<?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-8838546569768246796</id><updated>2011-11-27T17:31:20.088-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Drinks and Diapers</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drinksanddiapers.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838546569768246796/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drinksanddiapers.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Candace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16857283872116646712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P_eMh4giS6Y/TnvidnCzfPI/AAAAAAAAAds/OeMj75-RCxI/s220/shot_1307137890202.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>94</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838546569768246796.post-8717427518966611956</id><published>2011-09-25T22:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-25T22:40:28.404-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A new Start!</title><content type='html'>So, I decided to start a new blog! Come check it out!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://mamashour.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://mamashour.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Candace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8838546569768246796-8717427518966611956?l=drinksanddiapers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drinksanddiapers.blogspot.com/feeds/8717427518966611956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838546569768246796&amp;postID=8717427518966611956&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838546569768246796/posts/default/8717427518966611956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838546569768246796/posts/default/8717427518966611956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drinksanddiapers.blogspot.com/2011/09/new-start.html' title='A new Start!'/><author><name>Candace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16857283872116646712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P_eMh4giS6Y/TnvidnCzfPI/AAAAAAAAAds/OeMj75-RCxI/s220/shot_1307137890202.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838546569768246796.post-8635990958413919850</id><published>2011-06-03T22:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-03T22:11:35.994-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pic!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab117/candi_pease/shot_1307137859957-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 631px; height: 332px;" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab117/candi_pease/shot_1307137859957-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8838546569768246796-8635990958413919850?l=drinksanddiapers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drinksanddiapers.blogspot.com/feeds/8635990958413919850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838546569768246796&amp;postID=8635990958413919850&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838546569768246796/posts/default/8635990958413919850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838546569768246796/posts/default/8635990958413919850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drinksanddiapers.blogspot.com/2011/06/pic.html' title='Pic!'/><author><name>Candace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16857283872116646712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P_eMh4giS6Y/TnvidnCzfPI/AAAAAAAAAds/OeMj75-RCxI/s220/shot_1307137890202.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838546569768246796.post-4198181904561042604</id><published>2011-05-15T15:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-15T15:55:09.734-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend In Billings!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab117/candi_pease/2011-05-14154733-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 412px; height: 407px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" border="0" alt="" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab117/candi_pease/2011-05-14154733-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So, we went up to Billings, Montana for Matt's second cousin's birthday! We decided to drive up there and it take two hours and then we shopped for awhile! I live in the middle of nowhere (wal-mart is an hour away!), so a trip to a mall is amazing when I get to go! But we were bored on the way up there and took some photos! And then we got to go to my happy place!(Target) Then the mall and then the party! All in all an awesome day!&lt;br /&gt;Love, Laugh and Drink Up!&lt;br /&gt;Candace&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8838546569768246796-4198181904561042604?l=drinksanddiapers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drinksanddiapers.blogspot.com/feeds/4198181904561042604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838546569768246796&amp;postID=4198181904561042604&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838546569768246796/posts/default/4198181904561042604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838546569768246796/posts/default/4198181904561042604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drinksanddiapers.blogspot.com/2011/05/weekend-in-billings.html' title='Weekend In Billings!'/><author><name>Candace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16857283872116646712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P_eMh4giS6Y/TnvidnCzfPI/AAAAAAAAAds/OeMj75-RCxI/s220/shot_1307137890202.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838546569768246796.post-4563528028147093942</id><published>2011-05-06T09:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-06T09:50:55.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mom!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8LBD1qjqClI/TcQmsu0mmYI/AAAAAAAAAb0/lCCla8Mnjtg/s1600/0603090957.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 200px; height: 150px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603646386280503682" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8LBD1qjqClI/TcQmsu0mmYI/AAAAAAAAAb0/lCCla8Mnjtg/s200/0603090957.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to write something to do with Mothers day! So, this is for you Mom! My Mom has been there through anything and everything for me. Yes she gets on my nerves sometimes but I wouldn't change it for the world.(Kisses to you Mom, j/k hehe)When I was little she was there through the scrapes and bruises, the school functions and the never ending fights with my sister. We tried her patience, that is for sure! One of our favorite things to do was watch "Anne of Greene Gables". Or any other movie. She taught me how to put on make-up. She taught me how to be a lady(as Daddy would put it!). She was there for me when I made a very bad decision(ex-husband) and she was there when that bad decision led me to the lose of my baby. She was there when I finely had my Weezer man and through the end of that horrible marriage. She has been there through the sorrow and the happy...Thank You and I love you so very much, Mom!&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 200px; height: 150px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603646383152281714" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2N6frjgt4Lg/TcQmsjKxuHI/AAAAAAAAAb8/6UkgKvdkHGI/s200/0613091050.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8838546569768246796-4563528028147093942?l=drinksanddiapers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drinksanddiapers.blogspot.com/feeds/4563528028147093942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838546569768246796&amp;postID=4563528028147093942&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838546569768246796/posts/default/4563528028147093942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838546569768246796/posts/default/4563528028147093942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drinksanddiapers.blogspot.com/2011/05/mom.html' title='Mom!'/><author><name>Candace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16857283872116646712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P_eMh4giS6Y/TnvidnCzfPI/AAAAAAAAAds/OeMj75-RCxI/s220/shot_1307137890202.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8LBD1qjqClI/TcQmsu0mmYI/AAAAAAAAAb0/lCCla8Mnjtg/s72-c/0603090957.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838546569768246796.post-2304153841147836416</id><published>2011-05-02T11:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-02T11:36:21.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend in some Pics!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I woke up this morning to my little man sicker than a dog! I had full intensions of writing a blog, but I think little man needs some cuddle time. So, here is a collage of some pics from this weekend!&lt;br /&gt;Love, Laugh and Drink Up!&lt;br /&gt;Candace&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 431px; height: 409px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" border="0" alt="" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab117/candi_pease/2011-04-29111829-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8838546569768246796-2304153841147836416?l=drinksanddiapers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drinksanddiapers.blogspot.com/feeds/2304153841147836416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838546569768246796&amp;postID=2304153841147836416&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838546569768246796/posts/default/2304153841147836416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838546569768246796/posts/default/2304153841147836416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drinksanddiapers.blogspot.com/2011/05/weekend-in-some-pics.html' title='Weekend in some Pics!'/><author><name>Candace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16857283872116646712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P_eMh4giS6Y/TnvidnCzfPI/AAAAAAAAAds/OeMj75-RCxI/s220/shot_1307137890202.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838546569768246796.post-6271853822581135004</id><published>2011-04-30T09:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-30T10:37:37.631-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Scooby-doo-oo-oo and poopity-doo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab117/candi_pease/shot_1301863248523.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 247px; height: 234px; float: left; cursor: pointer;" border="0" alt="" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab117/candi_pease/shot_1301863248523.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am making up words now! Hehe! Yesterday, instead of my son waking me up with cuddles he decided to turn on the T.V. in the living room. He went channel surfing! I think it is so cute the way he like to try and mimic us! But this time he actually found something on T.V. He stopped on the cartoon network and found... Scooby-Doo! When it was over he kept asking me to find Scooby-doo-oo! So precious! I remember watching it when I was little! To say the least the old was better! In the old one they said stuff like groovy and yikes, but now it is just cheeky! If it becomes a regular show of his I fear I might start saying cheeky!LOL!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And now to explain my made up word! Last night I was one poopity-doo waitress! I had a party of 20 people! Ahhh! (if you know me at all, you know I hate waiting tables!!) So, the party went really well! Yay! Then I go and pick up their plates and I go back for more and this one lady tells me she would like her check! Her check! I was like I wrote it on one ticket could I have you come up to the till and ring you up individually? She said, "I don't think that will work, please give me my ticket"! Ha! So, I go running back to the wait station! I get about 15 of them written out with their drinks and everything! And then they decided to come up to the till! Ha! I think it took me close to an hour to ring all of them up! But they did make it worth my time! Every single lady(it was a table of ladies if I didn't specify before) told me what an amazing job I did! I was pretty funny after it all happened! I am pretty sure when she told me that they all wanted separate tickets I look like a deer in the headlights! LOL! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8838546569768246796-6271853822581135004?l=drinksanddiapers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drinksanddiapers.blogspot.com/feeds/6271853822581135004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838546569768246796&amp;postID=6271853822581135004&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838546569768246796/posts/default/6271853822581135004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838546569768246796/posts/default/6271853822581135004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drinksanddiapers.blogspot.com/2011/04/scooby-doo-oo-oo-and-poopity-doo.html' title='Scooby-doo-oo-oo and poopity-doo!'/><author><name>Candace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16857283872116646712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P_eMh4giS6Y/TnvidnCzfPI/AAAAAAAAAds/OeMj75-RCxI/s220/shot_1307137890202.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838546569768246796.post-6235940417197809523</id><published>2011-04-29T00:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-29T00:23:00.311-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vlog!!</title><content type='html'>Before you watch this! This is one of my first direct vlogs and I am just weird on camera! So, please don't judge to harshly!&lt;br /&gt;Love, Laugh and Drink Up!&lt;br /&gt;Candace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="425" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/ddp61duppqM?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8838546569768246796-6235940417197809523?l=drinksanddiapers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drinksanddiapers.blogspot.com/feeds/6235940417197809523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838546569768246796&amp;postID=6235940417197809523&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838546569768246796/posts/default/6235940417197809523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838546569768246796/posts/default/6235940417197809523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drinksanddiapers.blogspot.com/2011/04/vlog.html' title='Vlog!!'/><author><name>Candace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16857283872116646712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P_eMh4giS6Y/TnvidnCzfPI/AAAAAAAAAds/OeMj75-RCxI/s220/shot_1307137890202.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/ddp61duppqM/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838546569768246796.post-391379021933480447</id><published>2011-04-26T10:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T11:10:57.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ugh!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab117/candi_pease/2011-04-26114914-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 111px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab117/candi_pease/2011-04-26114914-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; When I lived in California, I loved rainy days! To sit in the house and veg and watch movies was just so relaxing! Now that I live in wyoming, it sucks big nasty, hairy you know whats!! All winter long you are stuck in the house because of the snow and negative( yes negative, like 30 below) weather. And then here comes the rain and wind! And I loved going outside in the rain in Cali! Nice and warm and rejuvinating! But here... the rain is cold!! Don't get me wrong the snow is pretty, but the novelty of it has worn off! I am begging for warm, yummy, flip flop wearing weather! I think today I might make some chicken noodle soup(from scratch, no opening up a can and calling it good) and get some work around the house done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love, Laugh and Drink Up!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Candace&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8838546569768246796-391379021933480447?l=drinksanddiapers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drinksanddiapers.blogspot.com/feeds/391379021933480447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838546569768246796&amp;postID=391379021933480447&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838546569768246796/posts/default/391379021933480447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838546569768246796/posts/default/391379021933480447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drinksanddiapers.blogspot.com/2011/04/ugh.html' title='Ugh!'/><author><name>Candace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16857283872116646712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P_eMh4giS6Y/TnvidnCzfPI/AAAAAAAAAds/OeMj75-RCxI/s220/shot_1307137890202.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838546569768246796.post-4155373409736954759</id><published>2011-04-23T11:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T11:49:53.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just alittle something!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab117/candi_pease/2011-04-23120721.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 255px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 202px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab117/candi_pease/2011-04-23120721.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love this time of year! Everything so new and bright! You just want to bake in the sun and grow things! My little Weezer man loves it too! He can finally go out side without every stitch of clothing he owns on! I just get inspired to throw out door parties with yummy BBQ's and drinks! I can't wait for tomorrow! I love preparing for events and then to see Weezer finding eggs is just so much fun!!&lt;br /&gt;Then tonight I finally get to bartend! I was thinking of doing a drink called an "Easter Egg". I think I might layer HYPNOTIQ, watermelon pucker and 7up in a &lt;a href="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab117/candi_pease/2011-04-23120620.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 234px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 195px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab117/candi_pease/2011-04-23120620.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;martini glass! Sounds like fun! Lets see if I can layer it the way I want! Well I think I have talked you ears off enough! LOL! I hope you have a wonderful Easter tomorrow and a wonderful day to day!&lt;br /&gt;Love, Laugh and Drink Up!&lt;br /&gt;Candace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8838546569768246796-4155373409736954759?l=drinksanddiapers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drinksanddiapers.blogspot.com/feeds/4155373409736954759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838546569768246796&amp;postID=4155373409736954759&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838546569768246796/posts/default/4155373409736954759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838546569768246796/posts/default/4155373409736954759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drinksanddiapers.blogspot.com/2011/04/just-alittle-something.html' title='Just alittle something!'/><author><name>Candace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16857283872116646712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P_eMh4giS6Y/TnvidnCzfPI/AAAAAAAAAds/OeMj75-RCxI/s220/shot_1307137890202.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838546569768246796.post-2432246208810653580</id><published>2011-04-17T19:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-17T19:40:32.754-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://c.gigcount.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bHQ9MTMwMzA5NDMxNzMxNiZwdD*xMzAzMDk*NDAwOTE*JnA9Mzg2MzYxJmQ9Jm49YmxvZ2dlciZnPTEmbz1hODU4MjBiZjhjZjY*/MDIxOTBmMDNkZjcyZDk*NjgxNyZvZj*w.gif" /&gt;&lt;div style="width:480px;text-align:right;"&gt;&lt;embed width="480" height="360" src="http://static.pbsrc.com/flash/rss_slideshow.swf" flashvars="rssFeed=http%3A%2F%2Ffeed855.photobucket.com%2Falbums%2Fab117%2Fcandi_pease%2FArtini%2520Festival%2Ffeed.rss" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" &gt; &lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/redirect/album?showShareLB=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.pbsrc.com/share/icons/embed/btn_geturs.gif" style="border:none;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s855.photobucket.com/albums/ab117/candi_pease/Artini%20Festival/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.pbsrc.com/share/icons/embed/btn_viewall.gif" style="border:none;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8838546569768246796-2432246208810653580?l=drinksanddiapers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drinksanddiapers.blogspot.com/feeds/2432246208810653580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838546569768246796&amp;postID=2432246208810653580&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838546569768246796/posts/default/2432246208810653580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838546569768246796/posts/default/2432246208810653580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drinksanddiapers.blogspot.com/2011/04/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Candace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16857283872116646712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P_eMh4giS6Y/TnvidnCzfPI/AAAAAAAAAds/OeMj75-RCxI/s220/shot_1307137890202.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838546569768246796.post-1518149207171447810</id><published>2011-04-13T14:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T14:18:53.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Early Riser!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ASbWOXW1y7I/TaYTMBGQ5pI/AAAAAAAAAbs/OgomVUdiRaU/s1600/shot_1290384381314.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ASbWOXW1y7I/TaYTMBGQ5pI/AAAAAAAAAbs/OgomVUdiRaU/s320/shot_1290384381314.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595180684228486802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; My little Weezer man usually gets up around 7am, but not today! And he is usually laying and watching T.V. in bed with me while I wake up. (I work nights, hence the hard time waking up!) This morning he didn't wake me up! I woke up to the dogs barking in their kennels(they are naughty dogs, hence the kennels). I think hence is the word of the day! LOL! And when I went out to see why they were barking a man was in my porch at the front door looking at me! Picture this...major bed head, no real make up on, make-up that didn't want to come off slimed down my face, p.j.'s my mom gave me for Christmas that make me look like a 12 year old and then there is a guy looking at me! Ugh! I wanted to get mad!! Well after the whole deer in the headlights wore off I opened the door and said, "Helloooooo!" (still not a happy camper!) He said that he was part of the construction crew ruining my alley! Ugh! I guess the sewer has to be fixed!! And my house has to be shaken! But the funny part is I waited on him last night and I don't think he recognized me without make-up, regular clothes or my hair done! I just thought that was funny! Thanks for reading!!&lt;br /&gt;Love, Laugh and Drink up!&lt;br /&gt;Candace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8838546569768246796-1518149207171447810?l=drinksanddiapers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drinksanddiapers.blogspot.com/feeds/1518149207171447810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838546569768246796&amp;postID=1518149207171447810&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838546569768246796/posts/default/1518149207171447810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838546569768246796/posts/default/1518149207171447810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drinksanddiapers.blogspot.com/2011/04/early-riser.html' title='Early Riser!'/><author><name>Candace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16857283872116646712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P_eMh4giS6Y/TnvidnCzfPI/AAAAAAAAAds/OeMj75-RCxI/s220/shot_1307137890202.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ASbWOXW1y7I/TaYTMBGQ5pI/AAAAAAAAAbs/OgomVUdiRaU/s72-c/shot_1290384381314.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838546569768246796.post-6811474445200638876</id><published>2011-04-10T22:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T22:43:15.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Cleaning!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab117/candi_pease/shot_1301863248523.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 325px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 338px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab117/candi_pease/shot_1301863248523.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab117/candi_pease/shot_1301885567413.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 238px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 215px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab117/candi_pease/shot_1301885567413.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab117/candi_pease/shot_1301859751170.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 305px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 293px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab117/candi_pease/shot_1301859751170.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab117/candi_pease/shot_1301859743211.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 307px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 334px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab117/candi_pease/shot_1301859743211.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I just thought it was so funny the other day I was cleaning from top to bottom and my little Weezer was completely happy with playing in all the chaos! I just wanted so share some pics of my silly little man! &lt;div&gt;Love, Laugh and Drink Up!&lt;/div&gt; Candace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8838546569768246796-6811474445200638876?l=drinksanddiapers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drinksanddiapers.blogspot.com/feeds/6811474445200638876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838546569768246796&amp;postID=6811474445200638876&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838546569768246796/posts/default/6811474445200638876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838546569768246796/posts/default/6811474445200638876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drinksanddiapers.blogspot.com/2011/04/spring-cleaning.html' title='Spring Cleaning!'/><author><name>Candace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16857283872116646712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P_eMh4giS6Y/TnvidnCzfPI/AAAAAAAAAds/OeMj75-RCxI/s220/shot_1307137890202.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838546569768246796.post-3644853549224874485</id><published>2011-04-06T11:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T11:59:32.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Computer Problems and Martini's</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i131.photobucket.com/albums/p294/maria29a_2007/Martini.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 193px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 203px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i131.photobucket.com/albums/p294/maria29a_2007/Martini.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It's funny I had a co-worker (my muse, Katie!!) film me making my awesome new candy inspired Martini for the contest that I am going to in ten more days!! (Weezer tickle break! So, if I go into some random topic you know why!) But my computer was serviced and now my flip program doesn't work. I have to call them again!! It really annoys me when computers don't do what you want them to!! I am so... so... so EXCITED for this martini contest! Last year I won the big prize! I got the title "Master Mixologist"!!! So, this ye&lt;a href="http://i447.photobucket.com/albums/qq200/fricktus/alcohol%20y%20mas/drink.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 114px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 171px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i447.photobucket.com/albums/qq200/fricktus/alcohol%20y%20mas/drink.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ar I probably wont win, but I know what to expect, so I can just have a blast!! And my boss is buying all of us a room and letting most of the staff that is old enough attend and support me!! This year I get friends and family to have my back! My drinks name is "Pink Secret" and it has alot to keep a secret about! OOH! LA LA! And it is pink and blue and I am doing a sexy display! I know a guy wouldn't order a pink drink willingly, but maybe the the "sexy" will win them over!! The pictures are of martini's, but not mine because I can't get my flip to work. Hopefully, in the next couple days I will figure it out so you can see the sexy-ness!! LOL! &lt;div&gt;Love, Laugh and Drink Up!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Candace&lt;/div&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 160px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i284.photobucket.com/albums/ll33/chelisjg/Bottoms-Up-Print-I11888950.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8838546569768246796-3644853549224874485?l=drinksanddiapers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drinksanddiapers.blogspot.com/feeds/3644853549224874485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838546569768246796&amp;postID=3644853549224874485&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838546569768246796/posts/default/3644853549224874485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838546569768246796/posts/default/3644853549224874485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drinksanddiapers.blogspot.com/2011/04/computer-problems-and-martinis.html' title='Computer Problems and Martini&apos;s'/><author><name>Candace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16857283872116646712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P_eMh4giS6Y/TnvidnCzfPI/AAAAAAAAAds/OeMj75-RCxI/s220/shot_1307137890202.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i447.photobucket.com/albums/qq200/fricktus/alcohol%20y%20mas/th_drink.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838546569768246796.post-4371875822985957513</id><published>2011-03-31T12:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T12:43:45.499-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab117/candi_pease/1301298391-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab117/candi_pease/1301298391-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was bartending last week and a guest came in and he likes to drink alot when he does come in. He doesn't come in very often, but when he does he comes in to spend a lot of money! And I like him! He is a complete smart@!# and I love people that can keep up with my dryer sense of humor! And throw it back at me! So... He walks in and as I was gearing up for a night of bantering, he suprised me! He looked at me and said, "You look happy!(in a very loud voice!) Your so much hotter!" Yeah, the hot part made me feel good, but that isn't how Iview myself. I am not hot and I don't care to be. I am me! But he wouldn't let it go. He kept telling me this all night long. And then it hit me... I am happy! I am excited for my Martini Contest(in 15 more days!) and my wonderful fiance and I are doing good, planning things and gearing up for summer! And we are just corny and I love that!! The other day we were driving home(Matt, Weezer and I) and we were just dancing and having a good time (see what I mean when I say corny!) It's awesome to be totally comfortable with someone! Then with Weezer doing so good, even though he tends to get sick alot! But I really couldn't ask for a better son! Life is GOOD! For once I feel like it couldn't get any better! And I am not saying perfect, but the bad things are what keeps things interesting! No one is perfect and why would you want to be! Now that I got alittle inspirational speaker on ya I think its time to get ready for work! I hope I didn't bore you to much! I just had a realization!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love, Laugh and Drink Up!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Candace&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8838546569768246796-4371875822985957513?l=drinksanddiapers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drinksanddiapers.blogspot.com/feeds/4371875822985957513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838546569768246796&amp;postID=4371875822985957513&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838546569768246796/posts/default/4371875822985957513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838546569768246796/posts/default/4371875822985957513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drinksanddiapers.blogspot.com/2011/03/wow.html' title='Wow!'