557759317531873368/posts/default/3013732947922400837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2557759317531873368/posts/default/3013732947922400837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsschweb.blogspot.com/2008/10/arent-i-lucky.html' title='Aren&apos;t I lucky'/><author><name>Mrs. Schweb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06073235339606889787</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-2557759317531873368.post-751482061951923409</id><published>2008-10-20T19:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T20:37:42.831-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sharon&apos;s  100'/><title type='text'>Get to know me</title><content type='html'>Well, I am finally breaking down and starting a Blog. I love my sisters so much that I though it time to start my own. I thought the best way to start is with my 100 list, so I hope you enjoy it as well as get to know a little about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff9966;"&gt;1. I am happily married, for the last 18 years ,to my high school sweetheart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;2. Tom and I have been together for over half of my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;3. My baby sister does not have a memory without my husband in it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;4. I am a southern belle and proud of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;5. I am also a military brat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;6. I have 3 kids. Two girls and a boy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;7. Two of my kids are natural born to me and my husband.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;8. One of our kids is adopted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;9. My son says his skin is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;cinnamon &lt;/span&gt;colored.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;10. My son says the rest of us have vanilla colored skin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;11. The best sound in the world is a babies laughter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;12. Esp. if number 11 is my babies!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;13. I love to read&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;14. My favorite thing to read is Young Adult Literature&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;15. I always have a book with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;16. I usually have 2 or 3 books going at one time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;17. Read Twilight by Stephenie Meyer- it is a great Mother/Daughter/Son read&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;18. I deal with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;tweens&lt;/span&gt; and teens every day of my life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;19. I think I have earned by wings in heaven due to number 18.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;20. I live in a town that is the name of a drink. How many people can make that claim!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;21. Starbucks! Yum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;22. Coffee with flavored creamer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;23. Holiday creamers...pumpkin spice, gingerbread&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;24. Coffee or pop....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;25. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Definitely&lt;/span&gt; Coffee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;26. Walking into my house and it is clean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;27. Walking into my house and it smells of fresh baked cookies....thanks to White Barn!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;28. I don't bake, but my 13 year old does.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;29. Having family in town again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;30. Daily conversations with my sister&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;31. e-mail sweet nothings being sent to me or from me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;32. A good book ending&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;33. Staying up all night because I can't put the book down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;34. Watching my daughter get a goal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;35. Watching my daughter perform in a play/oral &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;interp&lt;/span&gt;/band concert.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;36. Playing football with my son.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;37. He has to be a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Steeler&lt;/span&gt;. I can be anything else. As long as he is a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Steeler&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;38. Telling my son I am the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Steeler&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;39. My husband bringing me up coffee in the morning. He does love me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;40. Seeing my Mom and Dad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;41. Having my parents come all the way from SC to babysit for us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;42. Thanks Mom and Dad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;43. Summer is the best season&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;44. Esp. when winter lasts for 9 months...yuck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;45. I hate the cold....why do I live in SD?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;46. The beach is my favorite place to visit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;47. The beach holds some of my favorite memories&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;48. I was once so sunburned, my legs turned purple and swelled up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;49. I gained 70 pounds with both my daughters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;50. I lost the 70 pounds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;51. I have managed to put about 20 pounds of that back on. Ouch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;52. My husband still loves me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;53. I miss my southern accent. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;54. I love to listen to people who have foreign accents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;55. Esp. Australian and English.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;56. I will visit Germany one day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;57. I made a good friend by standing over her, watching her, everyday, until she had to talk to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;58. I work with some of my best friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;59. My husband and kids are my number 1 best friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;60. I tell my family I love them every day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;61. They tell me they love me everyday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;62. I make my bed everyday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;63. I have always made my bed everyday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;64. I hate it when people do not make their beds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;65. I had a nun tell me that one day I would get a real last name.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;66. She was right, and boy is it a whopper!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;67. I have 7 people in my immediate family with the name of Gene/Jean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;68. My daughter is the 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; generation girl to have the name of Katrina.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;69. I love orange and brown.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;70. I carry an orange purse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;71. Everyone loves my orange purse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;72. My husband is a foot taller than me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;73. I am not even 5 feet tall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;74. If I ever reached 5 feet, I would through a huge 5 foot party.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;75. I hope my kids reach at least 5'2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;76. It may happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;77. I talked my sister-in-law into reading a "vampire" book.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;78. She has now talked people into reading the same "vampire book.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;79. It is not a real vampire book, because they are vegetarian vampires.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;80. See number 17.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;81. I would be lost if I did not have a good friend working for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;82. Good friends are had to find, and long lasting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;83. I got to be good friends with my sisters as we became adults.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;84. Man did we fight as kids. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;85. Now my kids fight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;86. Sorry mom, but yes, I got paybacks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;87. I love food. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;88. I would love to go to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;culinary&lt;/span&gt; school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;89. As long as it was not for baking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;90. I love bracelets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;91. I have a 3 peas in a pod tattoo on my foot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;92. My tattoo is the only thing I have that my sisters do not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;93. Nobody would ever think I would have gotten a tattoo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;94. I have and drive a scooter in the summertime.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;95. I respond faster to e-mail than phone calls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;96. I really miss not being able to see my family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;97. I have a teenage daughter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;98. I have a loving husband&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;99. My kids rock.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;100. 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