/><author><name>Candace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16857283872116646712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P_eMh4giS6Y/TnvidnCzfPI/AAAAAAAAAds/OeMj75-RCxI/s220/shot_1307137890202.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838546569768246796.post-1801793632137584232</id><published>2011-03-28T00:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T01:29:59.509-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Infatuations and Fevers!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab117/candi_pease/1301298356-1-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 332px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 133px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab117/candi_pease/1301298356-1-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have been really into youtube lately and I have been seeing these girls with gorgeous hair and wishing I had hair like theirs! I have always had really thin hair that is limp and lifeless! And then I started to watch their tutorial and some of them had clip-in hair extensions!! Well...I looked up on how to make these wonderful hair extensions!! It turned out to be really inexpensive and really easy!! So in the pictures above, on the right is me with the clip-ins in my hair! And then the one next to it was Weezer copying me in one of the other pictures I didn't think turned out so well (I'm a dork!). But he turned out so CUTE! And then me without the extensions in and another one of Weezer! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But this morning, Weezer came in and woke me up saying that he wasn't feeling good and that he needed to go see a doctor to fix, because he was broken. And he has been sick none stop with the sniffles, but tonight we got home and he felt hot. I took his temp and it was up to 102. Of course I start freaking out!! And I got it to go down, but my poor little man is just so sick!! Off to the doctors tomorrow!! &lt;/div&gt;Love, Laugh and Drink Up! Candace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8838546569768246796-1801793632137584232?l=drinksanddiapers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drinksanddiapers.blogspot.com/feeds/1801793632137584232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838546569768246796&amp;postID=1801793632137584232&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838546569768246796/posts/default/1801793632137584232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838546569768246796/posts/default/1801793632137584232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drinksanddiapers.blogspot.com/2011/03/infatuations-and-fevers.html' title='Infatuations and Fevers!'/><author><name>Candace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16857283872116646712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P_eMh4giS6Y/TnvidnCzfPI/AAAAAAAAAds/OeMj75-RCxI/s220/shot_1307137890202.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838546569768246796.post-2555596715484660760</id><published>2011-03-22T23:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-22T23:30:19.652-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lactose, Almond Milk and The Asylum</title><content type='html'>So, I have been having the hardest time this winter with my health! I keep catching colds and the flu!! I really can't stand being sick and this is driving me nuts!! So, this last time I went to the doctor and was perscribed some medication and while I was taking it...it made me really sensitive to things and I think it might have made an allergy alittle more noticable! I think I might be allergic to dairy!! (Crying!) But so on to the next thing, I decided to cut all dairy out. So, I bought some almond milk. And it really is pretty good! But the second morning of having it, My little weezer decided to wake up and not wake me up right away. Naughty, Naughty little boy! But he thought it was choca milk... Well he woke saying that he was scared! And so of course I console my precious baby boy and cuddle and watch cartoons with him in bed, because he was really insistant that we stay in bed (first clue! but the blonde didn't get it!). And then since I did just wake up I said that I really had to get out of bed( I had to pee. Sorry to much info but it's part of the story) I go in the bathroom and there is no toilet paper (second clue. Still didn't get it!) So, I walk into the kitchen to get some more from the cupboard and I notice a big wet mark in the floor. Then I notice the toilet paper in the middle of it and then the carton of almond milk laid on it side... open! To say the least I saw red! Deep red with fumes coming from my ears. So, I turn on my heels and to my surprise Weezer is right behind me with tears in his eyes. He looked up at me and says..."I sorry Mommy...please don't mad... I sorry!" And the tears start flowing. *frustrated sigh!!* And my heart melted!! I just told him to go to his room and think about what he did. So I cleaned it up and then let him out of his room. Poor Baby knew what he had done wrong. But looking back at it I can't help but laugh!&lt;br /&gt;Oh! I am so excited for the Artini Festival!! I am entering in to the Martini Contest again this year!! If you are in Cody Wyoming April 16th and are of age to drink. You should come and check out his competition!! I won Judges choice last year and I think I have an awesome drink this year! I am calling it an Asylum!! Kind of Dangerous sounding but so so yummy! Well, I had lots to talk about! Sorry I haven't blogged in a long time, But hopefully I can get back into this again!!&lt;br /&gt;Love, Laugh and Drink Up!&lt;br /&gt;Candace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8838546569768246796-2555596715484660760?l=drinksanddiapers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drinksanddiapers.blogspot.com/feeds/2555596715484660760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838546569768246796&amp;postID=2555596715484660760&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838546569768246796/posts/default/2555596715484660760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838546569768246796/posts/default/2555596715484660760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drinksanddiapers.blogspot.com/2011/03/lactose-almond-milk-and-asylum.html' title='Lactose, Almond Milk and The Asylum'/><author><name>Candace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16857283872116646712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P_eMh4giS6Y/TnvidnCzfPI/AAAAAAAAAds/OeMj75-RCxI/s220/shot_1307137890202.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838546569768246796.post-2580505562839178586</id><published>2010-11-23T22:26:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T10:34:28.033-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving!</title><content type='html'>I love Thanksgiving! It's a time for family! When I was younger we would spend everyother holiday with both sides of the family. The women cooking and the guys doing what they do and us kids doing everything possible to sneak some food or pie! When I was alittle older my whole family would go to my parents house and it was wonderful! My parents would cook along with my grandma. Then it was time to eat and almost 20 of us would sit at the tables lined up in the living room. Then after dinner came the pies! Oh! So many pies! Then we would sit there and talk for hours. And now we will still go up to my parents and do the same thing, just not as many of us, but that isn't a bad thing in the least! 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Lots of things have been going on!! My summer has been none stop! I am now head bartender at work! Yay! Finally I am being rewarded for my efforts!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_381uXszf9ZE/TI3H7ZWRBEI/AAAAAAAAAak/X2phP9nkFAo/s1600/gunnar+and+I3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516284941829211202" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_381uXszf9ZE/TI3H7ZWRBEI/AAAAAAAAAak/X2phP9nkFAo/s200/gunnar+and+I3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have been dating this amazing man named Matt (aka Matty to Gunnar). And he has been keeping me plenty busy! We took a trip up to Great Falls and several to Billings Montana!&lt;/div&gt;And I have started to make purses and sell them! Hopefully soon I can get an Etsy shop started if I could get some time to get some extra purses made! Right now I have four purses to make! I made my first one for me, because I wanted something I could use as a purse and a diaper bag. I love it so much!! And it is so satisfying to make something!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then that &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_381uXszf9ZE/TI3IFEh7AwI/AAAAAAAAAas/SYqWv4MRTuU/s1600/martini.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516285108039648002" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_381uXszf9ZE/TI3IFEh7AwI/AAAAAAAAAas/SYqWv4MRTuU/s200/martini.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;sweet guy of mine got me a suprise a few days ago!!! I came home to an 8th month old Dog! She is a border collie/ setter/ heeler mix. And her name is Martini!! Juno has warmed up to the idea of having a sister finally!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And that is the short version of my summer! Hopefully I will find more time to write more blogs!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love, Laugh, and Drink Up!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Candace&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/8838546569768246796-7693483178636595231?l=drinksanddiapers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drinksanddiapers.blogspot.com/feeds/7693483178636595231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838546569768246796&amp;postID=7693483178636595231&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838546569768246796/posts/default/7693483178636595231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838546569768246796/posts/default/7693483178636595231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drinksanddiapers.blogspot.com/2010/09/long-time-no-see.html' title='Long Time No See!'/><author><name>Candace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16857283872116646712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P_eMh4giS6Y/TnvidnCzfPI/AAAAAAAAAds/OeMj75-RCxI/s220/shot_1307137890202.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_381uXszf9ZE/TI3IFpuxWzI/AAAAAAAAAa0/oTDGXSFNLTw/s72-c/mattyandI.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838546569768246796.post-1548723695203798653</id><published>2010-04-18T12:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T12:29:29.554-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Artini Festival in Cody Wyoming!</title><content type='html'>I entered the contest for the best Martini at the Terrace Restaurant and Bar in Cody. It is a beautiful restuarant for any occasion! They usually have a Tini Tuesday and they decided to have this contest! I was so pleased to just be apart of it! But I ended up being the judges pick! I thought with my simple martini, which I called Tiki-Tini, I wasn't going to place anything. I displayed it with cubes of jello placed on the inside of the glass and it was a fruity, with a hint of tartness from the alchohol and lemon lime juice. I liked the drink personally, but it seemed too simple compared to all the hard work everyone else put into theres. I got the name from co-workers at work. They said it reminded them of a tiki shasta soda, hence the tiki-tini! I really had fun even with all of my nerves! I can't wait for next year!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8838546569768246796-1548723695203798653?l=drinksanddiapers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drinksanddiapers.blogspot.com/feeds/1548723695203798653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838546569768246796&amp;postID=1548723695203798653&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838546569768246796/posts/default/1548723695203798653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838546569768246796/posts/default/1548723695203798653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drinksanddiapers.blogspot.com/2010/04/artini-festival-in-cody-wyoming.html' title='Artini Festival in Cody Wyoming!'/><author><name>Candace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16857283872116646712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P_eMh4giS6Y/TnvidnCzfPI/AAAAAAAAAds/OeMj75-RCxI/s220/shot_1307137890202.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838546569768246796.post-4763747302793270061</id><published>2010-04-17T12:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T12:21:54.927-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Martini Contest!</title><content type='html'>If you are in Cody, Wy come see me at the Terrace resturant and bar! I am doing a Martini Contest and I will need all the help I can get!&lt;br /&gt;Love, Laugh, and Drink Up!&lt;br /&gt;Candace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8838546569768246796-4763747302793270061?l=drinksanddiapers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drinksanddiapers.blogspot.com/feeds/4763747302793270061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838546569768246796&amp;postID=4763747302793270061&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838546569768246796/posts/default/4763747302793270061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838546569768246796/posts/default/4763747302793270061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drinksanddiapers.blogspot.com/2010/04/martini-contest.html' title='Martini Contest!'/><author><name>Candace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16857283872116646712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P_eMh4giS6Y/TnvidnCzfPI/AAAAAAAAAds/OeMj75-RCxI/s220/shot_1307137890202.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838546569768246796.post-3100670230172091441</id><published>2010-04-13T17:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T17:07:26.734-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cribs!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I got this idea from Iva Messy, I hope you do not mind! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TksrjzZ0kPg&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TksrjzZ0kPg&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Love, Laugh, and Drink Up!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Candace&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8838546569768246796-3100670230172091441?l=drinksanddiapers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drinksanddiapers.blogspot.com/feeds/3100670230172091441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838546569768246796&amp;postID=3100670230172091441&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838546569768246796/posts/default/3100670230172091441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838546569768246796/posts/default/3100670230172091441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drinksanddiapers.blogspot.com/2010/04/cribs.html' title='Cribs!'/><author><name>Candace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16857283872116646712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P_eMh4giS6Y/TnvidnCzfPI/AAAAAAAAAds/OeMj75-RCxI/s220/shot_1307137890202.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838546569768246796.post-9061443700373139469</id><published>2010-04-06T21:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T18:18:30.239-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tina Turbin's books for kids!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_381uXszf9ZE/S7wTkbuo8pI/AAAAAAAAAaM/99JzwRQfmXE/s1600/Danny-cd-cover-290x300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 193px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457258365105795730" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_381uXszf9ZE/S7wTkbuo8pI/AAAAAAAAAaM/99JzwRQfmXE/s200/Danny-cd-cover-290x300.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I recently got an email from Tina Turbin's assistant asking me if I would like to do a book review on a childs book called, "Danny the Dragon Meets Jimmy". I thought it would be fun! I haven't gotten a chance to do a review yet and I thought my son would like this book. To my suprise they sent me a book and a DVD! Gunnar loves me to read to him and he loved this charming story about a boy who is at the beach and finds a unique looking shell and picks it up and to his suprise the shell says "hello". Well, I wont give away the whole story...but I liked the story of how he meets Danny the Dragon! And my son like it as well! Tina wanted to inspire kids to keep the magic, the spirit of fun and imagination in thier lives. The DVD she sent me was a reading of the book with a woman to sign what was being said. The DVD will be released in mid april and half of the profits will be donated to increase awareness and support of literacy and education for Blossom Montessori School for the Deaf and the other half will go to other causes which support literacy and education for the welfare of all children. If I did a good job in this book review don't hesistate in buying this book or DVD for your children! I hope you enjoy it as much as my son and I do! Here is Tina's link if you would like to read more about her...http://tinaturbin.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8838546569768246796-9061443700373139469?l=drinksanddiapers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drinksanddiapers.blogspot.com/feeds/9061443700373139469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838546569768246796&amp;postID=9061443700373139469&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838546569768246796/posts/default/9061443700373139469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838546569768246796/posts/default/9061443700373139469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drinksanddiapers.blogspot.com/2010/04/tina-turbins-books-for-kids.html' title='Tina Turbin&apos;s books for kids!'/><author><name>Candace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16857283872116646712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P_eMh4giS6Y/TnvidnCzfPI/AAAAAAAAAds/OeMj75-RCxI/s220/shot_1307137890202.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_381uXszf9ZE/S7wTkbuo8pI/AAAAAAAAAaM/99JzwRQfmXE/s72-c/Danny-cd-cover-290x300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838546569768246796.post-1261838710388010629</id><published>2010-03-24T22:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T23:00:59.081-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blah blah blah</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="400" height="255" id="uvp_fop" allowFullScreen="true"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://d.yimg.com/m/up/fop/embedflv/swf/fop.swf"/&gt;&lt;param name="flashVars" value="id=v218649519&amp;amp;eID=1301797&amp;amp;lang=us&amp;amp;enableFullScreen=0&amp;amp;shareEnable=1"/&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"/&gt;&lt;embed height="255" width="400" id="uvp_fop" allowFullScreen="true" src="http://d.yimg.com/m/up/fop/embedflv/swf/fop.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="id=v218649519&amp;amp;eID=1301797&amp;amp;lang=us&amp;amp;ympsc=4195329&amp;amp;enableFullScreen=1&amp;amp;shareEnable=1" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8838546569768246796-1261838710388010629?l=drinksanddiapers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drinksanddiapers.blogspot.com/feeds/1261838710388010629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838546569768246796&amp;postID=1261838710388010629&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838546569768246796/posts/default/1261838710388010629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838546569768246796/posts/default/1261838710388010629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drinksanddiapers.blogspot.com/2010/03/blah-blah-blah.html' title='Blah blah blah'/><author><name>Candace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16857283872116646712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P_eMh4giS6Y/TnvidnCzfPI/AAAAAAAAAds/OeMj75-RCxI/s220/shot_1307137890202.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838546569768246796.post-1726705054500136004</id><published>2010-03-13T22:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T22:20:15.556-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Panties, Alice, and Wild Game!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_381uXszf9ZE/S5x_7oPXnAI/AAAAAAAAAZk/lSpX3pxUq8E/s1600-h/ELK1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 186px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448370311602347010" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_381uXszf9ZE/S5x_7oPXnAI/AAAAAAAAAZk/lSpX3pxUq8E/s200/ELK1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The wonderful guy I am seeing loves to go hunting and has a ton of wild game in his freezer!So, I get to cook my little heart out!! Yay! On the same note,, I have this underwear fetish! Most women love shoes or purses, but no I love underwear! And since I got off of my note...back on t&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_381uXszf9ZE/S5x-4-KdglI/AAAAAAAAAZU/Xi8xT9IqUZc/s1600-h/underpants.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 164px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448369166436106834" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_381uXszf9ZE/S5x-4-KdglI/AAAAAAAAAZU/Xi8xT9IqUZc/s200/underpants.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;rack! LOL! This wonderful man is taking care of his Dad's dog, Charlie. Who has an unerwear fetish of his own! Only it's not in admiring how cute they are, but in atng the crotch out of them! Disgusting!!! And he has chomped on TWO of them already!! &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;To get off the subject of crotch eating, last Sunday Mr. Wonderful took me out for sushi(which I love!) and then to a movie! We saw "Alice in Wonderland" and I loved it! One thing from the movie I thought w&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_381uXszf9ZE/S5x-bN8z2EI/AAAAAAAAAZM/Dpt4wekQOAk/s1600-h/alice-in-wonderland-image1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ould be fun to do everyday is to think of six impossible things for that day!&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 148px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448369668036127218" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_381uXszf9ZE/S5x_WKxOafI/AAAAAAAAAZc/e3Udy6Z2d8E/s200/alice-in-wonderland-image1.jpg" /&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/8838546569768246796-1726705054500136004?l=drinksanddiapers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drinksanddiapers.blogspot.com/feeds/1726705054500136004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838546569768246796&amp;postID=1726705054500136004&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838546569768246796/posts/default/1726705054500136004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838546569768246796/posts/default/1726705054500136004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drinksanddiapers.blogspot.com/2010/03/panties-alice-and-wild-game.html' title='Panties, Alice, and Wild Game!'/><author><name>Candace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16857283872116646712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P_eMh4giS6Y/TnvidnCzfPI/AAAAAAAAAds/OeMj75-RCxI/s220/shot_1307137890202.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_381uXszf9ZE/S5x_7oPXnAI/AAAAAAAAAZk/lSpX3pxUq8E/s72-c/ELK1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838546569768246796.post-1582830846543159382</id><published>2010-03-01T21:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T21:45:02.427-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a Dork!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_381uXszf9ZE/S4yjNk-RK-I/AAAAAAAAAY0/s5EFDLXbGrw/s1600-h/star+wars.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 134px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443905503242562530" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_381uXszf9ZE/S4yjNk-RK-I/AAAAAAAAAY0/s5EFDLXbGrw/s200/star+wars.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It's funny how much you can like certain things! I remember watching "Star Wars" with my dad for the first time when I was really young! My parents like the movies but would get tired of watching them, but me on the other hand would have a day of Star Wars!! I used to go over to my Grandpas house and beg to borrow his movies!! I guess you could call it my first love!LOL But I never became one of those people that would go to the conventions and have the costumes in my closet. But good ol' Harrison was one of my fav's. He was always so sexy!!HEHE If he could be my Han Solo, hell yeah I would put on a costume!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8838546569768246796-1582830846543159382?l=drinksanddiapers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drinksanddiapers.blogspot.com/feeds/1582830846543159382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838546569768246796&amp;postID=1582830846543159382&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838546569768246796/posts/default/1582830846543159382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838546569768246796/posts/default/1582830846543159382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drinksanddiapers.blogspot.com/2010/03/im-dork.html' title='I&apos;m a Dork!'/><author><name>Candace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16857283872116646712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P_eMh4giS6Y/TnvidnCzfPI/AAAAAAAAAds/OeMj75-RCxI/s220/shot_1307137890202.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_381uXszf9ZE/S4yjNk-RK-I/AAAAAAAAAY0/s5EFDLXbGrw/s72-c/star+wars.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838546569768246796.post-7180237554312993477</id><published>2010-02-09T21:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T21:53:38.298-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentines, daycare and Daddy!</title><content type='html'>So, I decided about a month ago that I needed some more projects to do! Well, instead of doing something to my house, like I usually do. I Decided to pick the worst holiday ever and host a party at the resturant I work at to bring in more customers. So, I have procrastinated and now have over fifty party favors to make and have to come up with questions to one of the games I decided we should play. And I don't hate Valentines completely! My dad was the sweetest man ever and would buy my sister and I a carnation and chocolate every year until I turned 16. But I do think it is a day better spent with a bottle of patron than a bunch of people forced to think they are really in love with each other! And that is how I got the nick name pirate last year!!(Not one of my finer moments!) And to top that all off, my mom decided to go visit her uncle and I can't find a babysitter after 5pm so my dad said that he would do it. But he asked me tonight, "What if he poops?" What do you say to that without loosing the only willing person to babysit? So, I say, "Well I guess you can call someone over to clean him or maybe do it yourself?" and he starts gaging! Tomorrow will be a fun night!!! If only I could video tape the whole event!! LOL But on a happy note!!!!!!! I took Gunnar to daycare today and the lip stayed put(that means it did not stick out so far that I thought it could hit the ground) and he was happy!! He did not even acknowledge me once he was in that door!! Afterwards I was kind of thinking to myself, "Should I be happy or sad about that?" But I Dont care! My Little man was Happy!!! And then on an even happier note!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I am officially Divorced!! After two years I am finally free!! So, Who ever is around here( and here I mean in the boondocks!) I am going out and I am painting the town red!! After my horrible Valentines day Party on Saturday!! Party! Party! Party!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8838546569768246796-7180237554312993477?l=drinksanddiapers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drinksanddiapers.blogspot.com/feeds/7180237554312993477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838546569768246796&amp;postID=7180237554312993477&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838546569768246796/posts/default/7180237554312993477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838546569768246796/posts/default/7180237554312993477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drinksanddiapers.blogspot.com/2010/02/valentines-daycare-and-daddy.html' title='Valentines, daycare and Daddy!'/><author><name>Candace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16857283872116646712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P_eMh4giS6Y/TnvidnCzfPI/AAAAAAAAAds/OeMj75-RCxI/s220/shot_1307137890202.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838546569768246796.post-4698648221093953762</id><published>2010-02-06T20:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T20:50:34.590-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LOL!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/au5f6pMgN2s&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/au5f6pMgN2s&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8838546569768246796-4698648221093953762?l=drinksanddiapers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drinksanddiapers.blogspot.com/feeds/4698648221093953762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838546569768246796&amp;postID=4698648221093953762&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838546569768246796/posts/default/4698648221093953762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838546569768246796/posts/default/4698648221093953762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drinksanddiapers.blogspot.com/2010/02/lol.html' title='LOL!'/><author><name>Candace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16857283872116646712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P_eMh4giS6Y/TnvidnCzfPI/AAAAAAAAAds/OeMj75-RCxI/s220/shot_1307137890202.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838546569768246796.post-555248199265035075</id><published>2010-02-04T21:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T21:50:50.944-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vlog!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Ok! So, I decided to vlog and it shows you just what a dork I am! Don't jugde me to harshly!!LOL&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/40DFYS3Hh0A&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/40DFYS3Hh0A&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8838546569768246796-555248199265035075?l=drinksanddiapers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drinksanddiapers.blogspot.com/feeds/555248199265035075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838546569768246796&amp;postID=555248199265035075&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838546569768246796/posts/default/555248199265035075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838546569768246796/posts/default/555248199265035075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drinksanddiapers.blogspot.com/2010/02/vlog.html' title='Vlog!!!'/><author><name>Candace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16857283872116646712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P_eMh4giS6Y/TnvidnCzfPI/AAAAAAAAAds/OeMj75-RCxI/s220/shot_1307137890202.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838546569768246796.post-6507522206058101649</id><published>2010-02-03T21:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T21:44:11.464-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mommy Knows...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_381uXszf9ZE/S2peeEY3kqI/AAAAAAAAAYs/r3frcRgA4Og/s1600-h/GUNNAR+002copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434259771043058338" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_381uXszf9ZE/S2peeEY3kqI/AAAAAAAAAYs/r3frcRgA4Og/s200/GUNNAR+002copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is inspired by Mama Kat at mama's losin it! She asked us to list 10 things that You didn't know before you were a mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. When a baby cries you instinctively want to go to it! The other day I was in the waitress station and I was talking to Kelsey. We heard a baby start to cry and in the middle of our conversation I started to dash over there until I realized it wasn't my kid and the mother was with it. I went back to Kelsey and she just started laughing at me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. Throw up and boogers can be projected across the room! Yuck!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. What can be put in a baby's mouth will be there if not watched.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. I always said my kid would never ever through a fit, because he wouldn't be spoiled. Yeah...that isn't true of any kid!!! My kid throws fits just to see my reaction!! Never say never!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. If you didn't think something could break, just put it in the hands of a child!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Knowing you have the work of twenty to get done before a certain time and also knowing you only have the help of yourself to do it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. There favorite thing can not be replaced with something else!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. If you put it up high and you think they can't get to it. Think again!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. They will always find a way to amaze you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. No matter how much your child makes you mad they can make you heart melt with just a touch or a smile!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8838546569768246796-6507522206058101649?l=drinksanddiapers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drinksanddiapers.blogspot.com/feeds/6507522206058101649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838546569768246796&amp;postID=6507522206058101649&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838546569768246796/posts/default/6507522206058101649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838546569768246796/posts/default/6507522206058101649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drinksanddiapers.blogspot.com/2010/02/mommy-knows.html' title='Mommy Knows...'/><author><name>Candace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16857283872116646712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P_eMh4giS6Y/TnvidnCzfPI/AAAAAAAAAds/OeMj75-RCxI/s220/shot_1307137890202.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_381uXszf9ZE/S2peeEY3kqI/AAAAAAAAAYs/r3frcRgA4Og/s72-c/GUNNAR+002copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838546569768246796.post-8829791581293168138</id><published>2010-01-31T22:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T22:31:17.816-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You would think I would be Used to it!</title><content type='html'>It's funny since I separated from my ex husband I have dated a few guys and they all do the same thing. You would think I would get used to it! I don't understand why men can't be considerate enough to just tell you it's over rather than just lead you on. The bad thing is he promised no games. Shame on me I guess for thinking anything different could happen!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8838546569768246796-8829791581293168138?l=drinksanddiapers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drinksanddiapers.blogspot.com/feeds/8829791581293168138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838546569768246796&amp;postID=8829791581293168138&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838546569768246796/posts/default/8829791581293168138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838546569768246796/posts/default/8829791581293168138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drinksanddiapers.blogspot.com/2010/01/you-would-think-i-would-be-used-to-it.html' title='You would think I would be Used to it!'/><author><name>Candace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16857283872116646712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P_eMh4giS6Y/TnvidnCzfPI/AAAAAAAAAds/OeMj75-RCxI/s220/shot_1307137890202.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838546569768246796.post-1212039107814530322</id><published>2010-01-28T20:23:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T20:36:36.037-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Foto Friday! Oh I mean Photo Friday!</title><content type='html'>My handsome little man has been around woman to much!! He looks in the mirror while I am doing my make-up and pretends to put some on too! Now he is wearing my shoes! But he looks so darn CUTE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_381uXszf9ZE/S2JkHcvfh2I/AAAAAAAAAYk/iEMOB7Wyyg8/s1600-h/sangria+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432014179699492706" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_381uXszf9ZE/S2JkHcvfh2I/AAAAAAAAAYk/iEMOB7Wyyg8/s320/sangria+004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I decided to try out a sangria recipe!! I had never had it before and thought why not! And it looks so pretty too! Ignore me if you are looking for pretty! LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432014168792595074" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_381uXszf9ZE/S2JkG0HFeoI/AAAAAAAAAYc/LclvTCmje_8/s320/sangria+002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I was looking for a recipe for my Valentines Party for the resturaunt I work for and those still sound so good! But, Doesn't this drink sound so good, look so good, and it can be drank by almost any of the food we are serving! The spin I put on it though, I put strawberries in it! Yum!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432013104816357010" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_381uXszf9ZE/S2JjI4fYfpI/AAAAAAAAAYU/psfq39gFW2o/s320/sangria+001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love, Laugh, and Drink Up!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Candace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/8838546569768246796-1212039107814530322?l=drinksanddiapers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drinksanddiapers.blogspot.com/feeds/1212039107814530322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838546569768246796&amp;postID=1212039107814530322&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838546569768246796/posts/default/1212039107814530322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838546569768246796/posts/default/1212039107814530322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drinksanddiapers.blogspot.com/2010/01/foto-friday-oh-i-mean-photo-friday.html' title='Foto Friday! Oh I mean Photo Friday!'/><author><name>Candace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16857283872116646712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P_eMh4giS6Y/TnvidnCzfPI/AAAAAAAAAds/OeMj75-RCxI/s220/shot_1307137890202.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_381uXszf9ZE/S2JkHcvfh2I/AAAAAAAAAYk/iEMOB7Wyyg8/s72-c/sangria+004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838546569768246796.post-3507926397544071319</id><published>2010-01-28T07:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T08:08:19.103-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad day into good night!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_381uXszf9ZE/S2G19AyoJDI/AAAAAAAAAYM/4PmjxKkwpGU/s1600-h/la+dee+frickin+da+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431822685374522418" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_381uXszf9ZE/S2G19AyoJDI/AAAAAAAAAYM/4PmjxKkwpGU/s320/la+dee+frickin+da+001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So, I have been having a hard time the last couple of days! But everything is ok now! I have come to terms with my insecurities and decided to say &lt;a href="mailto:F@#$"&gt;F@#$&lt;/a&gt; them! I am letting go and I am just going to go with the flow for a while!! A friend in Cali is having a hard time and I think I might go out and visit and see if we can cheer each other up. But yesterday my sis, Dana, noticed I was having a hard time so we went to go see a movie!! Yay!! I miss going to movies like I did in cali!! I didn't go every week or a&lt;a href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/8/86/Did_you_hear_about_the_morgans_ver2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 292px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 431px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/8/86/Did_you_hear_about_the_morgans_ver2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;nything, but it was so nice to have one close by when you got a wild hair up your a$$ to go see one! We ended up seeing "Did you hear about the Morgans?"! I really liked it!! It's about a couple that go into protection with a couple in wyoming! So, this morning I was reflecting on the movie and decided to look up where it was filmed. If you didn't know I now live in wyoming. Ugh! And it wasn't filmed anywhere close to wyoming!! It was filmed in texas! How disappointing!! But at least I liked the movie! Yay!&lt;br /&gt;Love, Laugh, and Drink Up!&lt;br /&gt;Candace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8838546569768246796-3507926397544071319?l=drinksanddiapers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drinksanddiapers.blogspot.com/feeds/3507926397544071319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838546569768246796&amp;postID=3507926397544071319&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838546569768246796/posts/default/3507926397544071319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838546569768246796/posts/default/3507926397544071319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drinksanddiapers.blogspot.com/2010/01/bad-day-into-good-night.html' title='Bad day into good night!'/><author><name>Candace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16857283872116646712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P_eMh4giS6Y/TnvidnCzfPI/AAAAAAAAAds/OeMj75-RCxI/s220/shot_1307137890202.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_381uXszf9ZE/S2G19AyoJDI/AAAAAAAAAYM/4PmjxKkwpGU/s72-c/la+dee+frickin+da+001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838546569768246796.post-7206746491884865130</id><published>2010-01-24T21:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T21:37:29.054-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Top Five Things Going on in my Life!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.fineartsguild.com/images/galleries/1/goingcrazy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 397px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.fineartsguild.com/images/galleries/1/goingcrazy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I have been driven crazy by certain things the last few weeks so I thought I might share them with you if you are interested. Thought I could at least make myself laugh at all the crazy things happening.&lt;br /&gt;5. Poop... It doesn't belong in training pants! But for some odd reason my son can not manage to tell me that he that he has to poop before the vein in his forehead starts popping out and he starts to grunt!&lt;br /&gt;4. Late!! I was late for work this week. I don't know why but it is one of my pet peeves!! I am on time, if not early, always!!&lt;br /&gt;3. Sleep...My little man isn't liking the idea of staying in bed! I know, he is still doing it!! At least there is a lock now!!&lt;br /&gt;2. Tantrums...I don't get it. I do something or anything that makes him mad and he is on the ground kicking and screaming! It embarrasses me to no end!!&lt;br /&gt;1. Chunks!!! I am sick and tired of chunks being blown!! (gross!) First it was Gunnar and this morning it was the dog! I am just waiting for the cat to chime in and then it should be my turn, right?&lt;br /&gt;What is your opinion on these? Am I qualified to go to the nut house yet?LOL&lt;br /&gt;Love, Laugh, and Drink Up!!&lt;br /&gt;Candace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/8838546569768246796-7206746491884865130?l=drinksanddiapers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drinksanddiapers.blogspot.com/feeds/7206746491884865130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838546569768246796&amp;postID=7206746491884865130&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838546569768246796/posts/default/7206746491884865130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838546569768246796/posts/default/7206746491884865130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drinksanddiapers.blogspot.com/2010/01/top-five-things-going-on-in-my-life.html' title='Top Five Things Going on in my Life!'/><author><name>Candace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16857283872116646712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P_eMh4giS6Y/TnvidnCzfPI/AAAAAAAAAds/OeMj75-RCxI/s220/shot_1307137890202.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838546569768246796.post-1596459626696971225</id><published>2010-01-23T21:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T21:38:11.205-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Pitch!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_381uXszf9ZE/S1vcq2K6yFI/AAAAAAAAAYE/aNpnh7Vw9BI/s1600-h/0708091356.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 160px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 120px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430176404379191378" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_381uXszf9ZE/S1vcq2K6yFI/AAAAAAAAAYE/aNpnh7Vw9BI/s320/0708091356.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I like Mama Kat at Mama's losin it. And I recently saw that she had joined 31 days to a better blog at &lt;a href="http://www.problogger.net/"&gt;http://www.problogger.net/&lt;/a&gt;. I thought it would be a good and fun thing for me to do also. So, my first assignment was to create and elevator pitch, one short and one long! A pitch that can be told in enough time to have a ride on the elevator. And not a naughty one either!! Need more time for a naughty one anyways! LOL (I crack myself up!) So, here are my pitches!&lt;br /&gt;First the short one:&lt;br /&gt;"Welcome to the spills and thrills of a Mommy/ Bartender!!"&lt;br /&gt;Second, the long one:&lt;br /&gt;"Do you need a drink idea? Or a different approach to dealing with a child that has just thown himself on the ground in a tantrum? I have a drink of the day, Ask Tarbender, and random events of a Mommy/ Bartender at Drinks and Diapers!"&lt;br /&gt;So, what do you think? Does it sell my blog or should I add anything else?&lt;br /&gt;Love, Laugh and Drink Up!&lt;br /&gt;Candace&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8838546569768246796-1596459626696971225?l=drinksanddiapers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drinksanddiapers.blogspot.com/feeds/1596459626696971225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838546569768246796&amp;postID=1596459626696971225&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838546569768246796/posts/default/1596459626696971225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838546569768246796/posts/default/1596459626696971225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drinksanddiapers.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-pitch.html' title='My Pitch!'/><author><name>Candace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16857283872116646712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P_eMh4giS6Y/TnvidnCzfPI/AAAAAAAAAds/OeMj75-RCxI/s220/shot_1307137890202.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_381uXszf9ZE/S1vcq2K6yFI/AAAAAAAAAYE/aNpnh7Vw9BI/s72-c/0708091356.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838546569768246796.post-5979367067342658785</id><published>2010-01-22T23:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T00:18:39.513-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chunks, drinks and jokes!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_381uXszf9ZE/S1qwxPzzOwI/AAAAAAAAAX8/-2pU2afGToU/s1600-h/woodchuck.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 246px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429846660852431618" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_381uXszf9ZE/S1qwxPzzOwI/AAAAAAAAAX8/-2pU2afGToU/s320/woodchuck.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So, I woke up this morning to nothing... yeah not one sound or anything. Gunnar let me sleep in...Ok ready Awwww! At first it was actually, what is wrong something is terribly wrong! So I run in there and he is snoring away! Well, he is getting his two year molars and I thought ok they are affecting him. So, I call my Mom and tell her about him and then I start hearing this awful noise! So, I run in there and I had never seen a child project vomit across a room before!! I might be exagerating alittle, but it was still disturbing!! And usually I have a good strong stomach but for some reason today I could barely handle it! This continued until 12:30pm. The doctor said it was a flu and could not really do anything except give him a medicine that would stop the vomiting. But he was so sad today!! He would walk acouple of steps and then lay down on the floor with his legs curled up and then walk a couple more steps and do the same thing.&lt;br /&gt;But on a happier note, I ended up getting a comment from my Mom over at &lt;a href="http://gammasharon.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://gammasharon.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt; and in one of my blogs I asked for some questions so she asked, "How much wood would a woodchuck chuck if a woodchuck could chuck wood?" So, this recipe is for you mom!!&lt;br /&gt;Woodchuck Wassail&lt;br /&gt;2 quarts woodchuck cider&lt;br /&gt;2 cups cranberry juice&lt;br /&gt;3/4 cup sugar&lt;br /&gt;1 1/2 teaspoon allspice&lt;br /&gt;1 orange studded with whole cloves&lt;br /&gt;1 cup rum&lt;br /&gt;Combine all ingredients in a slow cooker and brew 4-5 hours before serving!!&lt;br /&gt;And then I also looked up a non-alcoholic recipe for Karen at &lt;a href="http://www.apeekatkarensworld.com/"&gt;http://www.apeekatkarensworld.com/&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Sunshine Splash&lt;br /&gt;3 oz. O.J.&lt;br /&gt;3 oz Pineapple Juice&lt;br /&gt;2 oz Lemon Lime Soda&lt;br /&gt;1 oz Sour mix&lt;br /&gt;1/2 oz Grenadine&lt;br /&gt;Stir all with ice in a parfait glass. Garnish with a pineapple slice! Yum Yum!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8838546569768246796-5979367067342658785?l=drinksanddiapers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drinksanddiapers.blogspot.com/feeds/5979367067342658785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838546569768246796&amp;postID=5979367067342658785&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838546569768246796/posts/default/5979367067342658785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838546569768246796/posts/default/5979367067342658785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drinksanddiapers.blogspot.com/2010/01/chunks-drinks-and-jokes.html' title='Chunks, drinks and jokes!!'/><author><name>Candace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16857283872116646712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P_eMh4giS6Y/TnvidnCzfPI/AAAAAAAAAds/OeMj75-RCxI/s220/shot_1307137890202.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_381uXszf9ZE/S1qwxPzzOwI/AAAAAAAAAX8/-2pU2afGToU/s72-c/woodchuck.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838546569768246796.post-2352449036060609037</id><published>2010-01-21T22:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T22:59:47.595-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ask Miss Tarbender!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_381uXszf9ZE/S1lMxcBUZcI/AAAAAAAAAX0/Bx_BLVc1UTk/s1600-h/ss_R092663.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429455237990868418" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_381uXszf9ZE/S1lMxcBUZcI/AAAAAAAAAX0/Bx_BLVc1UTk/s320/ss_R092663.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ok, so I got two comments on my last blog asking to see if you had any questions. Yay!!! So, thank you so much JDaniel4'sMom and DivineMrsD!!! Now I didn't get questions but I thought....maybe....you might want to try something other than Rieslings wine for your dinner parties? Maybe... Maybe not? And don't get me wrong I love wine, but sometimes it is just fun to switch things up. Like when I go to a bar(it's very rare, especially since I work in one) I like to ask if the bartender has a special drink they like to make, instead of ordering my fav tequila sunrise.&lt;br /&gt;Today I was today I got one of my usual emails from Better Homes and Gardens(I like all that stuff too!!) And the subject read things to do while you are stuck in the house during winter and of course I go there and manage to find myself in the drink recipe page. (maybe they know my stupid obsession for recipes or they are implying something, I don't know). But they did have a drink on there that sounded like it would be sweet and sophisticated like a Riesling wine is. It is called Twinkling Ginger Champagne!! Sounds absolutely enticing to me!! So, I hope you liked that little thought, Divine Mrs D!?! And thank you so much for the comment!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8838546569768246796-2352449036060609037?l=drinksanddiapers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drinksanddiapers.blogspot.com/feeds/2352449036060609037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838546569768246796&amp;postID=2352449036060609037&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838546569768246796/posts/default/2352449036060609037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838546569768246796/posts/default/2352449036060609037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drinksanddiapers.blogspot.com/2010/01/ask-miss-tarbender.html' title='Ask Miss Tarbender!'/><author><name>Candace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16857283872116646712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P_eMh4giS6Y/TnvidnCzfPI/AAAAAAAAAds/OeMj75-RCxI/s220/shot_1307137890202.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_381uXszf9ZE/S1lMxcBUZcI/AAAAAAAAAX0/Bx_BLVc1UTk/s72-c/ss_R092663.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838546569768246796.post-4544155156944566716</id><published>2010-01-18T21:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T21:43:50.747-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I need your HELP!?!?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_381uXszf9ZE/S1VGezWZInI/AAAAAAAAAXs/SQvTSWrmjXM/s1600-h/begging.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 148px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428322420859150962" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_381uXszf9ZE/S1VGezWZInI/AAAAAAAAAXs/SQvTSWrmjXM/s200/begging.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So, I thought it might be alittle fun to maybe answer some questions!! Kind of like a Dear John Kind of thing. Only it wouldn't be John. There just isn't anything between the legs to be a John. LOL! So I would like to hear from you alittle and give you alittle info at the same time! I was thinking maybe you might want to know some fun drinks or some drinks that go good with a certain meal? Or what kind of drinks to have at a get together or dinner party? Or even just random things that don't even have to deal with drinks? Like how did a blonde figure out how to work a computer enough to get a blog going!? What do you think of this idea? I would LOVE to hear from you!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love, Laugh, and Drink Up!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Candace&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/8838546569768246796-4544155156944566716?l=drinksanddiapers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drinksanddiapers.blogspot.com/feeds/4544155156944566716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838546569768246796&amp;postID=4544155156944566716&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838546569768246796/posts/default/4544155156944566716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838546569768246796/posts/default/4544155156944566716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drinksanddiapers.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-need-your-help.html' title='I need your HELP!?!?'/><author><name>Candace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16857283872116646712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P_eMh4giS6Y/TnvidnCzfPI/AAAAAAAAAds/OeMj75-RCxI/s220/shot_1307137890202.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_381uXszf9ZE/S1VGezWZInI/AAAAAAAAAXs/SQvTSWrmjXM/s72-c/begging.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838546569768246796.post-3637508769511565199</id><published>2010-01-17T21:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T21:51:14.796-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Part 2: Candy, Chocolate Syrup, and Locks!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_381uXszf9ZE/S1P2d9rkYdI/AAAAAAAAAXU/XYCnBuPPifM/s1600-h/single-mom-i-dont-need-a-man.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 135px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427952970545521106" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_381uXszf9ZE/S1P2d9rkYdI/AAAAAAAAAXU/XYCnBuPPifM/s320/single-mom-i-dont-need-a-man.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So, the other day I decided I wanted to buy a lock for Gunnars room. In my last post I gave you some ideas in why I wanted one!!LOL So, I buy it and decide right before bedtime I would stick up there with out any problem. Real quick like! So I get the drill out and my drill bit to put in it and I drill some holes where they need to be and then I put the screw in the screws securing the lock in place. And then I go to lock it and find out that I put it in upside down. So, I unscrew the screws and put it on right. And then my Mom calls and is talking to me and I decide to try it out and Gunnar is right there with this look on his face like I got something new!!(Little did he know he was going to hate it) So I put the chain in the slot and open the door to see how far the door would actually open up. Gunnar could walk through it without even batting an eye. So, I take the one part off and set it down on the table and mark my holes again and drill. And I am still on the phone with my mom and then finally get off, so I go to grab the lock and it is GONE!!! So, I had to search the entire house at least two times before I found it in his bedroom! It would be in the most logical place, because he didn't leave my sight!LOL So, I finally got it all hooked up and it is now ready to be used!! Yay!! What I thought would be a 5 minute job only took an hour and a half! I would love to hear your stories or ideas on children sneaking out of bed to do naughty things!?!? Hope to hear from you!&lt;br /&gt;Love, Laugh, and Drink Up!! &lt;div&gt;Candace&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8838546569768246796-3637508769511565199?l=drinksanddiapers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drinksanddiapers.blogspot.com/feeds/3637508769511565199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838546569768246796&amp;postID=3637508769511565199&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838546569768246796/posts/default/3637508769511565199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838546569768246796/posts/default/3637508769511565199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drinksanddiapers.blogspot.com/2010/01/part-2-candy-chocolate-syrup-and-locks.html' title='Part 2: Candy, Chocolate Syrup, and Locks!'/><author><name>Candace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16857283872116646712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P_eMh4giS6Y/TnvidnCzfPI/AAAAAAAAAds/OeMj75-RCxI/s220/shot_1307137890202.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_381uXszf9ZE/S1P2d9rkYdI/AAAAAAAAAXU/XYCnBuPPifM/s72-c/single-mom-i-dont-need-a-man.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838546569768246796.post-2598070326999421860</id><published>2010-01-16T00:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T00:43:39.754-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Candy, Chocolate Syrup, and Locks!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_381uXszf9ZE/S1F8JRHBCFI/AAAAAAAAAXM/goEclG1cB_w/s1600-h/SleepDeprived.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 230px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427255524611655762" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_381uXszf9ZE/S1F8JRHBCFI/AAAAAAAAAXM/goEclG1cB_w/s320/SleepDeprived.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ok so I have had a hard time teaching my son to stay in bed now that he has a big boys bed!!! A very, very, very hard time! So, I usually wake up to him coming in and hoping in to bed with me and then I turn on the T.V. in my room and he lets me begin to wake up, but lately it has been a "Oh Shit!" kind of waking up. I know, pouty mouth, but I don't know how to portray the emotion just right without it! It started with waking up to him finding candy on the table in the kitchen all night long!! And of course he took a nice long nap while mommy had to work the next day too! Then I started to think hard about that and put a child gate on his door. Well, my little monkey is uncontainable!!LOL So, again I start waking up every morning to him in the sink playing with the hose and faucets!! Fun!!! And the other morning I wake up to him opening and shutting the fridge door. So I go running out to the kitchen to see him sitting right by the fridge, sucking on the no mess top to a chocolate syrup bottle!! Picture this, he always waits for mommy to at least wake up and have her first cup of coffee. Not that morning!! The next morning I hear and beeping noise and crashing noises. He is on a chair playing with the buttons on the clock on the stove. What I didn't realize was that he managed to change the time on the clock and I was late to work that day! I have tried almost anything and everything at this point. I just couldn't get him to stay in bed. At least everything is pretty much out of reach that could hurt him so I thought. So, I thought what can I do! I guess I could get a long rope and tie him to the bed? So, someone told me to put a lock on the door, well I don't like the thought of the door being closed so I came up with a chain lock for the door!! Yay!! He has to stay in his room until I get him now!! Just like the crib until he learned to crawl out of it!! Now the story on getting the stupid lock on the door is quite funny, but I will have to tell you that in my next entry, because it is 1:30am and Gunnar gets up at 6am. So I will talk to you later!!&lt;br /&gt;Love, Laugh, and Drink Up!&lt;br /&gt;Candace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8838546569768246796-2598070326999421860?l=drinksanddiapers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drinksanddiapers.blogspot.com/feeds/2598070326999421860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838546569768246796&amp;postID=2598070326999421860&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838546569768246796/posts/default/2598070326999421860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838546569768246796/posts/default/2598070326999421860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drinksanddiapers.blogspot.com/2010/01/candy-chocolate-syrup-and-locks.html' title='Candy, Chocolate Syrup, and Locks!'/><author><name>Candace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16857283872116646712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P_eMh4giS6Y/TnvidnCzfPI/AAAAAAAAAds/OeMj75-RCxI/s220/shot_1307137890202.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_381uXszf9ZE/S1F8JRHBCFI/AAAAAAAAAXM/goEclG1cB_w/s72-c/SleepDeprived.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838546569768246796.post-768752509841399966</id><published>2010-01-12T22:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T23:07:58.794-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_381uXszf9ZE/S01xDaT4W2I/AAAAAAAAAWY/cRPtuN3owxM/s1600-h/daisy2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 187px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426117429467568994" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_381uXszf9ZE/S01xDaT4W2I/AAAAAAAAAWY/cRPtuN3owxM/s200/daisy2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well, I have been really busy lately!! I met a wonderful guy, and he took me skiing for the first time! I loved it, even though I spent most of the time on my butt! I plan on going bird hunting with him pretty soon!! And Gunnar and him get along!! My spoiled little monster has not been sleeping very well due to more teeth!! I think I am done with the whole teeth thing!!LOL And I am still trying to potty train(pathetic I know). But one fun thing I did for New Years was I got to pick a theme and then had the toasting cocktail for midnight!!! So with that being such a success I decided that I would create and kind of host the festivities for Valentines!! But I thought maybe I would get some of my fellow bloggers ideas for the drink of the night!! My theme is a quote I found online. "Love is the irresistible desire to be irresistibly desired" by Louis Ginsberg. So, my ideas for you to choose from are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Serendipity&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Cassinova&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Cosmo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Cupids Arrow #2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Sex on the bar (thought I would throw one in to make you laugh!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And feel free to come up with your own, but these are actual drink names and if you come up with your own have some fun to create your own recipe with the name!!&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/8838546569768246796-768752509841399966?l=drinksanddiapers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drinksanddiapers.blogspot.com/feeds/768752509841399966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838546569768246796&amp;postID=768752509841399966&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838546569768246796/posts/default/768752509841399966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838546569768246796/posts/default/768752509841399966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drinksanddiapers.blogspot.com/2010/01/updates.html' title='Updates!'/><author><name>Candace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16857283872116646712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P_eMh4giS6Y/TnvidnCzfPI/AAAAAAAAAds/OeMj75-RCxI/s220/shot_1307137890202.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_381uXszf9ZE/S01xDaT4W2I/AAAAAAAAAWY/cRPtuN3owxM/s72-c/daisy2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838546569768246796.post-8145618928277149067</id><published>2010-01-11T23:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T23:42:51.025-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nicknames</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_381uXszf9ZE/S0wn44j7CAI/AAAAAAAAAVg/P01g71nhLU4/s1600-h/yogi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 153px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425755509283817474" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_381uXszf9ZE/S0wn44j7CAI/AAAAAAAAAVg/P01g71nhLU4/s200/yogi.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This may come as a surprise but in high school I dated a really tall guy (6'5", 300lbs to be precise). Everyone thought it was really funny considering my size. I was only 5'1"(and I don't forget that one inch!!) and I only weighed 90lbs. I loved my government teacher and we would walk by and say hi every morning. At the time it was his govt teacher. And then the next year I had him. One morning the teacher asked me if we were still dating since he had graduated and kind of questioned why I would want to date such a big guy. And at the end of the conversation he said that we looked like Yogi and Booboo. And that is how I got the nickname Booboo.&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/8838546569768246796-8145618928277149067?l=drinksanddiapers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drinksanddiapers.blogspot.com/feeds/8145618928277149067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838546569768246796&amp;postID=8145618928277149067&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838546569768246796/posts/default/8145618928277149067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838546569768246796/posts/default/8145618928277149067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drinksanddiapers.blogspot.com/2010/01/nicknames.html' title='Nicknames'/><author><name>Candace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16857283872116646712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P_eMh4giS6Y/TnvidnCzfPI/AAAAAAAAAds/OeMj75-RCxI/s220/shot_1307137890202.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_381uXszf9ZE/S0wn44j7CAI/AAAAAAAAAVg/P01g71nhLU4/s72-c/yogi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838546569768246796.post-1402128914641211750</id><published>2009-12-23T22:51:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T22:51:33.518-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A good cook is not necessarily a good woman with an even temper. some allowance should be made for artistic temperament.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8838546569768246796-1402128914641211750?l=drinksanddiapers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drinksanddiapers.blogspot.com/feeds/1402128914641211750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838546569768246796&amp;postID=1402128914641211750&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838546569768246796/posts/default/1402128914641211750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838546569768246796/posts/default/1402128914641211750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drinksanddiapers.blogspot.com/2009/12/good-cook-is-not-necessarily-good-woman.html' title=''/><author><name>Candace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16857283872116646712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P_eMh4giS6Y/TnvidnCzfPI/AAAAAAAAAds/OeMj75-RCxI/s220/shot_1307137890202.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838546569768246796.post-2467911899531260475</id><published>2009-12-19T12:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T12:23:17.434-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Insecurities!</title><content type='html'>I know I have taken way to much time to write a new blog! I have missed it alot!! I have been really busy with work and just haven't found the time to sit here and write on my site! But I have met someone! He seems absolutely perfect! He is constantly doing something, busy busy busy. I like that! With Gunnar I had to change my ways and make routines and Kelly seems to have that and still keep busy! I like our friendship alot and maybe someday it could go further. But my insecurities are probably sticking out like a sore thumb! Men have not been the nicest people to me up here and it makes me want to hold everyone at arms length. But there is something kind about Kelly's eyes that makes me want to think we could have a really good friendship!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8838546569768246796-2467911899531260475?l=drinksanddiapers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drinksanddiapers.blogspot.com/feeds/2467911899531260475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838546569768246796&amp;postID=2467911899531260475&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838546569768246796/posts/default/2467911899531260475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838546569768246796/posts/default/2467911899531260475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drinksanddiapers.blogspot.com/2009/12/insecurities.html' title='Insecurities!'/><author><name>Candace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16857283872116646712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P_eMh4giS6Y/TnvidnCzfPI/AAAAAAAAAds/OeMj75-RCxI/s220/shot_1307137890202.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838546569768246796.post-3596552865355877357</id><published>2009-12-08T23:49:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T23:49:27.478-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am so tired, but i cant sleep!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8838546569768246796-3596552865355877357?l=drinksanddiapers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drinksanddiapers.blogspot.com/feeds/3596552865355877357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838546569768246796&amp;postID=3596552865355877357&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838546569768246796/posts/default/3596552865355877357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838546569768246796/posts/default/3596552865355877357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drinksanddiapers.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-am-so-tired-but-i-cant-sleep.html' title=''/><author><name>Candace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16857283872116646712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P_eMh4giS6Y/TnvidnCzfPI/AAAAAAAAAds/OeMj75-RCxI/s220/shot_1307137890202.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838546569768246796.post-5610064942038110138</id><published>2009-11-28T22:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T22:52:14.750-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate Men!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409414673261982834" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_381uXszf9ZE/SxIZ_CqQ9HI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/5i9_BwBzetg/s400/feminist.jpg" /&gt;I don't understand them!! Maybe my five year absence from the dating scene has something to do with it, but it has changed! But I think the men here in wyoming are alittle off also!! I think they settle and then they like to scew around!! I have known Chris since I moved up here and he SEEMED like a nice guy! We were friends that would talk when I would go to the hardware store(he is a manager there). He always offered to help me out with my son since he had two boys of his own. Well, recently I took him up on that offer while my mom was visiting family. He told me things weren't going so hot with his girlfriend. He left it at that. So we continued to text and talk on the phone. Then he said that he needed to talk to me face to face and I said ok. Alittle confused! I didn't realize I was enjoying having someone to talk to. I find myself settling on less attractive guys, but he had a decent face and he was nice company! Then he tried to get in my pants and I asked him well have you dumped the girlfriend and he said no that he really loved her and he loved me(yeah I know way creepy). Well I got pissed off!! And I refused to talk to him for awhile. And then he said that he was really sorry and still wanted to be friends, so I was like ok. Well...I have been having the hardest time sleeping because a little boy has learned that he can climb out of his crib! I have tried everything except rope to strap him in!! So he has his child development degree so I texted him to ask if there was something I was doing wrong. I wasn't I just have a very stubborn kid!! But we kind of talked all day and then he started to tell me how sexy I was and I asked him if things were going wrong with the g/f? He said no that his sinful nature was getting to him and he couldn't not tell me. And then the bombshell..........He got married to her really quickly!! WTF!!! Why would you marry someone if you act like that?!?!? Not that I would have anything to do with him after the first thing!! I have way to much pride to be pick second!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8838546569768246796-5610064942038110138?l=drinksanddiapers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drinksanddiapers.blogspot.com/feeds/5610064942038110138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838546569768246796&amp;postID=5610064942038110138&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838546569768246796/posts/default/5610064942038110138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838546569768246796/posts/default/5610064942038110138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drinksanddiapers.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-hate-men.html' title='I hate Men!!'/><author><name>Candace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16857283872116646712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P_eMh4giS6Y/TnvidnCzfPI/AAAAAAAAAds/OeMj75-RCxI/s220/shot_1307137890202.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_381uXszf9ZE/SxIZ_CqQ9HI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/5i9_BwBzetg/s72-c/feminist.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838546569768246796.post-157459763411293347</id><published>2009-11-15T20:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T13:16:51.873-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_381uXszf9ZE/SwDbOb-ggcI/AAAAAAAAAUw/1tkob7xfcRs/s1600/Friends.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 160px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 160px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404560593919181250" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_381uXszf9ZE/SwDbOb-ggcI/AAAAAAAAAUw/1tkob7xfcRs/s320/Friends.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This award was given to me by a wonderful writer and bloggy friend(and she is my mom) at &lt;a href="http://gammasharon.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://gammasharon.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She is wonderful and she loves to leave comments!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"This award is bestowed on to blogs that are exceedingly charming. These kind bloggers aim to find and be friends. They are not interested in self-aggrandizement. Our hope is that when the ribbons of these prizes are cut, even more friendships are propagated. Please give more attention to these writers. Deliver this award to six more and include this cleverly-written text into the body of their award." I'm going to give this award to:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Allyson @ &lt;a href="http://mommyofmarshall.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://mommyofmarshall.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Mama Kat @ &lt;a href="http://www.mamakatslosinit.com/"&gt;http://www.mamakatslosinit.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Miss Candy @ http://candymgraham.blogspot.com/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4.Mimi @ &lt;a href="http://screamingmimitoo.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://screamingmimitoo.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Suki @ &lt;a href="http://sunnyme.wordpress.com/"&gt;http://sunnyme.wordpress.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. Clare @ &lt;a href="http://thelilacgrove.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://thelilacgrove.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&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/8838546569768246796-157459763411293347?l=drinksanddiapers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drinksanddiapers.blogspot.com/feeds/157459763411293347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838546569768246796&amp;postID=157459763411293347&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838546569768246796/posts/default/157459763411293347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838546569768246796/posts/default/157459763411293347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drinksanddiapers.blogspot.com/2009/11/this-award-was-given-to-me-by-wonderful.html' title=''/><author><name>Candace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16857283872116646712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P_eMh4giS6Y/TnvidnCzfPI/AAAAAAAAAds/OeMj75-RCxI/s220/shot_1307137890202.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_381uXszf9ZE/SwDbOb-ggcI/AAAAAAAAAUw/1tkob7xfcRs/s72-c/Friends.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838546569768246796.post-8278685993170741772</id><published>2009-11-12T20:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T20:55:19.097-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Punisher!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_381uXszf9ZE/Svzmkay2zoI/AAAAAAAAAUg/-_ANETi4NM4/s1600-h/corporal-punishment.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 180px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 174px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403447166280060546" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_381uXszf9ZE/Svzmkay2zoI/AAAAAAAAAUg/-_ANETi4NM4/s320/corporal-punishment.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So here I am writing from a prompt from Mama Kats' blog!! She asks what is the most creative punishment you have ever envorced! Ha! I got one!! I had to be very creative in the ways I punished my step daughter, because my ex husband thought I was to hard on her and this one time he got really upset but he liked the result!! &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When we got married Maddie's grandparents said that David could get her on the weekends. I thought awesome! Well...about a few months later I found myself pregnant and every weekend ended up either on the floor or on the couch because Maddie didn't want to sleep in her own bed. So I tried to get her to at least sleep on the floor with an air mattress and still no success. So, I always listened to talk radio on my way to and from work (old car and that was the only station that came in) and I got an idea. So, that weekend we got Maddie and David decided that they needed to go swimming so I said fine with an evil little grin on my face!! They left...I took all of her stuff out of her room and put it in boxes!! When they got back they both asked why all of her stuff was out of her room and I replied, "That is now my room! If you want to sleep in our bed I am going to have to have your room. You are not allowed in my room and you and Daddy will sleep in your guys room tonight!" I was as nice as possible!! But I was pregnant and she kicked very badly!!! Well, she said fine and then started to play. I started to make dinner later that day when I was interrupted by a crying little girl who said that she would never ever sleep in our bed again!! And she never did! I was suprised that it had worked out so well!!!&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 313px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403446642618069362" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_381uXszf9ZE/SvzmF8AG8XI/AAAAAAAAAUY/Uyo0d0PFvX0/s320/signature.jpg" /&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/8838546569768246796-8278685993170741772?l=drinksanddiapers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drinksanddiapers.blogspot.com/feeds/8278685993170741772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838546569768246796&amp;postID=8278685993170741772&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838546569768246796/posts/default/8278685993170741772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838546569768246796/posts/default/8278685993170741772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drinksanddiapers.blogspot.com/2009/11/punisher.html' title='The Punisher!!'/><author><name>Candace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16857283872116646712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P_eMh4giS6Y/TnvidnCzfPI/AAAAAAAAAds/OeMj75-RCxI/s220/shot_1307137890202.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_381uXszf9ZE/Svzmkay2zoI/AAAAAAAAAUg/-_ANETi4NM4/s72-c/corporal-punishment.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838546569768246796.post-2505031284896833788</id><published>2009-11-07T22:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T22:59:07.073-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My New Flip!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-5c6993af1b1702a6" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" 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href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838546569768246796&amp;postID=2505031284896833788&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838546569768246796/posts/default/2505031284896833788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838546569768246796/posts/default/2505031284896833788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drinksanddiapers.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-new-flip.html' title='My New Flip!!'/><author><name>Candace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16857283872116646712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P_eMh4giS6Y/TnvidnCzfPI/AAAAAAAAAds/OeMj75-RCxI/s220/shot_1307137890202.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838546569768246796.post-4949767379789624355</id><published>2009-10-27T12:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T12:51:12.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Ear aches and cameras!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_381uXszf9ZE/SudOrrqDMoI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/WV_Bv_KTP6U/s1600-h/hunting+camp!+055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397369190787265154" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_381uXszf9ZE/SudOrrqDMoI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/WV_Bv_KTP6U/s320/hunting+camp!+055.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So, I haven't slept in three days. Usually I am just an insomniac, but lately I have felt like I could sleep except my little man has been so fussy, sick and doesn't want to sleep a wink. So, I have been letting him sleep with me. Thinking maybe it would comfort him enough for the both of us to get some sleep. He sleeps just fine in my bed, but I don't!! I start to doze off and then there is a fist in my eye or a foot in my rib! So, after all of this I took him to the doctors and she tells us that he has an ear infection. My poor little man!! But one thing I splurged on this week is a new video camera! Maybe its just the sleep deporvation, but I had to have it so I splurged!! I saw that Mama Kat is having a give away and it is the new flip camera! Well, I never win anything so I thought I had to have one!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 313px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397369185484479090" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_381uXszf9ZE/SudOrX5xGnI/AAAAAAAAAUI/Aa795PZNL14/s320/signature.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8838546569768246796-4949767379789624355?l=drinksanddiapers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drinksanddiapers.blogspot.com/feeds/4949767379789624355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838546569768246796&amp;postID=4949767379789624355&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838546569768246796/posts/default/4949767379789624355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838546569768246796/posts/default/4949767379789624355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drinksanddiapers.blogspot.com/2009/10/little-ear-aches-and-cameras.html' title='Little Ear aches and cameras!'/><author><name>Candace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16857283872116646712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P_eMh4giS6Y/TnvidnCzfPI/AAAAAAAAAds/OeMj75-RCxI/s220/shot_1307137890202.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_381uXszf9ZE/SudOrrqDMoI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/WV_Bv_KTP6U/s72-c/hunting+camp!+055.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838546569768246796.post-747775068434171103</id><published>2009-10-22T07:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T15:12:26.192-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy, busy, busy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have had a very busy two weeks!! I took a week off of work so I could go up hunting with my Dad! And for those of you that are offended I like my time with my dad and since I am a single mom it helps with food costs for me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It looks like he is trying to help me out but he has this fascination with buckles!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395439494853537906" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_381uXszf9ZE/SuBzomHbsHI/AAAAAAAAATY/c6mZ--YCKsM/s320/hunting+camp!+102.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Got up to camp and all the guys were arguing about how to set everything up so I thought I would get a pic of that gorgeous land and me(with out make up that is very rare!).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395439504268052562" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_381uXszf9ZE/SuBzpJMByFI/AAAAAAAAATg/Vq57bn3jQts/s320/hunting+camp!+117.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Perfect location for the tent!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395439485410223602" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_381uXszf9ZE/SuBzoC7-JfI/AAAAAAAAATQ/R4H8lCI2mIQ/s320/hunting+camp!+113.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I got my deer and it had the bigest body out of the bunch! More meat in my freezer!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 290px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395439507677229778" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_381uXszf9ZE/SuBzpV41stI/AAAAAAAAATo/1oH0pTv35CQ/s320/hunting+camp!+142.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then my mom's family all came out and they thought I needed a day off so I had a friend watch &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gunnar and they made me a bottom of the barrel bar maid!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_381uXszf9ZE/SuBzpsMjXTI/AAAAAAAAATw/OoYVqLCoVH4/s1600-h/9432_1186823964329_1640196160_457874_8347836_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395439513665494322" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_381uXszf9ZE/SuBzpsMjXTI/AAAAAAAAATw/OoYVqLCoVH4/s320/9432_1186823964329_1640196160_457874_8347836_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&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/8838546569768246796-747775068434171103?l=drinksanddiapers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drinksanddiapers.blogspot.com/feeds/747775068434171103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838546569768246796&amp;postID=747775068434171103&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838546569768246796/posts/default/747775068434171103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838546569768246796/posts/default/747775068434171103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drinksanddiapers.blogspot.com/2009/10/busy-busy-busy.html' title='Busy, busy, busy!'/><author><name>Candace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16857283872116646712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P_eMh4giS6Y/TnvidnCzfPI/AAAAAAAAAds/OeMj75-RCxI/s220/shot_1307137890202.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_381uXszf9ZE/SuBzomHbsHI/AAAAAAAAATY/c6mZ--YCKsM/s72-c/hunting+camp!+102.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838546569768246796.post-5171566675053681198</id><published>2009-10-09T13:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T13:30:59.542-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gunnar and Betty!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_381uXszf9ZE/Ss-dcYZ3COI/AAAAAAAAATI/qjLxGJBfIMs/s1600-h/gunnar+030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390700389898586338" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_381uXszf9ZE/Ss-dcYZ3COI/AAAAAAAAATI/qjLxGJBfIMs/s400/gunnar+030.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Creepy!&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/8838546569768246796-5171566675053681198?l=drinksanddiapers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drinksanddiapers.blogspot.com/feeds/5171566675053681198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838546569768246796&amp;postID=5171566675053681198&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838546569768246796/posts/default/5171566675053681198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838546569768246796/posts/default/5171566675053681198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drinksanddiapers.blogspot.com/2009/10/gunnar-and-betty.html' title='Gunnar and Betty!'/><author><name>Candace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16857283872116646712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P_eMh4giS6Y/TnvidnCzfPI/AAAAAAAAAds/OeMj75-RCxI/s220/shot_1307137890202.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_381uXszf9ZE/Ss-dcYZ3COI/AAAAAAAAATI/qjLxGJBfIMs/s72-c/gunnar+030.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838546569768246796.post-612107257883200794</id><published>2009-10-09T00:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T00:16:57.757-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow and Shingles!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_381uXszf9ZE/Ss7jS4bWpRI/AAAAAAAAATA/d1Qn48GjKg8/s1600-h/gunnar+034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390495717533328658" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_381uXszf9ZE/Ss7jS4bWpRI/AAAAAAAAATA/d1Qn48GjKg8/s400/gunnar+034.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_381uXszf9ZE/Ss7jBsxwUqI/AAAAAAAAAS4/NQ031BLfkrY/s1600-h/gunnar+036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390495422348284578" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_381uXszf9ZE/Ss7jBsxwUqI/AAAAAAAAAS4/NQ031BLfkrY/s400/gunnar+036.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8838546569768246796-612107257883200794?l=drinksanddiapers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drinksanddiapers.blogspot.com/feeds/612107257883200794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838546569768246796&amp;postID=612107257883200794&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838546569768246796/posts/default/612107257883200794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838546569768246796/posts/default/612107257883200794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drinksanddiapers.blogspot.com/2009/10/snow-and-shingles.html' title='Snow and Shingles!'/><author><name>Candace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16857283872116646712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P_eMh4giS6Y/TnvidnCzfPI/AAAAAAAAAds/OeMj75-RCxI/s220/shot_1307137890202.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_381uXszf9ZE/Ss7jS4bWpRI/AAAAAAAAATA/d1Qn48GjKg8/s72-c/gunnar+034.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838546569768246796.post-4319582492484642941</id><published>2009-10-07T21:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T21:18:13.838-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When I look in the mirror...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_381uXszf9ZE/Ss1nGkzBLAI/AAAAAAAAASQ/y4n7joO9wj0/s1600-h/0921091242.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390077691686890498" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_381uXszf9ZE/Ss1nGkzBLAI/AAAAAAAAASQ/y4n7joO9wj0/s320/0921091242.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's funny, I have been beaten down by life for the bast four years. And I was thinking tonight. I am feeling good about my situation! I have my son, who loves me even when sometimes I don't feel like he does. I get my time with him. And I am in okay shape, to most people I am skinny and have the perfect body, but that isn't what I mean. I work out when I can to make myself feel better. I am single, but I do have men who like me. I have a house of my very own and I can pay all of my bills without flinching like when I was married. I am, I think, my prettiest. I just got my moles on my face removed. Not my Marilyn, but the two honkers that most kids like to point out are now gone! I look in the mirror and feel good. I am doing my best and God has made it work!! And I am so thankful for everything! Thank you Mama Kat for giving me the prompt!!!&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 195px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390077920845761362" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_381uXszf9ZE/Ss1nT6ewC1I/AAAAAAAAASY/zzNub2dRhgA/s200/signature.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8838546569768246796-4319582492484642941?l=drinksanddiapers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drinksanddiapers.blogspot.com/feeds/4319582492484642941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838546569768246796&amp;postID=4319582492484642941&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838546569768246796/posts/default/4319582492484642941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838546569768246796/posts/default/4319582492484642941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drinksanddiapers.blogspot.com/2009/10/when-i-look-in-mirror.html' title='When I look in the mirror...'/><author><name>Candace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16857283872116646712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P_eMh4giS6Y/TnvidnCzfPI/AAAAAAAAAds/OeMj75-RCxI/s220/shot_1307137890202.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_381uXszf9ZE/Ss1nGkzBLAI/AAAAAAAAASQ/y4n7joO9wj0/s72-c/0921091242.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838546569768246796.post-94642979651067425</id><published>2009-09-30T20:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T21:30:09.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What are you feeling guilty about?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_381uXszf9ZE/SsQwL-nLUDI/AAAAAAAAASI/9BBgzu4KjPo/s1600-h/brokenheart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 306px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387484036585967666" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_381uXszf9ZE/SsQwL-nLUDI/AAAAAAAAASI/9BBgzu4KjPo/s320/brokenheart.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am guilty because I asked a friend(really a guy that has liked me since I had moved here), to babysit my son and he agreed and then confronted me about liking me. I asked him why he had never called. That I really had liked him and was alittle bummed when he hadn't called. And we started to talk for a few days and made it seem like the relationship he was in wasn't going anywhere. So I got my hopes up thinking if he was going to dump her then maybe he would want me. Yeah that didn't happen. He came over(as a friend thing, I am not some kind of hussy!) And he tried to get in my pants(he didn't!). And I asked him what he was doing and if he really wanted me. And he said that he loved her and that his boys love her and that he had invested way to much time in her. I feel guilty because I did it to my heart again. Men out here like to try to &lt;a href="mailto:f@ck"&gt;f@ck&lt;/a&gt; and chuck me and I don't get it!!!! I hate men!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8838546569768246796-94642979651067425?l=drinksanddiapers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drinksanddiapers.blogspot.com/feeds/94642979651067425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838546569768246796&amp;postID=94642979651067425&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838546569768246796/posts/default/94642979651067425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838546569768246796/posts/default/94642979651067425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drinksanddiapers.blogspot.com/2009/09/what-are-you-feeling-guilty-about.html' title='What are you feeling guilty about?'/><author><name>Candace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16857283872116646712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P_eMh4giS6Y/TnvidnCzfPI/AAAAAAAAAds/OeMj75-RCxI/s220/shot_1307137890202.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_381uXszf9ZE/SsQwL-nLUDI/AAAAAAAAASI/9BBgzu4KjPo/s72-c/brokenheart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838546569768246796.post-1081320384821807660</id><published>2009-09-05T20:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T20:31:09.344-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Imagination is a Great thing!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_381uXszf9ZE/SqMsxE9M6jI/AAAAAAAAARw/1R-fc-2-tvA/s1600-h/perfect_man-5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378191601666157106" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_381uXszf9ZE/SqMsxE9M6jI/AAAAAAAAARw/1R-fc-2-tvA/s200/perfect_man-5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So, I am sitting here eating a fresh tomato with salt and wanting to be whiny!! (pouty face!) So, I thought I would give my imagination some exercise!!HEHE The perfect man, what is that? I had to think about it so I came up with some things that he should be and act like!! &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. He will adore me, as I him.(not act embarrassed by me, ok so I am alittle dorky)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. He will want to be around me.(From my last blog I am an attention craving poodle!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. He will act like a grown up(partying in fun but not every night, mama needs her beauty sleep)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Likes to go out and do things, but is just as comfortable sitting at home watching a movie.(I can't think of a smarta$$ comment for this one!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. He won't ignore me!(attention craving poodle!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. But at the same time he won't smother me!(attention good, obsession bad)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. He has to love kids, even my spoiled little boy!(hehe)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. He has to be responsible (bills paid, priorities, dumb grown up stuff we all have to do).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. He has to love to have fun.(no bumps on a log!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. And last but not least, he must like to be goofy and laugh (remember I'm a dork)!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  Now I really don't think that all this is unreasonable! And I am sure I could come up with at least a hundred more things, but that is off the top of my head! And if you know any one who fits this profile be sure to send him my way!LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 195px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378189309833251698" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_381uXszf9ZE/SqMqrrNqC3I/AAAAAAAAARg/VYXEceKhQro/s200/signature.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8838546569768246796-1081320384821807660?l=drinksanddiapers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drinksanddiapers.blogspot.com/feeds/1081320384821807660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838546569768246796&amp;postID=1081320384821807660&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838546569768246796/posts/default/1081320384821807660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838546569768246796/posts/default/1081320384821807660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drinksanddiapers.blogspot.com/2009/09/imagination-is-great-thing.html' title='Imagination is a Great thing!'/><author><name>Candace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16857283872116646712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P_eMh4giS6Y/TnvidnCzfPI/AAAAAAAAAds/OeMj75-RCxI/s220/shot_1307137890202.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_381uXszf9ZE/SqMsxE9M6jI/AAAAAAAAARw/1R-fc-2-tvA/s72-c/perfect_man-5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838546569768246796.post-7020364525948527292</id><published>2009-09-03T21:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T21:50:12.898-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friendly Advice</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_381uXszf9ZE/SqCcMEwdX_I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/4WcW9kMQiRc/s1600-h/0722090947a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377469686329729010" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_381uXszf9ZE/SqCcMEwdX_I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/4WcW9kMQiRc/s200/0722090947a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So.... Calling a woman you like at least once a day, going and visiting her, are good things!! When you stop that is BAD!! And the men here wonder why women are so unattracted to them. They are sweet as hell, but it is like they have A.D.D. or something. One minute they are like I love you and the next they are paying attention to the new shiny truck that pulled up. So, my advice is to say pay attention. Every woman has alittle poodle that craves attention!(Hi Mama Kat) Try to at least include her even if she can't do it!!&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 195px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377468820124434850" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_381uXszf9ZE/SqCbZp5BgaI/AAAAAAAAAQw/5cacZt3QeWM/s200/signature.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8838546569768246796-7020364525948527292?l=drinksanddiapers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drinksanddiapers.blogspot.com/feeds/7020364525948527292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838546569768246796&amp;postID=7020364525948527292&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838546569768246796/posts/default/7020364525948527292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838546569768246796/posts/default/7020364525948527292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drinksanddiapers.blogspot.com/2009/09/friendly-advice.html' title='Friendly Advice'/><author><name>Candace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16857283872116646712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P_eMh4giS6Y/TnvidnCzfPI/AAAAAAAAAds/OeMj75-RCxI/s220/shot_1307137890202.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_381uXszf9ZE/SqCcMEwdX_I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/4WcW9kMQiRc/s72-c/0722090947a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838546569768246796.post-762247527653068593</id><published>2009-09-02T11:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T12:04:37.469-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hard Worker!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_381uXszf9ZE/Sp7AdqEfaaI/AAAAAAAAAQo/nqDn-K9PTC4/s1600-h/gunnar+015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376946620868815266" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_381uXszf9ZE/Sp7AdqEfaaI/AAAAAAAAAQo/nqDn-K9PTC4/s320/gunnar+015.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So, This is like it is new again!! I have been working so much it is hard to find time for anything. I have remodeled my bedroom and it is gorgeous!! It isn't totally finished but ooh lala!! Work has been a disaster!! My boss is what she likes to call an absentee boss. It is one of the greatest things, but the past three weeks she has been working. And monday was the worst! She decided to get in my face and yell at me. And when I say in my face, I mean her forehead was on mine! I didn't think I deserved this! I wasn't talking back or not listening to her, so I don't know how she thought I needed this. But the next day LeAnn decided that she needed to talk to me (she is a co-manager) and she said that she has a lot on her plate(I gave her a bad hand gesture the resturaunt i&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_381uXszf9ZE/Sp7AcgySJkI/AAAAAAAAAQY/6H692-N7400/s1600-h/gunnar+006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376946601196660290" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_381uXszf9ZE/Sp7AcgySJkI/AAAAAAAAAQY/6H692-N7400/s320/gunnar+006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;s really making me a little vulgar) and that she is just coming off alittle more stern. So I decided to tell her what really happened and she said that she is just harder on the ones that have more potential. In my opinion if you want someone to work harder for you then you don't demean them!! But on a good note, I get to work mornings in the kitchen!! I will get my evening with Gunnar when I don't have to work the bar!! Yay!! Another thing I am doing is new siding on my house!!! My house will no longer be known as the little pink house!!! I hate pink on a house!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It's is hard to emphasis so maybe the exlamation points helped!hehe!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_381uXszf9ZE/Sp7AdDqlJ0I/AAAAAAAAAQg/unsVGjmCQL0/s1600-h/gunnar+010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376946610559592258" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_381uXszf9ZE/Sp7AdDqlJ0I/AAAAAAAAAQg/unsVGjmCQL0/s320/gunnar+010.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8838546569768246796-762247527653068593?l=drinksanddiapers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drinksanddiapers.blogspot.com/feeds/762247527653068593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838546569768246796&amp;postID=762247527653068593&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838546569768246796/posts/default/762247527653068593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838546569768246796/posts/default/762247527653068593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drinksanddiapers.blogspot.com/2009/09/hard-worker.html' title='Hard Worker!'/><author><name>Candace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16857283872116646712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P_eMh4giS6Y/TnvidnCzfPI/AAAAAAAAAds/OeMj75-RCxI/s220/shot_1307137890202.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_381uXszf9ZE/Sp7AdqEfaaI/AAAAAAAAAQo/nqDn-K9PTC4/s72-c/gunnar+015.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838546569768246796.post-4460834727917362455</id><published>2009-08-30T20:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T20:58:00.531-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I didn't disappear!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hi everyone! I didn't just fall off the face of the Earth. I have had a hard time the last few weeks, but hopefully I can get in the swing of things again. I don't know why but I have had a hard time with my daughters fourth birthday. Or I guess I should put it as she would have been four. Last year I didn't have that hard of a time with it. I sent a prayer up and ask if God would give her and kiss and hug for me and that was it. This year the tears have been flowing even when I didn't realize I was thinking of her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But on a happy note, I will get even more time with my little man!! I am starting to work mornings like a normal adult!! I can't wait for nights with my little weezer!!&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 195px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375972004004421826" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_381uXszf9ZE/SptKDfUg4MI/AAAAAAAAAQI/pgboBAfhSL0/s200/signature.jpg" /&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/8838546569768246796-4460834727917362455?l=drinksanddiapers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drinksanddiapers.blogspot.com/feeds/4460834727917362455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838546569768246796&amp;postID=4460834727917362455&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838546569768246796/posts/default/4460834727917362455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838546569768246796/posts/default/4460834727917362455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drinksanddiapers.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-didnt-disappear.html' title='I didn&apos;t disappear!!'/><author><name>Candace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16857283872116646712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P_eMh4giS6Y/TnvidnCzfPI/AAAAAAAAAds/OeMj75-RCxI/s220/shot_1307137890202.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_381uXszf9ZE/SptKDfUg4MI/AAAAAAAAAQI/pgboBAfhSL0/s72-c/signature.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838546569768246796.post-9036931391645993441</id><published>2009-08-09T12:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T12:24:17.607-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Do I make you hot?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_381uXszf9ZE/Sn8hzQU96PI/AAAAAAAAAPw/vs7rHhnT5uY/s1600-h/0605090848.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368046445288876274" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_381uXszf9ZE/Sn8hzQU96PI/AAAAAAAAAPw/vs7rHhnT5uY/s200/0605090848.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's amazing how life changes. How things that rolled off your back, now stick and haunt you. How petty things really are in the big picture. Men come and go, bosses like you one minute and hate you the next, andlittle boys who never fuss now never stop. Makes you think why are we really here? Why do we need these lessons that sometimes break and shatter hearts. And then really finding out that we really do have the strength to keep moving even when we are just on our hands and knees. But I guess if everything was perfect we wouldn't know of hope! &lt;div&gt;On a funny note, I am now considered a tease! Yup! Little ol', zit faced, clutz, ditzy me! How I do not know! And the person who thinks it is my boss! LOL!!! I asked her how I was teasing(because it pisses her off!) one of the cooks so I could prevent it and she stumbled for a minute and then said "You let him call you hun!" that shocked me! So, I responded back to her that everyone calls me hun, even her! Then she said that she does it because I am so "damsal in distress"! And then she had the nerve to say that I needed to stop acting like that and grow up!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok! So, I didn't do this, but I wanted to fall to the ground, but the back of my hand to my forehead and scream "Please someone help! I have fallen and can't get up!" LOL!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 195px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368046546926347938" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_381uXszf9ZE/Sn8h5K9OpqI/AAAAAAAAAP4/mq8RR3PCdD8/s200/signature.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/8838546569768246796-9036931391645993441?l=drinksanddiapers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drinksanddiapers.blogspot.com/feeds/9036931391645993441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838546569768246796&amp;postID=9036931391645993441&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838546569768246796/posts/default/9036931391645993441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838546569768246796/posts/default/9036931391645993441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drinksanddiapers.blogspot.com/2009/08/do-i-make-you-hot.html' title='Do I make you hot?'/><author><name>Candace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16857283872116646712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P_eMh4giS6Y/TnvidnCzfPI/AAAAAAAAAds/OeMj75-RCxI/s220/shot_1307137890202.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_381uXszf9ZE/Sn8hzQU96PI/AAAAAAAAAPw/vs7rHhnT5uY/s72-c/0605090848.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838546569768246796.post-7430987206436782653</id><published>2009-07-25T12:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T12:49:44.555-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yard!</title><content type='html'>Ok, so working nights and waking up early with a little boy is really hard. I haven't really had a chance to get out and work on my yard. But my Mom said that she would help me as part of my birthday gift. Yeah! Since I have to go get ready for work here are some pics for you!&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362485371778185426" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_381uXszf9ZE/SmtgCLIRONI/AAAAAAAAAOg/FWGj40u5gDU/s200/yard+010.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362485377907449010" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_381uXszf9ZE/SmtgCh9mXLI/AAAAAAAAAOo/wpYyv4sbiMk/s200/yard+011.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362486388506604850" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_381uXszf9ZE/Smtg9WvNtTI/AAAAAAAAAPo/O0ipZND9Kak/s200/yard+018.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362486380155480386" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_381uXszf9ZE/Smtg83oJqUI/AAAAAAAAAPg/CTRxvhmp_rM/s200/yard+018.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362486377986057602" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_381uXszf9ZE/Smtg8vi65YI/AAAAAAAAAPY/JzQ27s20TSk/s200/yard+017.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362486366982313250" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_381uXszf9ZE/Smtg8GjbFSI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/HXtKoyAkiJs/s200/yard+016.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362486364623668386" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_381uXszf9ZE/Smtg79xFBKI/AAAAAAAAAPI/Yn3ZL2hxaSc/s200/yard+015.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362485395892913634" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_381uXszf9ZE/SmtgDk9qxeI/AAAAAAAAAPA/60lWB0K4--c/s200/yard+014.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362485393790255890" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_381uXszf9ZE/SmtgDdIWwxI/AAAAAAAAAO4/DWdh-Hqexj4/s200/yard+013.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362485383072994706" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_381uXszf9ZE/SmtgC1NKVZI/AAAAAAAAAOw/r9LcfUUQNTs/s200/yard+012.JPG" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8838546569768246796-7430987206436782653?l=drinksanddiapers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drinksanddiapers.blogspot.com/feeds/7430987206436782653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838546569768246796&amp;postID=7430987206436782653&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838546569768246796/posts/default/7430987206436782653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838546569768246796/posts/default/7430987206436782653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drinksanddiapers.blogspot.com/2009/07/yard.html' title='Yard!'/><author><name>Candace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16857283872116646712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P_eMh4giS6Y/TnvidnCzfPI/AAAAAAAAAds/OeMj75-RCxI/s220/shot_1307137890202.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_381uXszf9ZE/SmtgCLIRONI/AAAAAAAAAOg/FWGj40u5gDU/s72-c/yard+010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838546569768246796.post-5046462148715445131</id><published>2009-07-21T11:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T11:23:04.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Boys!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_381uXszf9ZE/SmYGIp-bkqI/AAAAAAAAAN4/gehLv8R7CSk/s1600-h/mountain+048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360979152207581858" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_381uXszf9ZE/SmYGIp-bkqI/AAAAAAAAAN4/gehLv8R7CSk/s200/mountain+048.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Gunnar tries my patience every chance he gets, but I had thursday, friday, and saturday off. So, thursday I did the grown up stuff like cleaning and laundry (ugh!!). Then Jamey had us come down and go to dinner and then the next day to the crazy days(lots of sales!) and then we went up to see his son and parents up at their cabi&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_381uXszf9ZE/SmYHdCNgsnI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/26E_l25xZJU/s1600-h/mountain+052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360980601822294642" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_381uXszf9ZE/SmYHdCNgsnI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/26E_l25xZJU/s200/mountain+052.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;n. I thought cabin, Gun&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_381uXszf9ZE/SmYGX5kPJqI/AAAAAAAAAOA/sKc0kFRbv1c/s1600-h/mountain+045.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;nar will love it! But the kids were much older and they like to play on the quads and he loves them but is just to young to just play on them. He kept trying to follow them around and they wanted nothing to do with him(my poor baby) and Jameys son Kaden is alittle jealous of us when it comes to his Daddy! So, there was a fight with the quads, then he wouldn't leave the doors alone, then the kids, and then....(dun dun dun) the fire pit! Scary!!! I had to keep an eagle eye on him at all times because he wouldn't leave it alone! And then he is getting teeth, so everything Mommy says means do the exact opposite! By the end of the trip I was surprised to have hair! I need to get him out to do things like that more often, but I blame the horrible little attitude on the teeth! So, hopefully next time he will be much better!!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_381uXszf9ZE/SmYDnnUfwqI/AAAAAAAAANw/EuZg4Rx7xvM/s1600-h/signature.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 195px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360976385535885986" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_381uXszf9ZE/SmYDnnUfwqI/AAAAAAAAANw/EuZg4Rx7xvM/s200/signature.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_381uXszf9ZE/SmYDiJy9TSI/AAAAAAAAANo/e5iRBrBY3nk/s1600-h/signature.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/8838546569768246796-5046462148715445131?l=drinksanddiapers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drinksanddiapers.blogspot.com/feeds/5046462148715445131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838546569768246796&amp;postID=5046462148715445131&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838546569768246796/posts/default/5046462148715445131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838546569768246796/posts/default/5046462148715445131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drinksanddiapers.blogspot.com/2009/07/little-boys.html' title='Little Boys!'/><author><name>Candace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16857283872116646712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P_eMh4giS6Y/TnvidnCzfPI/AAAAAAAAAds/OeMj75-RCxI/s220/shot_1307137890202.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_381uXszf9ZE/SmYGIp-bkqI/AAAAAAAAAN4/gehLv8R7CSk/s72-c/mountain+048.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838546569768246796.post-4911197855168817240</id><published>2009-07-14T11:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T11:55:04.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthdays!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_381uXszf9ZE/SlzTM0dBI9I/AAAAAAAAANI/CxNOL8hSb_E/s1600-h/0708091356.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 160px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 120px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358389873856291794" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_381uXszf9ZE/SlzTM0dBI9I/AAAAAAAAANI/CxNOL8hSb_E/s400/0708091356.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The 12th of this month was my birthday. And I was really having a hard time with it. I was supose to have it all figured out and be an adult by then. And when I say adult that sounds stupid coming from a 25 year old, but I mean a grown up job(not as a bartender) and a husband and maybe one on the way. The partying stopped a few years ago, but there is a part of me that still wants to alittle, the day after is what I hate! But everyone knew how I was having a hard time with it so they all tried to do something special for it. Jamey came over with his son and we had an early dinner with my parents(yummy ribs!!!). And then I had to go to work and they found out about it and suprised me with an indian fried bread with whipped cream and candles and sang me happy birthday. Also, I was head cook. It was my kitchen for the very first time! The other cook is still learning the head cook position and he has been doing it for a year, doing it every night. I have been learning once a week for a month. I had it down!! I know I'm awesome! LOL J/K. Then the guys in the kitchen let me go early and they closed my end down. Then Jamey suprised me and came back and bought me way to much to drink. The best present I got was Jamey and I walked to my house and he told me he loved me! He makes me melt everytime I'm around him!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8838546569768246796-4911197855168817240?l=drinksanddiapers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drinksanddiapers.blogspot.com/feeds/4911197855168817240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838546569768246796&amp;postID=4911197855168817240&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838546569768246796/posts/default/4911197855168817240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838546569768246796/posts/default/4911197855168817240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drinksanddiapers.blogspot.com/2009/07/birthdays.html' title='Birthdays!'/><author><name>Candace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16857283872116646712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P_eMh4giS6Y/TnvidnCzfPI/AAAAAAAAAds/OeMj75-RCxI/s220/shot_1307137890202.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_381uXszf9ZE/SlzTM0dBI9I/AAAAAAAAANI/CxNOL8hSb_E/s72-c/0708091356.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838546569768246796.post-2233485958749267018</id><published>2009-07-05T13:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T13:48:41.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Late 4th of July!</title><content type='html'>Oh I just love the 4th of July!! It is one of my favorite holidays! Warm weather, family, good food, and most of all fireworks! I decided to have my favorite holiday for myself and Gunnar spent it with my parents. I wanted to cry the whole time because I had left him instead of taking him and teaching him some history about our country! But I survived, and I did have a blast with my new honey, Jamey! I got off work on friday and drove down to his house and tried to surprise him on getting there alittle early. He caught me in my little plan, but he was suprised! So, we stayed up until 4am and then got up around 6am. We first headed up to the parade he was in. He carried a gun for the american legion(he is a veteran). And then after the parade we went to his friends wedding. Then drove back and went to the reception. Then we went to a fireworks show. The guy does it from his home and has it sponsored and he started it mainly for the Veterans. Had a big show and dedicated things to the men and women in military. I was so proud to be there with Jamey. He is a hero, not just to me but should be to everyone in America! And I feel every soldier should be considered that!!! For someone doing it out of their backyard it was an awesome show.&lt;br /&gt;Thank You to everyone in the Military!!&lt;br /&gt;Love, Laugh, and Drink Up!&lt;br /&gt;Candace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8838546569768246796-2233485958749267018?l=drinksanddiapers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drinksanddiapers.blogspot.com/feeds/2233485958749267018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838546569768246796&amp;postID=2233485958749267018&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838546569768246796/posts/default/2233485958749267018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838546569768246796/posts/default/2233485958749267018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drinksanddiapers.blogspot.com/2009/07/happy-late-4th-of-july.html' title='Happy Late 4th of July!'/><author><name>Candace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16857283872116646712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P_eMh4giS6Y/TnvidnCzfPI/AAAAAAAAAds/OeMj75-RCxI/s220/shot_1307137890202.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838546569768246796.post-3973424354814230283</id><published>2009-07-01T05:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T05:40:51.092-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wasting Time Wednesday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353470710957524626" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 229px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_381uXszf9ZE/SktZP2oUxpI/AAAAAAAAAMg/XRaGzWJIxhg/s320/dre0938l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;So, I woke up on Friday and had a sore throat and runny nose but I just put it off on allergies. I woke up on Saturday(first day back from a four day mini vacation, that I just spent at home) and I was sicker than a dog!! I think I running fevers and I had the aches and it took all I had not to just puke all day long! But I suck it up thinking I would be able to kick it really quick like I usually do. The next day, I go into work at 9am and I just feel the same and the boss says I can be on call. So, I go up to my parents house and take a nap thinking once I got up I would feel much better, and I was wrong! I only felt worse, so I had to tend bar again and my mom said that she would take care of Gunnar and I could just go home and get some rest since I had to be at work at nine again. I woke up on monday morning with out a voice and I am sitting here thinking I am trying to do everything right by my health and I just keep getting worse! But by the end of the day I could at least be some what audible. My mom again said that she would take care of Gunnar and I was so thankful. by that time the if I didn't have the advil and alcaseltzer in me I thought I was just going to die from the pain of the aches and then it felt like my head was going to explode from all the pressure of the fevers. And then yesturday morning I woke up and was going to just get ready for work(which wasn't until 4pm that evening) and just go over to my parents house and rest and try and play and visit with my son who hadn't really seen me in a few days, but my mom told me to just go back to bed that I needed to rest! So I did and I slept and then finished getting ready for work and then ran up to my parents and saw Gunnar for a few minutes before work. I Made it through the night with alot of prayers and then went and picked my son up from my parents house. I was feeling good that he was just in his own bed!! I missed him so much!! And now I am sitting here, feeling much better, writing this at 6:30am because I can't sleep due to all the coughing! But at least I am feeling better!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8838546569768246796-3973424354814230283?l=drinksanddiapers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drinksanddiapers.blogspot.com/feeds/3973424354814230283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838546569768246796&amp;postID=3973424354814230283&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838546569768246796/posts/default/3973424354814230283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838546569768246796/posts/default/3973424354814230283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drinksanddiapers.blogspot.com/2009/07/wasting-time-wednesday.html' title='Wasting Time Wednesday!'/><author><name>Candace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16857283872116646712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P_eMh4giS6Y/TnvidnCzfPI/AAAAAAAAAds/OeMj75-RCxI/s220/shot_1307137890202.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_381uXszf9ZE/SktZP2oUxpI/AAAAAAAAAMg/XRaGzWJIxhg/s72-c/dre0938l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838546569768246796.post-5817494784243143307</id><published>2009-06-26T11:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T12:52:43.625-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Frosted Mug Friday!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_381uXszf9ZE/SkUm_Lxi9GI/AAAAAAAAAMY/-jbR36yeePY/s1600-h/bartender1-232x300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351726599133918306" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 232px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_381uXszf9ZE/SkUm_Lxi9GI/AAAAAAAAAMY/-jbR36yeePY/s320/bartender1-232x300.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, today I would like to start out by paying some respect for those who have passed on. But to continue on...This week I had to go into work to cook. By 4pm the waitress that was on was wondering why the bartender was not there yet. So I went to look at the schedule and no one was scheduled. So I call the manager and she says that the other bartender was suppose to be scheduled and that the boss didn't mark it down. Well the other bartender is extremely hard to get a hold of and we couldn't get a hold of her. The manager was (in my opinion) suppose to come in and cover the shift since I was cooking. She decided to say no and then tell me that I had to do it and the other two cooks(who aren't very experienced) that they could handle it and that I could run back and forth if they needed me. So I got angry but I was nice and said fine! So, everything started out really good. The cooks handled it and I sold a feature drink (mojito) and then the rush comes in and everything is ok, getting a little stressed but the cooks still haven't asked me to go back and help. So, this table of 15 comes in and in the middle of getting all of them drinks the cooks ask for my help. So I finished with their drinks and run back there(just to let you know I just started to learn to be head cook and it was suppose to be my kitchen that night) So I jump right in and so does Johnny the waiter who like to help us cook sometimes. Then they need some drinks and they need them ran to the tables. So I told Johnny exactly what to do and get the drinks and it ended up being quite a bit more than was told but that was ok. So I go back to the kitchen and jump right back in again. Then they need drinks again! So I told melissa to get the manager on the phone I can't do everything. So I get the drinks and then the phone was handed to me and she tells me she wont come in and that I should be able to handle it. So I say fine and hang up. Then Matt finishes with cutting the steaks and I can bartend.(most of the drama is done now) So I go out there and this guy comes up and he seems like a sweet guy. He likes mixed drinks and I was pulling them out for him to try(he only tried 4 total the whole night). But with that table there it was a mad house. I would start at one end of the table and get to the end and the start again! But they ended up sending some steaks back because they were well done and they asked for medium rare and I looked at the steaks and they were well done(yuk!) and then they get them back and they are the same way. I was embarrassed by the whole thing and then I just felt bad. We ended up giving away 6 steaks that night, just because of some people being incompetent! But the sweet guy was 63 years old and ended up telling me about himself and that my son and I could go visit him in kentucky and that he would take good care of us and treat me like a queen. He said that Gunnar could have a horse and he went on and on. He didn't really come across as the creepy ones that usually do that so I took his number(I felt bad just flat out dening him) and he gave me a big huge tip and seemed so happy that I was going to call him. Of course I didn't, he really could of been some crazy person and I am not that dumb! But he made me laugh with one of the things he said! He told me,"I'm 63, I have one foot on the banana pill. If you want to be with me you won't have to be with me that long since I am old and you can have all of my money once I kick it." Isn't that sad, but funny at the same time. And that was my thrilling bar story for the week!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8838546569768246796-5817494784243143307?l=drinksanddiapers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drinksanddiapers.blogspot.com/feeds/5817494784243143307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838546569768246796&amp;postID=5817494784243143307&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838546569768246796/posts/default/5817494784243143307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838546569768246796/posts/default/5817494784243143307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drinksanddiapers.blogspot.com/2009/06/frosted-mug-friday_26.html' title='Frosted Mug Friday!!'/><author><name>Candace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16857283872116646712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P_eMh4giS6Y/TnvidnCzfPI/AAAAAAAAAds/OeMj75-RCxI/s220/shot_1307137890202.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_381uXszf9ZE/SkUm_Lxi9GI/AAAAAAAAAMY/-jbR36yeePY/s72-c/bartender1-232x300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838546569768246796.post-7402402749417763789</id><published>2009-06-25T13:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T13:41:28.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boys and their Jewels!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_381uXszf9ZE/SkPg5v2B1sI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/yEJQ2kluT6M/s1600-h/49ers+parade+006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351368064946525890" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_381uXszf9ZE/SkPg5v2B1sI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/yEJQ2kluT6M/s320/49ers+parade+006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ok, so I was givin this box to put my thoughts and prayers in when I lost my little girl and I never really used it, but I thought it would be a good thing to help me think of things to write about. So, one of my thought was of my darling little boy! He has this obsession with his jewels! I am a girl and I don't get it! I found out that guys start out with this obsession, it is gained by the knowledge of certain things. If his diaper is off his hand is down there. And sometimes he really has a hold of it in a painful way. I have to tell him to stop. When my mom takes care of him she asks him if he is done yet so she can put the diaper back on. I don't get it and I don't think I want to. But that is not the reason for this post. Ok, so he is a normal boy with this horrible obsession, but now he has started when I change his diaper, he waits until he is clean and then raises up his hand above his head and then slams it down on his...jewels. And then he laughs, mainly because mommy is making a wierd face at him, because that has to hurt!! I have asked some people and they say their boys did the same thing, but it makes you wonder is my kid normal?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8838546569768246796-7402402749417763789?l=drinksanddiapers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drinksanddiapers.blogspot.com/feeds/7402402749417763789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838546569768246796&amp;postID=7402402749417763789&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838546569768246796/posts/default/7402402749417763789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838546569768246796/posts/default/7402402749417763789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drinksanddiapers.blogspot.com/2009/06/boys-and-their-jewels.html' title='Boys and their Jewels!'/><author><name>Candace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16857283872116646712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P_eMh4giS6Y/TnvidnCzfPI/AAAAAAAAAds/OeMj75-RCxI/s220/shot_1307137890202.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_381uXszf9ZE/SkPg5v2B1sI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/yEJQ2kluT6M/s72-c/49ers+parade+006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838546569768246796.post-5563287393122350981</id><published>2009-06-23T19:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T20:16:12.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yummy Yummy!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I moved to wyoming from Ca. Yeah I know what a change, but I think I like it sometimes! But I miss fast food. Probably a good thing that there isn't any up here, because I would weigh 200 lbs. But tonight I decided to try and duplicate a burrito from El Pollo Loco!! But I think it tasted just as good if not better! It is a twice grilled burrito(or at least I think that is what it was called) Here is my recipe if you would like it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3 Boneless, skinless chicken breasts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your choice of taco mix&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rice pilaf(you can buy instant wild rice with brown rice in Uncle bens in your grocery store)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;your favorite salsa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First I boiled the chicken so it would shred with the all of my seasonings and with some of the salsa. While I did that I had the rice cooking. Once both were done I mixed them together, then tasted and add more seasonings to taste. Then I warmed up the tortillas in the microwave and then filled them with salsa, meat mixture and then some cheese. Then I rolled them up all fancy like holding them together with toothpicks. Then I got a pan heated up with alittle extra virgin olive oil and butter. I then placed them tooth pick side down first and once golden brown flipped them over. And if some thing doesn't sound right here are some pics to help. Yum Yum!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350726253059729442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_381uXszf9ZE/SkGZLYP7aCI/AAAAAAAAAMI/jIZwe_AHDMc/s320/gunnar+005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350725868891060546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_381uXszf9ZE/SkGY1BG-uUI/AAAAAAAAAMA/3itn0G6EGAo/s320/gunnar+006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350725322162504898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_381uXszf9ZE/SkGYVMYvBMI/AAAAAAAAAL4/qSEwU3DFmzY/s320/gunnar+007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350724796994203042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_381uXszf9ZE/SkGX2n-2raI/AAAAAAAAALw/R0mWIxx3Cbc/s320/gunnar+010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350724056733624418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_381uXszf9ZE/SkGXLiS-qGI/AAAAAAAAALo/GTswEbUHsRs/s320/gunnar+013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350723295028771122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_381uXszf9ZE/SkGWfMuY-TI/AAAAAAAAALg/DHEPHX7ZSuU/s320/gunnar+016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/8838546569768246796-5563287393122350981?l=drinksanddiapers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drinksanddiapers.blogspot.com/feeds/5563287393122350981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838546569768246796&amp;postID=5563287393122350981&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838546569768246796/posts/default/5563287393122350981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838546569768246796/posts/default/5563287393122350981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drinksanddiapers.blogspot.com/2009/06/yummy-yummy.html' title='Yummy Yummy!!!'/><author><name>Candace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16857283872116646712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P_eMh4giS6Y/TnvidnCzfPI/AAAAAAAAAds/OeMj75-RCxI/s220/shot_1307137890202.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_381uXszf9ZE/SkGZLYP7aCI/AAAAAAAAAMI/jIZwe_AHDMc/s72-c/gunnar+005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838546569768246796.post-5931077948774042698</id><published>2009-06-21T12:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T12:51:53.049-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Salutes!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_381uXszf9ZE/Sj6N_GEYJJI/AAAAAAAAAKo/5uwdZIgbSkY/s1600-h/Father-s-DayDADANDBABIES.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349869522462975122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 272px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_381uXszf9ZE/Sj6N_GEYJJI/AAAAAAAAAKo/5uwdZIgbSkY/s320/Father-s-DayDADANDBABIES.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349869268662879762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 233px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_381uXszf9ZE/Sj6NwUluBhI/AAAAAAAAAKg/-WnYwsjhVUI/s320/daddy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Today of course would be to all Fathers, especially my Daddy. Excuse the pictures just thought since mainly women read my blog we needed alittle eye candy!!!! But seriously, I give thanks to my Dad. The mender of all things broken. The knower of all(we let him think so and if you are reading this Daddy that is just a joke!). The shooting and hunting buddy. The drafting buddy!! The new recipe builder! Thank you for all your advice even when the advice wasn't taken. Thanks for the guidance through lifes trials and thank you for guiding, but not leading. And for letting us learn the hard way and supporting us even with the poke in the face(inside joke).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love You Daddy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kansas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_381uXszf9ZE/Sj6IzuKk5CI/AAAAAAAAAKA/wGSFB3VlYNs/s1600-h/Father-s-DayDADANDBABIES.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&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/8838546569768246796-5931077948774042698?l=drinksanddiapers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drinksanddiapers.blogspot.com/feeds/5931077948774042698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838546569768246796&amp;postID=5931077948774042698&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838546569768246796/posts/default/5931077948774042698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838546569768246796/posts/default/5931077948774042698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drinksanddiapers.blogspot.com/2009/06/sunday-solutes.html' title='Sunday Salutes!'/><author><name>Candace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16857283872116646712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P_eMh4giS6Y/TnvidnCzfPI/AAAAAAAAAds/OeMj75-RCxI/s220/shot_1307137890202.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_381uXszf9ZE/Sj6N_GEYJJI/AAAAAAAAAKo/5uwdZIgbSkY/s72-c/Father-s-DayDADANDBABIES.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838546569768246796.post-3449414499437130800</id><published>2009-06-19T00:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T00:16:35.334-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Frosted Mug Friday!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_381uXszf9ZE/Sjs7Qu8tCKI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/oz0Xi699bp0/s1600-h/frosted+mug.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348934141099182242" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 222px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_381uXszf9ZE/Sjs7Qu8tCKI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/oz0Xi699bp0/s320/frosted+mug.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thought I would give you tales of the bar in my friday blogs. It isn't all glitz and glamour, but some things to laugh at while you are having your own cocktails! Last friday was part of the 49ers weekend. Everyones excuse to drink in this little town. And this was my first 49ers as a batender. It was busy, but with three of us on it was a piece of cake!! Until the end of the night...dun dun dun! (Did I build up the anticipation with the dun duns or what!) So, around 1:00am this guy comes in barely able to walk and starts talk to Shawn the other bartender. And I was Just not wanting the guy in the bar at all, bad vibes from the guy. Well, everyone but one had left. The other one decided to buy the guy a shot or two and Shawn the Dumbass serves them to him. Well they are sitting there talking and I decided to start the process of closing which was organizing the tickets. So I am sitting there sorting and all of a sudden I hear "What is that stupid bimbo doing?" Ok, who uses bimbo anymore anyways and I didn't really dress skanky that day!! So I was alittle upset by that phrase, but he was drunk and Shawns friend so I kept my mouth shut(don't ask me why but I did). Then I was doing something on the register and turn around and he goes to say something stupid to me again,but instead he weaves to the left......and then to the right.... and then he stops, looks me right in the eyes and falls over backwards smashing his head into the tile flooring.(serves him right for calling me a bimbo, but still BIMBO...what a dumbass) So, Shawn makes me wait unitl he can get someone to pick this moron up. But he couldn't so I was more than happy to call someone to pick him up....Hi, Mr. Officer!! HEHEHE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8838546569768246796-3449414499437130800?l=drinksanddiapers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drinksanddiapers.blogspot.com/feeds/3449414499437130800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838546569768246796&amp;postID=3449414499437130800&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838546569768246796/posts/default/3449414499437130800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838546569768246796/posts/default/3449414499437130800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drinksanddiapers.blogspot.com/2009/06/frosted-mug-friday.html' title='Frosted Mug Friday!!'/><author><name>Candace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16857283872116646712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P_eMh4giS6Y/TnvidnCzfPI/AAAAAAAAAds/OeMj75-RCxI/s220/shot_1307137890202.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_381uXszf9ZE/Sjs7Qu8tCKI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/oz0Xi699bp0/s72-c/frosted+mug.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838546569768246796.post-7147670481576324066</id><published>2009-06-18T11:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T12:10:24.882-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughtful Thursday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_381uXszf9ZE/SjqPNWBmpjI/AAAAAAAAAIg/lIgFVQZyIbM/s1600-h/jameyand49ers+008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348744966869263922" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_381uXszf9ZE/SjqPNWBmpjI/AAAAAAAAAIg/lIgFVQZyIbM/s320/jameyand49ers+008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was actually inspired by two people. My mom always does thankful thursday and I thought that was a neat idea, but I didn't want to just copy. Then I thought of this amazing guy(Jamey) and how thoughtful he is and thought that would be a good way to start out my thoughtful Thursdays.  Ignore the nose shot in the pic. I was tipsy!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I ended up meeting Jamey on myspace and he is actually a nice guy. Not the type you would think of when thinking of meeting someone off of online. He makes sure to tell me I am pretty and goes out of his way to make me feel good. He is very thoughtful! See where I got it now, hehe! The other day he came up and stayed with Gunnar and I. And of course I had to work the bar. He told me that he would watch Gunnar. I was so suprised that he offered to do that and Gunnar just loves him. Then I had a late night(didn't get home until 2:00am) and didn't get to bed until 3 or 3:30am and he got up with Gunnar and told me to stay in bed that I needed the sleep and Gunnar and him were going to go play. How sweet and Cute is that. Yeah! I actually found a man that is wonderful!! It's amazing how people can end up suprising you. You think that there is no one out there to be thoughtful to anyone and then someone emails you and wants to give you the world!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It makes you really wonder what Gods whole plan is for you!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love, Laugh, and Drink Up!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Candace&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8838546569768246796-7147670481576324066?l=drinksanddiapers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drinksanddiapers.blogspot.com/feeds/7147670481576324066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838546569768246796&amp;postID=7147670481576324066&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838546569768246796/posts/default/7147670481576324066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838546569768246796/posts/default/7147670481576324066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drinksanddiapers.blogspot.com/2009/06/thoughtful-thursday.html' title='Thoughtful Thursday'/><author><name>Candace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16857283872116646712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P_eMh4giS6Y/TnvidnCzfPI/AAAAAAAAAds/OeMj75-RCxI/s220/shot_1307137890202.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_381uXszf9ZE/SjqPNWBmpjI/AAAAAAAAAIg/lIgFVQZyIbM/s72-c/jameyand49ers+008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838546569768246796.post-1095592594440595944</id><published>2009-06-08T12:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T13:12:45.848-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If you could change career paths now and be anything you wanted to be...what would you be and why?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_381uXszf9ZE/Si1wsB0yDzI/AAAAAAAAAH4/1X-so-z9Q48/s1600-h/catering_big.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345052234465021746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 218px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_381uXszf9ZE/Si1wsB0yDzI/AAAAAAAAAH4/1X-so-z9Q48/s320/catering_big.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went on the blog Mama's Losin it and she has a writers workshop. I like her she seems really cute!! So here I go on one of her questions. I have always wanted to be a chef. I love to watch the food network and make my own food using ideas from them. But with a child it is really hard to work in a resturant (conflicting schedules). So, I thought of something similiar but doesn't have the same scheduling exactly. I would love to cater for parties, get togethers, and romantic dinners. I would get to do a different menu everytime. It would be great and it wouldn't get boring!! Something different everytime!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8838546569768246796-1095592594440595944?l=drinksanddiapers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drinksanddiapers.blogspot.com/feeds/1095592594440595944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838546569768246796&amp;postID=1095592594440595944&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838546569768246796/posts/default/1095592594440595944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838546569768246796/posts/default/1095592594440595944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drinksanddiapers.blogspot.com/2009/06/if-you-could-change-career-paths-now.html' title='If you could change career paths now and be anything you wanted to be...what would you be and why?'/><author><name>Candace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16857283872116646712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P_eMh4giS6Y/TnvidnCzfPI/AAAAAAAAAds/OeMj75-RCxI/s220/shot_1307137890202.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_381uXszf9ZE/Si1wsB0yDzI/AAAAAAAAAH4/1X-so-z9Q48/s72-c/catering_big.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838546569768246796.post-122132455386754104</id><published>2009-06-02T10:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T10:56:01.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Terrible Twos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_381uXszf9ZE/SiVm9FzV-VI/AAAAAAAAAHo/GgOW07PLtFc/s1600-h/jamey+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342789732660541778" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_381uXszf9ZE/SiVm9FzV-VI/AAAAAAAAAHo/GgOW07PLtFc/s320/jamey+004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ok so I thought my little angel could do nothing wrong until memorial day. He is sweet and cute and loves people. Jamey asked us to go to the Memorial Day services in worland. So, we go and I decide to sit in the back just in case he acts up, unlikely because of all the people there I thought. So He thinks it is just fun to tug on the people sitting in front of us and run up and down the isle we were sitting in and mean while mommy is chasing after him wanting to cry while the people around me are laughing at me because I have no control over my kid. I get a hold of him and he just starts screaming at the top of his lungs and everyone turns and looks. I was wishing that Jamey and the other gentlemen waiting to do the gun solute would stand up and just put a few bullet right in me. I was mortified!! So I grabbed my screaming little bundle of joy and took him back to the car and let him run around the head stones hopefully those people are at peace and dont mind my kid running over top of them. So after the service we go to Jamey's house and Gunnar runs around like a nut happy to be outside in the sun and I thought oh this will be wonderful he will wear himself out for the next service. Yeah....That did not work!!! I think that only amplified the fit he was about to throw!!! So we get to the cemetary and we get out and I decided to stand at the very back thinking that would give Gunnar enough r&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_381uXszf9ZE/SiVnJvElDNI/AAAAAAAAAHw/ziCYo6i_XH8/s1600-h/jamey+005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342789949897116882" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_381uXszf9ZE/SiVnJvElDNI/AAAAAAAAAHw/ziCYo6i_XH8/s320/jamey+005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;oom to run around like a nut until he just wants to pass out from exhaustion. He proceed to try and get to everyone and annoy them and when I wouldn't let him he would scream bloody murder. If I was one of the people there I would have thought someone would have cut an arm or a leg off the child. So, we ended up sitting in the car, because we were to close to let him run around screaming. So he screamed in the tiny little car.&lt;br /&gt;This incident reminded me of the terrible twos. Hopefully he has just started early, because if this gets worse my kid will be pasty white, because Mommy can't handle the embarrassment of having a spoiled little brat!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8838546569768246796-122132455386754104?l=drinksanddiapers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drinksanddiapers.blogspot.com/feeds/122132455386754104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838546569768246796&amp;postID=122132455386754104&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838546569768246796/posts/default/122132455386754104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838546569768246796/posts/default/122132455386754104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drinksanddiapers.blogspot.com/2009/06/terrible-twos.html' title='Terrible Twos'/><author><name>Candace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16857283872116646712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P_eMh4giS6Y/TnvidnCzfPI/AAAAAAAAAds/OeMj75-RCxI/s220/shot_1307137890202.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_381uXszf9ZE/SiVm9FzV-VI/AAAAAAAAAHo/GgOW07PLtFc/s72-c/jamey+004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838546569768246796.post-6490380470174514715</id><published>2009-05-11T11:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T11:30:02.098-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Walls</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_381uXszf9ZE/Sghum6BMo0I/AAAAAAAAAG4/4XMCjdWTVjg/s1600-h/089_lost.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334635373308715842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 218px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_381uXszf9ZE/Sghum6BMo0I/AAAAAAAAAG4/4XMCjdWTVjg/s320/089_lost.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have built walls to keep everyone out and I am lonely because of it, but I figure if someone really wants to make the effort to break them down, then maybe they are worth it. I have never fell for lines before. Maybe it was a cockiness on my part. But living here surrounded by some of the worst people I have ever met, I kind of get lonely and not for the one night stand that all guys offer. In november a sweet guy(so I thought) came in and said please let me prove you wrong about men. So, I fell for the line. He was charming, sweet and liked to hold my hand. Which if you know me I'm really not a touchy feely person. And then he said that he just didn't want to talk for a while. It kind of hurt! I don't think I will ever fully trust any man. Every man has proven to just be that jerk chasing after any tail he can get. I like my walls. I might be lonely, but at least my heart doesn't hurt as much!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8838546569768246796-6490380470174514715?l=drinksanddiapers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drinksanddiapers.blogspot.com/feeds/6490380470174514715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838546569768246796&amp;postID=6490380470174514715&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838546569768246796/posts/default/6490380470174514715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838546569768246796/posts/default/6490380470174514715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drinksanddiapers.blogspot.com/2009/05/walls.html' title='Walls'/><author><name>Candace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16857283872116646712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P_eMh4giS6Y/TnvidnCzfPI/AAAAAAAAAds/OeMj75-RCxI/s220/shot_1307137890202.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_381uXszf9ZE/Sghum6BMo0I/AAAAAAAAAG4/4XMCjdWTVjg/s72-c/089_lost.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838546569768246796.post-7622036936762372460</id><published>2009-05-10T09:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T10:42:24.148-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Work!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_381uXszf9ZE/SgcQdUnpWNI/AAAAAAAAAGw/WkDkL7G-23k/s1600-h/work+019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334250379580889298" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_381uXszf9ZE/SgcQdUnpWNI/AAAAAAAAAGw/WkDkL7G-23k/s320/work+019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_381uXszf9ZE/SgcFCfus9WI/AAAAAAAAAGo/VJgvRal5-hc/s1600-h/work+017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334237824078902626" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_381uXszf9ZE/SgcFCfus9WI/AAAAAAAAAGo/VJgvRal5-hc/s320/work+017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_381uXszf9ZE/SgcEzIoeW2I/AAAAAAAAAGg/JV4bxUuRj3c/s1600-h/work+015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334237560180726626" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_381uXszf9ZE/SgcEzIoeW2I/AAAAAAAAAGg/JV4bxUuRj3c/s320/work+015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_381uXszf9ZE/SgcEdAiqHzI/AAAAAAAAAGY/FruVG9a0Wl4/s1600-h/work+012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334237180051726130" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_381uXszf9ZE/SgcEdAiqHzI/AAAAAAAAAGY/FruVG9a0Wl4/s320/work+012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_381uXszf9ZE/SgcEL73QcPI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/BDwGh8_BCfM/s1600-h/work+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334236886738170098" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_381uXszf9ZE/SgcEL73QcPI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/BDwGh8_BCfM/s320/work+003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_381uXszf9ZE/SgcD-3SgrvI/AAAAAAAAAGI/uhZeDQ48gTE/s1600-h/work+011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334236662172004082" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_381uXszf9ZE/SgcD-3SgrvI/AAAAAAAAAGI/uhZeDQ48gTE/s320/work+011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_381uXszf9ZE/SgcDvVf7UmI/AAAAAAAAAGA/_AVCzX9bvBc/s1600-h/work+007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334236395403432546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_381uXszf9ZE/SgcDvVf7UmI/AAAAAAAAAGA/_AVCzX9bvBc/s320/work+007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_381uXszf9ZE/SgcDeJxAStI/AAAAAAAAAF4/7eytJUIewfQ/s1600-h/work+006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334236100196059858" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_381uXszf9ZE/SgcDeJxAStI/AAAAAAAAAF4/7eytJUIewfQ/s320/work+006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_381uXszf9ZE/SgcDPRqcZ7I/AAAAAAAAAFw/Vz5rPGm_t58/s1600-h/work+005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334235844617988018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_381uXszf9ZE/SgcDPRqcZ7I/AAAAAAAAAFw/Vz5rPGm_t58/s320/work+005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_381uXszf9ZE/SgcDBEnKO7I/AAAAAAAAAFo/UWvpTPRzVgM/s1600-h/work+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334235600596384690" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_381uXszf9ZE/SgcDBEnKO7I/AAAAAAAAAFo/UWvpTPRzVgM/s320/work+004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/8838546569768246796-7622036936762372460?l=drinksanddiapers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drinksanddiapers.blogspot.com/feeds/7622036936762372460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838546569768246796&amp;postID=7622036936762372460&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838546569768246796/posts/default/7622036936762372460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838546569768246796/posts/default/7622036936762372460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drinksanddiapers.blogspot.com/2009/05/work.html' title='Work!'/><author><name>Candace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16857283872116646712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P_eMh4giS6Y/TnvidnCzfPI/AAAAAAAAAds/OeMj75-RCxI/s220/shot_1307137890202.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_381uXszf9ZE/SgcQdUnpWNI/AAAAAAAAAGw/WkDkL7G-23k/s72-c/work+019.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838546569768246796.post-4916694665663643971</id><published>2009-05-07T20:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T22:19:32.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Heart Melting!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_381uXszf9ZE/SgPA1wA_tpI/AAAAAAAAAFg/E5ysdCM65PQ/s1600-h/gunnar%26mommy016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333318413391476370" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_381uXszf9ZE/SgPA1wA_tpI/AAAAAAAAAFg/E5ysdCM65PQ/s320/gunnar%26mommy016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_381uXszf9ZE/SgPAkHVDa9I/AAAAAAAAAFY/dyHcNkqOnVU/s1600-h/gunnar+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have been working all week long, night and mornings. UGH!! So, today I got to my parents to pick up my son and I laid on the couch while Gunnar played. He is so good when he knows mommy is tired. But I woke up to him sitting with me. Kind of like he was protecting me. And if you know my son he doesn't sit still. So I rolled over and pushed him down and cuddled with him, expecting him to get up and start playing. But he didn't he sat there and cuddled with me for twenty minutes!! I am so blessed to have this gorgeous and caring little boy in my life! It's the simple things like that that make it so worth all the hard work!!&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/8838546569768246796-4916694665663643971?l=drinksanddiapers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drinksanddiapers.blogspot.com/feeds/4916694665663643971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838546569768246796&amp;postID=4916694665663643971&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838546569768246796/posts/default/4916694665663643971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838546569768246796/posts/default/4916694665663643971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drinksanddiapers.blogspot.com/2009/05/heart-melting.html' title='Heart Melting!'/><author><name>Candace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16857283872116646712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P_eMh4giS6Y/TnvidnCzfPI/AAAAAAAAAds/OeMj75-RCxI/s220/shot_1307137890202.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_381uXszf9ZE/SgPA1wA_tpI/AAAAAAAAAFg/E5ysdCM65PQ/s72-c/gunnar%26mommy016.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838546569768246796.post-1240949512758069768</id><published>2009-05-03T19:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T20:09:25.507-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I love...!</title><content type='html'>I thought I would tell some of you what some of my favorite things. I'm not a very picky person I just like things my way.HEHEHE.&lt;br /&gt;I love it when my little Gunnar smiles at me for no reason, when he flirts with a pretty girl(I'm in trouble!), when he giggles uncontrollably!&lt;br /&gt;I love having a stash of snickers at my house so if I'm in the mood I can have alittle bit!!! I love to lounge around on a rainy day and make soup and watch corny movies!&lt;br /&gt;I love to dance!! I used to go every week to a dance club, but now Gunnar and I dance in the morning!&lt;br /&gt;I love my animals. Juno will always be my first baby(she loves to cuddle with me), but shiver has wormed her way into my heart like I couldn't believe.&lt;br /&gt;I love romance novels! It's the only romance I get until lately.&lt;br /&gt;I love to have that first kiss that makes you heart and stomach flutter.&lt;br /&gt;I love to cook. I've been told I am a very good cook. When I cook for my co-workers I either get will you marry me or will you adopt me.&lt;br /&gt;I love to always hear something. I know one day I might not, so I appreciate every second I can get!&lt;br /&gt;I love to hang out with my parents. They are the most awesome people you could ever meet.&lt;br /&gt;I love having my own home to call my own.&lt;br /&gt;I love being outside! Hunting, camping you name it I love it!&lt;br /&gt;I love to take a second look at people. If someone acts a certain way I try and figure out what has made them who they are.&lt;br /&gt;I love to talk. Hey I am a woman!!!&lt;br /&gt;I love to meet new people, but hate the anticipation of it.&lt;br /&gt;I love to have me time, even if it is only when Gunnar goes to bed. It's a nice time to unwind!&lt;br /&gt;I love suprising people! I am a blonde and I tend to get put in a certain catagory and I love proving them wrong!!&lt;br /&gt;I love my blonde hair!! I can blame almost anything on it!!!&lt;br /&gt;I love how sometimes Gunnar looks so happy to see me. He melts my heart!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I love being a Mommy or to Gunnar Ma.&lt;br /&gt;I love how Gunnar can give me a look and I can usually tell what he wants or needs.&lt;br /&gt;I love the poopy face. I laugh everytime. He now has started to laugh every time he toots and that is just as funny!!&lt;br /&gt;It's amazing how remembering all the stuff you love can make you feel!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8838546569768246796-1240949512758069768?l=drinksanddiapers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drinksanddiapers.blogspot.com/feeds/1240949512758069768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838546569768246796&amp;postID=1240949512758069768&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838546569768246796/posts/default/1240949512758069768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838546569768246796/posts/default/1240949512758069768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drinksanddiapers.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-love.html' title='I love...!'/><author><name>Candace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16857283872116646712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P_eMh4giS6Y/TnvidnCzfPI/AAAAAAAAAds/OeMj75-RCxI/s220/shot_1307137890202.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838546569768246796.post-1090099212572964723</id><published>2009-04-27T22:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T22:54:32.048-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_381uXszf9ZE/SfaZ_bWMs5I/AAAAAAAAAFI/MysENsOUfqk/s1600-h/nothing+is+wrong.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329616523991233426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 153px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_381uXszf9ZE/SfaZ_bWMs5I/AAAAAAAAAFI/MysENsOUfqk/s320/nothing+is+wrong.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's funny I started this blog to help me get through things and to get things off my chest. And it has helped even if I am alittle depressing. I remember when I was in elementary school I got alittle embarrassed(a normal thing for me). The teacher asked us what we wanted to be when we grew up and the only thing I could think of is I just want to be happy. Then when everyone was telling the career paths that they want, I got a little embarrassed and said the same thing as the person next to me. I have always tried to be happy, but it always seems like something pulls me down. But on wednesday maybe things will change. I have tried everything possible to be happy but I feel like I'm at a losing battle. But maybe this therapy(if you can call it that) will help. And maybe I wont focus on all the bad things that has happened to me. And if it works I will be sure to tell everyone about it. Living in darkness is not an option any more. I can't go on any longer like this! I want to be able to make my son happy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8838546569768246796-1090099212572964723?l=drinksanddiapers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drinksanddiapers.blogspot.com/feeds/1090099212572964723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838546569768246796&amp;postID=1090099212572964723&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838546569768246796/posts/default/1090099212572964723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838546569768246796/posts/default/1090099212572964723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drinksanddiapers.blogspot.com/2009/04/its-funny-i-started-this-blog-to-help.html' title=''/><author><name>Candace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16857283872116646712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P_eMh4giS6Y/TnvidnCzfPI/AAAAAAAAAds/OeMj75-RCxI/s220/shot_1307137890202.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_381uXszf9ZE/SfaZ_bWMs5I/AAAAAAAAAFI/MysENsOUfqk/s72-c/nothing+is+wrong.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838546569768246796.post-954888250206058246</id><published>2009-04-21T10:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T10:52:46.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Outside!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_381uXszf9ZE/Se4ENNo93hI/AAAAAAAAAEw/PSuBYbeQh4w/s1600-h/outside+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327200034272173586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_381uXszf9ZE/Se4ENNo93hI/AAAAAAAAAEw/PSuBYbeQh4w/s320/outside+001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I decided I needed some sun(maybe it would help my mood). So, I decided to make some progress on my yard. So Gunnar and I go out side and it just seems so impossible so I got the patio cleared off at least before Gunnar started to throw a fit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;In the picture he was really wanting to just play with the door, but it looks like he is saying let me out!! He is so cute and he loves being outside! We were only out there maybe a half hour and I was on the phone with my sister for part of the time. She just worries about me and wants to try and talk to me everyday. I am so lonely out here I don't really mind her concern for me. It's just nice to be able to talk to someone, anyone!!! I go to work and I deal with all sorts. But I deal mainly with the drunks, because the boss thinks it is a good investment for me to be&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_381uXszf9ZE/Se4Ff8uaECI/AAAAAAAAAE4/ALCWGIpFnl0/s1600-h/outside+005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327201455660732450" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_381uXszf9ZE/Se4Ff8uaECI/AAAAAAAAAE4/ALCWGIpFnl0/s320/outside+005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; a bartender. Why I don't know other than people tend to really like to talk to me. But this picture to the right is what I have to work with. I don't have any tiny bit of a green thumb!! So, for me to look at this it looks just impossible. But it is my goal to at least have a tinted green thumb!!But I do have some flowers already!! And I didn't have to even touch them, that is probably why they are living in the first place, but it gives me hope that maybe they can live with out having a green &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_381uXszf9ZE/Se4GnkSMk1I/AAAAAAAAAFA/_iob0hoGbSo/s1600-h/outside+012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327202686050538322" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_381uXszf9ZE/Se4GnkSMk1I/AAAAAAAAAFA/_iob0hoGbSo/s320/outside+012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;thumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But here is a cute pic of my gorgeous Gunnar wanting to pick my cute little flowers. He threw a fit after that because I wouldn't let him!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8838546569768246796-954888250206058246?l=drinksanddiapers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drinksanddiapers.blogspot.com/feeds/954888250206058246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838546569768246796&amp;postID=954888250206058246&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838546569768246796/posts/default/954888250206058246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838546569768246796/posts/default/954888250206058246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drinksanddiapers.blogspot.com/2009/04/well-i-decided-i-needed-some-sunmaybe.html' title='Outside!'/><author><name>Candace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16857283872116646712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P_eMh4giS6Y/TnvidnCzfPI/AAAAAAAAAds/OeMj75-RCxI/s220/shot_1307137890202.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_381uXszf9ZE/Se4ENNo93hI/AAAAAAAAAEw/PSuBYbeQh4w/s72-c/outside+001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838546569768246796.post-1465104133129074135</id><published>2009-04-17T10:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T11:07:13.308-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Irreversable</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_381uXszf9ZE/SejFSdDF0_I/AAAAAAAAAEo/y_XB2FRN3eY/s1600-h/tear+drop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325723480191521778" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_381uXszf9ZE/SejFSdDF0_I/AAAAAAAAAEo/y_XB2FRN3eY/s320/tear+drop.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got my hopes up again! Sometimes the hope helps in looking to the future. But sometimes it just makes all the pain just hurt that much more. I am having a hard time. I feel like every step just isn't getting me anywhere! I'm going in circles and I can't find the right path for me or for my son. I started to feel like someone could actually love someone as broken as I am and he was just feeding me lines to try and get in my pants. I know I am not truly alone. The footprints in the sand are not mine, if they were they wouldn't be footprints but drag marks. But the hope of having someone with me and having a family just don't seem possible. I am living my life by the second, because I can't stand to think of the future and what it may hold or not hold for me. I wish I didn't have to for Gunnar's sake, but this is the only way I know how I can make him happy. He knows I am feeling down and I hate that, but I am trying. Sometimes it feels like things are just so messed up they are irreversable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8838546569768246796-1465104133129074135?l=drinksanddiapers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drinksanddiapers.blogspot.com/feeds/1465104133129074135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838546569768246796&amp;postID=1465104133129074135&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838546569768246796/posts/default/1465104133129074135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838546569768246796/posts/default/1465104133129074135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drinksanddiapers.blogspot.com/2009/04/irreversable.html' title='Irreversable'/><author><name>Candace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16857283872116646712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P_eMh4giS6Y/TnvidnCzfPI/AAAAAAAAAds/OeMj75-RCxI/s220/shot_1307137890202.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_381uXszf9ZE/SejFSdDF0_I/AAAAAAAAAEo/y_XB2FRN3eY/s72-c/tear+drop.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838546569768246796.post-7326029725175391000</id><published>2009-04-13T10:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T10:53:07.408-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Resturant</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_381uXszf9ZE/SeN7-KLQKJI/AAAAAAAAAEg/sgJ-Q6lwrGc/s1600-h/gbullcabinpk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324235492295714962" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 210px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_381uXszf9ZE/SeN7-KLQKJI/AAAAAAAAAEg/sgJ-Q6lwrGc/s320/gbullcabinpk.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's funny, you look at a waitress and you think low end job. What happened in her/his life for her to just want to do that. You can actually make good money doing that. You have to put up with a lot. From the really needy to the just plain jerks in this world. But the best thing about working in a resturant is that the people that work there are so close. We are like a family. All the misfits in there just click. We all have our own different personalities and for some reason we are the closest friends. We have the kids that work there that like to play around. We have the cooks that have all the say, so don't make them mad or you won't get your food when you want it. And then you have the bartenders that are incharge of the things that make the resturant the most money. We like to play pranks on each other. Johnny has no problem in losing his ticket book. He leaves it anywhere, so I pick it up and put it in an obvious place(in plain sight) and it just drives him nuts. Then we go around scarying each other! I'm the best, if you don't include louie! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8838546569768246796-7326029725175391000?l=drinksanddiapers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drinksanddiapers.blogspot.com/feeds/7326029725175391000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838546569768246796&amp;postID=7326029725175391000&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838546569768246796/posts/default/7326029725175391000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838546569768246796/posts/default/7326029725175391000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drinksanddiapers.blogspot.com/2009/04/resturant.html' title='The Resturant'/><author><name>Candace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16857283872116646712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P_eMh4giS6Y/TnvidnCzfPI/AAAAAAAAAds/OeMj75-RCxI/s220/shot_1307137890202.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_381uXszf9ZE/SeN7-KLQKJI/AAAAAAAAAEg/sgJ-Q6lwrGc/s72-c/gbullcabinpk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838546569768246796.post-8489309912148242627</id><published>2009-04-10T13:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T13:08:22.947-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pack You Baggage!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_381uXszf9ZE/Sd-nADB_TFI/AAAAAAAAAEY/vo3n9hyOxsk/s1600-h/suitcase.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323156903830703186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 309px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_381uXszf9ZE/Sd-nADB_TFI/AAAAAAAAAEY/vo3n9hyOxsk/s320/suitcase.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was thinking the other day that I wear my scars like badges. I don't regret anything, but I am glad I have the knowlege that I have. Kind of like a suitcase. You mend the rips and snags along the way and then you have the stickers pasted on it to remind you of the places you have been and the people that have touched you. With time the rips and snags blend in with wear, but they are there to remind us just the same. I hope to give Gunnar the knowlege to be able to learn from and mend those rips and snags life gives him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8838546569768246796-8489309912148242627?l=drinksanddiapers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drinksanddiapers.blogspot.com/feeds/8489309912148242627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838546569768246796&amp;postID=8489309912148242627&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838546569768246796/posts/default/8489309912148242627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838546569768246796/posts/default/8489309912148242627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drinksanddiapers.blogspot.com/2009/04/pack-you-baggage.html' title='Pack You Baggage!'/><author><name>Candace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16857283872116646712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P_eMh4giS6Y/TnvidnCzfPI/AAAAAAAAAds/OeMj75-RCxI/s220/shot_1307137890202.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_381uXszf9ZE/Sd-nADB_TFI/AAAAAAAAAEY/vo3n9hyOxsk/s72-c/suitcase.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838546569768246796.post-1240061806431247190</id><published>2009-04-09T10:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T13:33:58.321-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just so Frequent</title><content type='html'>Lately, it seems like people losing babies is just so frequent. I lost my little girl almost four years ago and sometimes, like now, it seems like it just happened. The pain I can usually bury in the back of my mind is just pulled to the front and to hear my son cry is such a relief. So I decided to get Achaella's story out of my head...&lt;br /&gt;My ex-husband and I had gotten married and it was rocky from the beginning. Then we ended up pregnant 6 months later. I think it was at least a month before, but the doctor didn't want to listen to the most regular person in the world. Everything in the pregnancy was going fine. I felt strange about it but I put it off thinking my body was just going through so many changes that a doctor or a book couldn't really explain. I had to really strange dreams in that time. The first was me laying in a hospital bed with it propped up somewhat and someone sitting by my bed side. I was holding a baby and the baby wouldn't cry. So, for the next couple weeks I kept saying to everyone I can't wait to hear my baby cry. Then I had the second one and someone was bringing my baby to me while I was in bed. The baby was in a blue and red striped sleeper and the baby was crying! To my relief! So, when I was about 5 months pregant(according to the doctor) I started to bleed. I went into the er and they did an ultra sound and the tech thought that he had seen something, but when he went back to look again found nothing. The tech and my ex-husband had talked me into finding out the sex. I was going to have a little girl! I also found out that the little butterflies I had been feeling were not the sew farts that I so frequently had, were actually the little girl moving! I ended up changing doctors after that, because the nurse wasn't understanding in my worries about bleeding fresh blood and told me to just wait another week for my next appointment. I fought with her and he finally agreed to see me two days after. Then a day before my next appointment I started what I figured was braxton hicks. They started around 11:00am and went until 5:oopm. By 4:30 that day I thought if this is practice then I am going to have a rude awakening when labor actually starts! I went to my appointment the next day and my doctors nurse forgot to call me and tell that he was going to reschedule the appointment. So, I told the receptionist that I just wanted to make sure what I went through was braxton hicks, if another doctor could see me that would set my mind at ease. So, I saw doctor T. He said I had gone into labor because I had started to dialate. So I told him of my problems with the other doctor and I asked if I could have him be my doctor through the rest of my pregnancy and he said that he would. So, he put me on these pills to stop the contraction, which they kind of did, even thought they made me swell up so badly. I couldn't put my regular shoes on so I had to wear my sandals which had a thick strap and my skin would cover the strap from being so swollen. I had to go to the er a couple of times to get the shot from HELL to stop the contractions. But other than that things were going pretty well. I would drive to and from work and listen to music and sing and she would dance in my tummy. When I put my hand on my stomach she would either put her hand on mine(kind of like she was trying to hold my hand) or she would press her head into my hand. I would talk to her in the car and tell her things like I would make her very first halloween costume and if she wanted me to I would even make her prom dress. I would also tell her that I would make her life as happy as I could, I would kiss every booboo and hold her until she stopped crying. And most of all I told her that I loved her with all my heart. By August I decided that everthing was to stressful and kind of put myself on bed rest. On the 20th I felt really strange and I decided to stay in bed while my ex-husband had my cousin over. I only got up to make spaghetti. My ex was drinking and I didn't want to rush to the hospital to have another shot so I just dealt with the contractions, thinking I've gone this long with out the baby coming today will be fine. My cousin decided to spend the night and David finally came to bed around 12:00 and asked if I was ok and I said that I felt strange like something was wrong, but I decided to just go to sleep. I woke up at 1:00 in the most pain I had ever felt in my life. I woke david up and he was cranky, so I decided to just call the doctor and find out if I should come in or not. They said that I was probably in labor and should come in. 1:30 we left with my cousin driving. It only took about 20 minutes to get there, but it felt like a year. The pain had gotten so bad I started throwing up. We get there and go to the front of the building and the doors are locked with a sign saying to go to the back doors for an emergency. We get in there and they ask if I need a wheel chair and I said that I could make it. We went up to the second floor and the nurse told me to get changed in the bathroom of the room. As I got to walk out it feels like my water had broke. I open the door and tell david, he looks down and his face turns white. I look down and it is only blood and tons of it. He screams for the nurse and she gets me in the bed and puts the monitors on and then all hell broke loose I had iv's and and cathitor(however you spell that) and all the paper work. Then they push my bed into the operating room, the doctor is there and pulls up an ultra sound machine and yells at the nurse beside me that he lost the heart beat. They put the mask on my to put me under and he tells me everything is going to be ok. Meanwhile, my parents, cousin, and my ex-husband are in the room waiting. After I woke up in my room and everyone is there, and I told them I had lost her. My baby Achaella. I remember that and I remember when they brought her in so I could see her. I was in a hospital bed, I was kind of sitting up holding her with my mom at my bed side crying and the only things I could say is I want her to cry! Just like the first dream. The doctor came in alittle later in tears saying I tried, I didn't think it would end like this.&lt;br /&gt;But on a happier note, I woke up after having my son, and my mother in law brought him in to my room crying because he was hungry in a blue and red striped sleeper.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8838546569768246796-1240061806431247190?l=drinksanddiapers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drinksanddiapers.blogspot.com/feeds/1240061806431247190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838546569768246796&amp;postID=1240061806431247190&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838546569768246796/posts/default/1240061806431247190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838546569768246796/posts/default/1240061806431247190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drinksanddiapers.blogspot.com/2009/04/in-my-face.html' title='Just so Frequent'/><author><name>Candace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16857283872116646712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P_eMh4giS6Y/TnvidnCzfPI/AAAAAAAAAds/OeMj75-RCxI/s220/shot_1307137890202.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838546569768246796.post-977614194307652384</id><published>2009-04-07T10:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T10:41:12.272-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Breakdown!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_381uXszf9ZE/SduQKwJDW1I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/O9VrVmd-4hQ/s1600-h/have+a+break.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322005899064335186" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 168px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_381uXszf9ZE/SduQKwJDW1I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/O9VrVmd-4hQ/s320/have+a+break.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes I feel like I need to just breakdown. Take a walk in blissful insanity! Just take a break and pretend I am in a nut house and take my finger to my lips while making a motor boat noise! Last night Gunnar woke up three times and I maybe got about four hours of sleep. Then he is just cranky today, which doesn't help that he has two new teeth. But mommy wants to have a nervous breakdown! Whenever he is like this it seems like life is just bad, and nothing is going right. I tend to go through these times when nothing is right and work is icky and my son is just screaming! Sometimes the straight jacket sounds very comforting! At least with the jacket on I wouldn't be pulling my hair out from all the stress!&lt;br /&gt;I just feel all alone and you see people happy and you think why can't I find that someone to laugh at me when I want to be alittle nutty! At walmart on sunday there was this couple in the baby section. The man was feeding their new baby girl and they were talking and laughing. I don't wish them not to have that, but I would like to have that too. Someone to be a buffer for when Gunnar wants to be a turd bucket! So, I guess while I wait, I will just be happy when he goes down for a nap and mentally commit myself to the insane assylum!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8838546569768246796-977614194307652384?l=drinksanddiapers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drinksanddiapers.blogspot.com/feeds/977614194307652384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838546569768246796&amp;postID=977614194307652384&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838546569768246796/posts/default/977614194307652384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838546569768246796/posts/default/977614194307652384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drinksanddiapers.blogspot.com/2009/04/breakdown.html' title='Breakdown!'/><author><name>Candace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16857283872116646712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P_eMh4giS6Y/TnvidnCzfPI/AAAAAAAAAds/OeMj75-RCxI/s220/shot_1307137890202.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_381uXszf9ZE/SduQKwJDW1I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/O9VrVmd-4hQ/s72-c/have+a+break.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838546569768246796.post-1352509118893872287</id><published>2009-04-06T08:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T09:19:30.458-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Patience!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_381uXszf9ZE/SdordXqoIqI/AAAAAAAAAEA/p97rbEO_lD8/s1600-h/pooh+bear+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321613693260669602" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_381uXszf9ZE/SdordXqoIqI/AAAAAAAAAEA/p97rbEO_lD8/s320/pooh+bear+003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have learned that Gunnar KNOWS how to get my goat up. I used to think I had tons of patience, but then I have a son and he just gives me that look of defiance and I want to pull my hair out! Yesturday I took Gunnar to walmart and he wanted to get into everything and run a muck and by the end of the trip I was suprised that my hair was still on my head. We were standing in the checkout line and he wouldn't stop pulling on the persons cart behind us and then he got mad at me for telling him to stop and he started throwing our stuff in their cart! Luckily the lady just thought it was cute, even though I wanted to just have a mental breakdown! Then he has started with fits that past three weeks(It feels like it has been a year). He screams and then starts to cry and then plops down on his tush and then lays down on his back and cries. I don't give into the fits, but they just seem to get worse! Argh!!!&lt;br /&gt;My friend, Louie, comes over everyonce in a while and Gunnar just loves him. But louie and I were talking at work the other day and he said that I walked out of the room and he told Gunnar to stop doing something and he listened without a fit. And as soon as I walk back in the room and tell him no he throws the biggest fit. He also said that he does it to try and push me. To try and see how far he can push me. And that is how I feel sometimes. I have never seen anyones child throw a fit like that. I know that I am not the only one with a child that throws a fit, but where did my patience go!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8838546569768246796-1352509118893872287?l=drinksanddiapers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drinksanddiapers.blogspot.com/feeds/1352509118893872287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838546569768246796&amp;postID=1352509118893872287&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838546569768246796/posts/default/1352509118893872287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838546569768246796/posts/default/1352509118893872287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drinksanddiapers.blogspot.com/2009/04/patience.html' title='Patience!'/><author><name>Candace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16857283872116646712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P_eMh4giS6Y/TnvidnCzfPI/AAAAAAAAAds/OeMj75-RCxI/s220/shot_1307137890202.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_381uXszf9ZE/SdordXqoIqI/AAAAAAAAAEA/p97rbEO_lD8/s72-c/pooh+bear+003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838546569768246796.post-6277567134887229595</id><published>2009-04-04T10:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T10:54:37.549-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Juno</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_381uXszf9ZE/SdeYHfkU2HI/AAAAAAAAADg/ydvSlZXjE7M/s1600-h/me+008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320888739261896818" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_381uXszf9ZE/SdeYHfkU2HI/AAAAAAAAADg/ydvSlZXjE7M/s320/me+008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking I need a funny blog on here. So, I decided to tell you about my little baby girl! We got my Juno the month before I lost my my first baby. So, that should give you a hint on how spoiled the dog is. She became my baby! She lets me cradle her like a baby, she always has to be where I am in the house, and she hates me to leave!&lt;br /&gt;My sister came to live with us for a couple of months and she was having a hard time finding a job so I asked if she would keep the house clean(my husband at the time was a COMPLETE slob) then that would more than take care of the rent. Well, every morning I had two to say goodbye too. I would tell Dana goodbye and then I would kiss juno on the top of her head and tell her to be good for Dana. Dana said she would sit at the top of the stairs and wait until she heard the garage door close and then look right into Danas eye and pee. Dana would smack her on the butt and put her outside. She was convinced that Juno knew exactly what she was doing and challenging her. But in defense, my baby never pottied in the house when I was there!LOL! She would do it everyday to her. I found out every time I left even to the store, right after I had let her out to do her privite stuff, she would do that!&lt;br /&gt;Another thing that was funny about her, was that she was terrified of cats. We had lived in a condo, so we had to walk down kind of a hallway to the grass and at the end of the hallway  the cats would hide in the bushes and once Juno would get to them the cats would jump out at here and she would pee and yelp all the way back to the front door. My poor baby! I would have to laugh though!&lt;br /&gt;The one thing I have not been able to break her of is her barking. She just carries on and won't stop. She wakes Gunnar up all the time. So I decided to barrow a shock collar from my sister. I didn't have it tight enough at first, so I tightened it and she barked! She went screaming, not yipping or whinning, but screaming all the way back into the back room. I wanted to just cry! But she got used to it and now it doesn't have any effect on her. I just don't know how to stop it!&lt;br /&gt;But that is my baby girl in a nutshell!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8838546569768246796-6277567134887229595?l=drinksanddiapers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drinksanddiapers.blogspot.com/feeds/6277567134887229595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838546569768246796&amp;postID=6277567134887229595&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838546569768246796/posts/default/6277567134887229595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838546569768246796/posts/default/6277567134887229595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drinksanddiapers.blogspot.com/2009/04/juno.html' title='Juno'/><author><name>Candace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16857283872116646712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P_eMh4giS6Y/TnvidnCzfPI/AAAAAAAAAds/OeMj75-RCxI/s220/shot_1307137890202.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_381uXszf9ZE/SdeYHfkU2HI/AAAAAAAAADg/ydvSlZXjE7M/s72-c/me+008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838546569768246796.post-1614003864083871722</id><published>2009-04-01T11:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T11:29:27.658-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baking Soda!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_381uXszf9ZE/SdOwfv59c0I/AAAAAAAAADA/Rt3P5mYvVHQ/s1600-h/gunnar+010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_381uXszf9ZE/SdOwfv59c0I/AAAAAAAAADA/Rt3P5mYvVHQ/s200/gunnar+010.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319789644336689986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, every morning I get up make my coffee. Feed Gunnar, who is the happiest baby when he wakes up(I'm not looking forward to when that changes!) and then I turn on the music and we dance. I love to dance and it look like I'm rubbing off on Gunnar. So Cute! This morning I pulled out the camera trying to get a pic of him dancing, but when he see the camera he thinks oh I get a new toy. So he gets as close as possible and I only get shots of his eyeballs. This morning though I did something different. I made myself a mask and put it on my face and thought maybe someone out there in cyber space might like the recipe. I have very sensitive skin and I don't have alot of money to waste on facial products. So, I heard from the view one day about four years ago that Starr Jones(that tells you how long ago it was) used baking soda on her face everyday. Well, I tried it and it works so well. It's the only thing that doesn't make me break out even more. Then I decided to try and put an invigorating soap with it(the kind that makes your skin feel cold when you wash with it) and it was just a tiny bit with the baking soda. And I noticed with that combination it shrinks my pores down and keeps my skin clear! I like to play around with things, so I also found out that it you make a paste with it and put it on your pimple(I usually have the ones you think might have a gravitational pull) at night before you go to bed it dries the pimple out and makes it go buh-bye by morning! I like to play around with these things and it is wonderful when you can find things that work with out breaking your bank account!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_381uXszf9ZE/SdOwy_ic0jI/AAAAAAAAADI/taQLHyzHrw0/s1600-h/gunnar+013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_381uXszf9ZE/SdOwy_ic0jI/AAAAAAAAADI/taQLHyzHrw0/s200/gunnar+013.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319789974950564402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8838546569768246796-1614003864083871722?l=drinksanddiapers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drinksanddiapers.blogspot.com/feeds/1614003864083871722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838546569768246796&amp;postID=1614003864083871722&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838546569768246796/posts/default/1614003864083871722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838546569768246796/posts/default/1614003864083871722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drinksanddiapers.blogspot.com/2009/04/baking-soda.html' title='Baking Soda!!'/><author><name>Candace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16857283872116646712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P_eMh4giS6Y/TnvidnCzfPI/AAAAAAAAAds/OeMj75-RCxI/s220/shot_1307137890202.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_381uXszf9ZE/SdOwfv59c0I/AAAAAAAAADA/Rt3P5mYvVHQ/s72-c/gunnar+010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838546569768246796.post-3920235083361793577</id><published>2009-03-28T11:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T11:28:30.985-07:00</updated><title type='text'>White Pickett Fences</title><content type='html'>I thought everyone would have their white picketts if they tried and dreamed of it hard enough. Now, after trying for 4 years, I don't think the pickett fence is there to hold the love in. It might be there to hide all the bad things in their lives. No one has the perfect life. I realized that the day I went to pick up my little baby girl. We were driving home I was in the passanger seat and observing everyone in their cars laughing or just sitting there and they had no clue I was sitting there with my baby in my lap in a box. We have learned to put our fences up so everyone sees what we want them too. We are taught to put on the perfect clothes and have the perfect house that looks like it has never been dirty and pretend that we are truely happy. We wouldn't know what happiness was without the sadness. When I feel happy, I truely apreciate it, because it doesn't last, but you can always hope for more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.AllBlogTools.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.allblogtools.com/MiSc/Signature-Generator/holdz/z49ce6c02c6f71.gif" alt="Free Signature Generator" width="128" height="67" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style=" font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size:9px; text-decoration:none; color:#999999; padding:0px; margin:0px;" href="http://www.AllBlogTools.com/"&gt;Free Signature Generator&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8838546569768246796-3920235083361793577?l=drinksanddiapers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drinksanddiapers.blogspot.com/feeds/3920235083361793577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838546569768246796&amp;postID=3920235083361793577&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838546569768246796/posts/default/3920235083361793577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838546569768246796/posts/default/3920235083361793577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drinksanddiapers.blogspot.com/2009/03/white-pickett-fences.html' title='White Pickett Fences'/><author><name>Candace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16857283872116646712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P_eMh4giS6Y/TnvidnCzfPI/AAAAAAAAAds/OeMj75-RCxI/s220/shot_1307137890202.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838546569768246796.post-8029875309749428714</id><published>2009-03-17T13:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T13:14:19.378-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Poopy faces</title><content type='html'>It is so much fun being a mom. Gunnar can make me so mad and then he gives me that gorgeous smile and my heart melts. He can make me laugh with out even trying! He does this half smile while the vein in his forehead pops out when he stops everything to poop! I just laugh! Then he loves to laugh. I always get the dog to  run around in the morning and he laughs so hard and then trys himself to get her to run. The dog just looks at him like what are you doing and I have to laugh again. Then we dance every morning. I turn on the music and most one year olds bounce up and down and he does that sometimes but he actually spins in a circle and waves his hands in the air. It is the cutest thing in the world! Then the nights I don't work he goes through the kamikaze phase, because he gets tired. He starts getting really clumsy. It is cute also, even though he gets really frustrated.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8838546569768246796-8029875309749428714?l=drinksanddiapers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drinksanddiapers.blogspot.com/feeds/8029875309749428714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838546569768246796&amp;postID=8029875309749428714&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838546569768246796/posts/default/8029875309749428714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838546569768246796/posts/default/8029875309749428714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drinksanddiapers.blogspot.com/2009/03/poopy-faces.html' title='Poopy faces'/><author><name>Candace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16857283872116646712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P_eMh4giS6Y/TnvidnCzfPI/AAAAAAAAAds/OeMj75-RCxI/s220/shot_1307137890202.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838546569768246796.post-1119279608389647656</id><published>2009-03-14T12:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T13:51:16.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crashing</title><content type='html'>I believe we are put on this earth to touch people. My daughter, even though she was never alive out of my tummy, touched so many people through what I went through, to what actually happened to her. And I think with life being so busy and fast with how our sociaty is, we forget to reach out and touch the people around us until we just crash into each other! And sometimes that is the touching that we need to wake up and see how important lifes lessons are. I work in a place where you see people everyday at there worst or at the very best. And no one wants to take a look around and observe there surroundings and actually see that person sitting by themselves in the corner needing just anyone to look and see they are there and life is just crap, but they are there just to see if they could just crash into someone. To make them feel like there is a reason to keep on living. This man walked in to the bar the other day(he was very creepy) and I though from just looking at him he is bad news. He ordered his drinks then bought a whole bottle of peppermint schnapps and left. Then he came back and ordered some food and a pitcher of beer. He kind of scared me the way he looked at me and talked, but then I really started to observe him. He had long hair and a beard. He also had a marines jacket on.  I think he just wanted to be noticed, just anyone. Not like I wouldn't be scared if I saw him in a dark alley, but I could almost feel his loneliness. It's sad how we go and just look for that one touch to snap us out of what ever we are going through!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8838546569768246796-1119279608389647656?l=drinksanddiapers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drinksanddiapers.blogspot.com/feeds/1119279608389647656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838546569768246796&amp;postID=1119279608389647656&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838546569768246796/posts/default/1119279608389647656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838546569768246796/posts/default/1119279608389647656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drinksanddiapers.blogspot.com/2009/03/crashing.html' title='Crashing'/><author><name>Candace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16857283872116646712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P_eMh4giS6Y/TnvidnCzfPI/AAAAAAAAAds/OeMj75-RCxI/s220/shot_1307137890202.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838546569768246796.post-5086360738276381492</id><published>2009-03-12T11:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T19:28:03.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Old Fashioned!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_381uXszf9ZE/SblYUpYyc0I/AAAAAAAAACQ/XUL2vdjdFFk/s1600-h/in+the+pink.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312374347190661954" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 82px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 120px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_381uXszf9ZE/SblYUpYyc0I/AAAAAAAAACQ/XUL2vdjdFFk/s320/in+the+pink.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I work as a bartender most of the time at the local resturant here in town. And it boggles my mind how men really think. Is it just wyoming guys or is it all guys in general? I never ever get asked out on a date, but I do get asked (alot) if I would like to be some of the guys bed buddies. I am old fashioned and I don't think it says alot about me if I was to be someones buddy for the night. If I just wanted an orgasm I would get a vibrator. Men in general are pigs but when you add alcohol in them they get even worse! I would love a man to just ask me out on a date and not think that I was just some little harlet to be used. And yes I do work the bar and I am there to make a buck, but I talk to everyone about my son and how cute he is. How do they get that I would just want to sleep around. But the girls out here seem to do that. The guys don't think, can I get that girl, it's more like, okay I will wait my turn. You would think in a small town that is dominated mainly by men that women would be a little more picky and have alittle more respect for themselves!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8838546569768246796-5086360738276381492?l=drinksanddiapers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drinksanddiapers.blogspot.com/feeds/5086360738276381492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838546569768246796&amp;postID=5086360738276381492&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838546569768246796/posts/default/5086360738276381492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838546569768246796/posts/default/5086360738276381492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drinksanddiapers.blogspot.com/2009/03/old-fashioned.html' title='Old Fashioned!'/><author><name>Candace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16857283872116646712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P_eMh4giS6Y/TnvidnCzfPI/AAAAAAAAAds/OeMj75-RCxI/s220/shot_1307137890202.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_381uXszf9ZE/SblYUpYyc0I/AAAAAAAAACQ/XUL2vdjdFFk/s72-c/in+the+pink.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838546569768246796.post-604144198123306362</id><published>2009-03-10T12:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T12:47:42.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cute little Boys</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_381uXszf9ZE/SbbDNNimV2I/AAAAAAAAACA/mnVIKGTj-9o/s1600-h/3-9-09+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311647442270574434" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_381uXszf9ZE/SbbDNNimV2I/AAAAAAAAACA/mnVIKGTj-9o/s320/3-9-09+002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_381uXszf9ZE/SbbCj3bIPSI/AAAAAAAAAB4/t0N-9NfcohQ/s1600-h/3-9-09+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's funny, little boys have always been attracted to me. They always act shy and have to stand by me. I used to babysit for the cutest little toehead you've ever seen. He would run around the house, then stop in front of me and say "I Love you" and then run around the house again and then do it over again. Gunnar is different though! He does things to make my heart with up with so much love I think it will just burst right out of my chest. I wake up in the morning make my coffee, make Gunnar some breakfast, then we go in the family room and turn on the music and we dance and play all morning. And if I am just having a hard day he will play with himself and then come over periodically and give me a big hug and sit on my lap for a second and then play some more. He has me wrapped around is little finger and I love it!!&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/8838546569768246796-604144198123306362?l=drinksanddiapers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drinksanddiapers.blogspot.com/feeds/604144198123306362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838546569768246796&amp;postID=604144198123306362&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838546569768246796/posts/default/604144198123306362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838546569768246796/posts/default/604144198123306362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drinksanddiapers.blogspot.com/2009/03/cute-little-boys.html' title='Cute little Boys'/><author><name>Candace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16857283872116646712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P_eMh4giS6Y/TnvidnCzfPI/AAAAAAAAAds/OeMj75-RCxI/s220/shot_1307137890202.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_381uXszf9ZE/SbbDNNimV2I/AAAAAAAAACA/mnVIKGTj-9o/s72-c/3-9-09+002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838546569768246796.post-4989936023894880229</id><published>2009-03-10T12:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T12:28:06.255-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Man in the Moon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_381uXszf9ZE/Sba9vPCIY0I/AAAAAAAAABw/mltd2Ixv2hA/s1600-h/moon_11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311641429717050178" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_381uXszf9ZE/Sba9vPCIY0I/AAAAAAAAABw/mltd2Ixv2hA/s320/moon_11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wouldn't you just love to hide away for a while on the moon. That is what I thought of when I saw this picture! To just get away and relax from all the bills, men, problems at work, and the messy house that desparately needs to be cleaned. I like the thought of an escape sometimes, but then what good is a break when you get back and it is all there and maybe some more.  But this picture also invokes a thought of finally finding that man in the moon. That perfect someone to help you through all the trials and tribulations. We all dream of our fairy tale endings, but no one ever talks about after. When prince charming is drunk and passed out on the bed while the baby is screaming and your ready to pull your hair out. I think Disney did a bad thing for little girls. They made us believe everything would turn out perfect. They never taught us that life, not just relationships, takes hard work and that we will have our happy endings even if its not what we planned on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8838546569768246796-4989936023894880229?l=drinksanddiapers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drinksanddiapers.blogspot.com/feeds/4989936023894880229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838546569768246796&amp;postID=4989936023894880229&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838546569768246796/posts/default/4989936023894880229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838546569768246796/posts/default/4989936023894880229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drinksanddiapers.blogspot.com/2009/03/man-in-moon.html' title='Man in the Moon'/><author><name>Candace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16857283872116646712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P_eMh4giS6Y/TnvidnCzfPI/AAAAAAAAAds/OeMj75-RCxI/s220/shot_1307137890202.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_381uXszf9ZE/Sba9vPCIY0I/AAAAAAAAABw/mltd2Ixv2hA/s72-c/moon_11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838546569768246796.post-725462283348068733</id><published>2009-03-08T12:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T23:00:17.427-07:00</updated><title type='text'>loneliness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_381uXszf9ZE/SbQmCQsuDFI/AAAAAAAAABA/5ovExqn4frY/s1600-h/IMG025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310911680860785746" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_381uXszf9ZE/SbQmCQsuDFI/AAAAAAAAABA/5ovExqn4frY/s320/IMG025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is this man that comes into the resturant every night. He has his martini, then his glass of red wine and then he orders his burnt rare sirlion with either brocoli or asparagas. Then I worked the other morning as a waitress and found out that he sits in his spot at the bar and orders his lunch. He is a bitter man, but I can get him to warm up when I bartend or waitress. He seems like a good man, just very lonely! I wonder will I end up like that, just going out to a resturant every night just to have some conversation with anyone. Or will I end up being that crazy cat woman. It is really hard to be a single mom. Don't get me wrong, I love Gunnar more than anything! But sometimes I feel like I need some adult conversation. Out here people are different. I have tons of offers to be somebodies bed buddy, but none to even just go out on a date. But the other night I bartended, and the group that comes in every friday came in and they actually asked me to go to the local bar with them. It was a change! But I had to go pick Gunnar up and my exhusband is always there so I said no. Maybe I am doomed to be alone the rest of my life, who knows. But hopefully Gunnar will always love me and will keep me from being too lonely!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8838546569768246796-725462283348068733?l=drinksanddiapers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drinksanddiapers.blogspot.com/feeds/725462283348068733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838546569768246796&amp;postID=725462283348068733&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838546569768246796/posts/default/725462283348068733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838546569768246796/posts/default/725462283348068733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drinksanddiapers.blogspot.com/2009/03/loneliness.html' title='loneliness'/><author><name>Candace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16857283872116646712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P_eMh4giS6Y/TnvidnCzfPI/AAAAAAAAAds/OeMj75-RCxI/s220/shot_1307137890202.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_381uXszf9ZE/SbQmCQsuDFI/AAAAAAAAABA/5ovExqn4frY/s72-c/IMG025.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838546569768246796.post-4028704289295728306</id><published>2009-03-05T22:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T00:36:42.153-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How Gunnar and I came to be!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_381uXszf9ZE/SbN_GxbWxlI/AAAAAAAAAA4/SBU5FJpwwTw/s1600-h/IMG009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310728139923965522" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_381uXszf9ZE/SbN_GxbWxlI/AAAAAAAAAA4/SBU5FJpwwTw/s320/IMG009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went through a lot to finally end up with the love of my life. I got married at 20, way to young in my opinion! My newly exhusband and I had a rough start with money and alcohol. We ended up pregnant seven months later(or so that is what the doctor said, I believe I was pregnant a little sooner).  I decided I would leave David because he was drinking us out of house and home and then he talked me into coming back. I was under so much stress from him and everyday stuff I ended up having a still born at 34 weeks of pregnancy. We named her Achaella Brises.  That really took a toll on me. I really didn't want to get over her death. I ended up never sleeping and having to take sleeping pills for about a year. I made really bad choices, like drinking too much. Then my parents moved to Greybull, wyoming. David begged me to move up there so we could be closer, why he did this I have no clue. I continually said no. I was to scared to move anywhere other than where I was from. So on halloween night I spent five hours on the 241 and 91 freeways and I said this is going to kill me. I can't do it any longer. So we moved here to greybull from california. I ended up getting pregnant not even a month later. Then 7 weeks later I miscarried while my husband was passed out in bed. So, I was devasted! I thought how can I put myself through this any longer. So, I looked into adopting, because I wanted a baby so badly. But we couldn't afford it. Davids drinking got ten times worse, so I left! And I wasn't going to let him persuade me back again. Then I found out that I was pregnant! I thought well how can I do it on my own, so I went back again! Things didn't change, and Then once I had Gunnar he got even worse. I sent david to rehab and it didn't work. So now I live with my Gorgeous Gunnar! He keeps me busy(that is for sure, haha). And I wouldn't change anything! I wouldn't know what to do without Gunnar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8838546569768246796-4028704289295728306?l=drinksanddiapers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drinksanddiapers.blogspot.com/feeds/4028704289295728306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838546569768246796&amp;postID=4028704289295728306&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838546569768246796/posts/default/4028704289295728306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838546569768246796/posts/default/4028704289295728306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drinksanddiapers.blogspot.com/2009/03/gunnar-and-i.html' title='How Gunnar and I came to be!'/><author><name>Candace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16857283872116646712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P_eMh4giS6Y/TnvidnCzfPI/AAAAAAAAAds/OeMj75-RCxI/s220/shot_1307137890202.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_381uXszf9ZE/SbN_GxbWxlI/AAAAAAAAAA4/SBU5FJpwwTw/s72-c/IMG009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
