<?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-2523612867883121473</id><updated>2012-01-21T15:56:25.663-08:00</updated><category term='Homeschool'/><category term='Motherhood'/><category term='Kids'/><category term='Nana'/><category term='public school'/><category term='Lupus'/><category term='Children'/><category term='SLE'/><category term='family'/><category term='life'/><title type='text'>Mommy's Broken: Life with Lupus</title><subtitle type='html'>This is my journey as a mother with lupus. Being a mommy is hard enough for any healthy women, but lupus adds a whole new set of challenges and struggles. This will be my space to talk about all the ups and downs of life.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommysbroken.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2523612867883121473/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommysbroken.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2523612867883121473/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>dizzydownward</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10706638782271751737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m5dti7dOTrk/TepSFkuk2vI/AAAAAAAAAEE/uhxBnh9Yk80/s220/008.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>108</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2523612867883121473.post-2206288142430183616</id><published>2011-08-19T07:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-19T08:17:08.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I hate my lawyer, I hate my judge. I know they don't know my personal situation but do they have to take forever. I don't see what the issue is now, before there might be some question but now it's kinda cut and dry. Arg.So this weekend we are doing Red, White and Tuna as a fundraiser for Grandview Pine YMCA. I hope I have enough energy to make it thru. While sitting here my daughter is play "</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommysbroken.blogspot.com/feeds/2206288142430183616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mommysbroken.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-hate-my-lawyer-i-hate-my-judge.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2523612867883121473/posts/default/2206288142430183616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2523612867883121473/posts/default/2206288142430183616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommysbroken.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-hate-my-lawyer-i-hate-my-judge.html' title=''/><author><name>dizzydownward</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10706638782271751737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m5dti7dOTrk/TepSFkuk2vI/AAAAAAAAAEE/uhxBnh9Yk80/s220/008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2523612867883121473.post-1825786918951961526</id><published>2011-08-17T18:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-17T18:16:11.765-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MCTD</title><summary type='text'>I talk about how much lupus sucks but I don't often get to talk about my Mixed Connective Tissue Disease. Today it hurts. Today I feel like I'm dying. my hips are killing me. They are throbbing. I can't keep my balance. I can't walk to the bathroom. I don't usually cry from pain. I didn't even stop cracking jokes when they where digging around in my arm. But this makes me cry. I hurts sooo badly.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommysbroken.blogspot.com/feeds/1825786918951961526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mommysbroken.blogspot.com/2011/08/mctd.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2523612867883121473/posts/default/1825786918951961526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2523612867883121473/posts/default/1825786918951961526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommysbroken.blogspot.com/2011/08/mctd.html' title='MCTD'/><author><name>dizzydownward</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10706638782271751737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m5dti7dOTrk/TepSFkuk2vI/AAAAAAAAAEE/uhxBnh9Yk80/s220/008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2523612867883121473.post-6544591328421038608</id><published>2011-08-13T21:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-13T21:23:56.375-07:00</updated><title type='text'>20G</title><summary type='text'>If you are a chronically sick person you may have some idea what 20G means. I went to the ER on Thursday. They needed to get a 20G IV started so they could run a very important test to make sure I didn't have a blood clot in my lungs. They tried 13times to get on started. They even brought in a sonar machine to get look at deeper ones, which still didn't work. Ended up not being able to do the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommysbroken.blogspot.com/feeds/6544591328421038608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mommysbroken.blogspot.com/2011/08/20g.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2523612867883121473/posts/default/6544591328421038608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2523612867883121473/posts/default/6544591328421038608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommysbroken.blogspot.com/2011/08/20g.html' title='20G'/><author><name>dizzydownward</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10706638782271751737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m5dti7dOTrk/TepSFkuk2vI/AAAAAAAAAEE/uhxBnh9Yk80/s220/008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2523612867883121473.post-4951869566601925815</id><published>2011-08-09T11:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-09T12:19:09.821-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I Miss...</title><summary type='text'>I miss mornings. 6am... I miss early mornings. I use to be a morning person. I loved mornings. I MISS them. I never enjoyed midnight or late nights but mornings. Something about early mornings. There is an energy in the air, all the possibilities of a whole day ahead. I miss getting up, enjoying sitting outside and then taking a shower. Thinking about all the things I can get done that day. 6am </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommysbroken.blogspot.com/feeds/4951869566601925815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mommysbroken.blogspot.com/2011/08/things-i-miss.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2523612867883121473/posts/default/4951869566601925815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2523612867883121473/posts/default/4951869566601925815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommysbroken.blogspot.com/2011/08/things-i-miss.html' title='Things I Miss...'/><author><name>dizzydownward</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10706638782271751737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m5dti7dOTrk/TepSFkuk2vI/AAAAAAAAAEE/uhxBnh9Yk80/s220/008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2523612867883121473.post-8233209680346474060</id><published>2011-08-03T09:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-03T09:51:23.228-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes good things happen.</title><summary type='text'>I got a call yesterday. A friend of the family signed us up for a possible hardship scholarship thru a homeschool provider. We got the scholarship! It includes 150dollars in credit for their store and a 500dollar check to spend however we need to. I knew we were going to homeschool no matter what but this just makes life so much easier. It is wonderful to get good news in the middle of all this </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommysbroken.blogspot.com/feeds/8233209680346474060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mommysbroken.blogspot.com/2011/08/sometimes-good-things-happen.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2523612867883121473/posts/default/8233209680346474060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2523612867883121473/posts/default/8233209680346474060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommysbroken.blogspot.com/2011/08/sometimes-good-things-happen.html' title='Sometimes good things happen.'/><author><name>dizzydownward</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10706638782271751737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m5dti7dOTrk/TepSFkuk2vI/AAAAAAAAAEE/uhxBnh9Yk80/s220/008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2523612867883121473.post-6907855076948290782</id><published>2011-07-24T07:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-24T08:16:04.107-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today</title><summary type='text'>I want to go to church. This is the second Sunday in a row that I have woken up to a totally broken body. My mind is wide awake, but the body is laying in bed unable to move. I miss the days when I could choose what I wanted to do.I also want juice. I bought some awesome juice a few days ago. I was really looking forward to it. I get a huge glass, I know I am going to enjoy the juice. NOPE... </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommysbroken.blogspot.com/feeds/6907855076948290782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mommysbroken.blogspot.com/2011/07/today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2523612867883121473/posts/default/6907855076948290782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2523612867883121473/posts/default/6907855076948290782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommysbroken.blogspot.com/2011/07/today.html' title='Today'/><author><name>dizzydownward</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10706638782271751737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m5dti7dOTrk/TepSFkuk2vI/AAAAAAAAAEE/uhxBnh9Yk80/s220/008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2523612867883121473.post-8393998449635752749</id><published>2011-07-19T20:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-19T20:57:28.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life goes on</title><summary type='text'>Went to my cardiologist (who won't be my cardiologist after today.) This is the guy who told me in February that basically I was lazy. I was sent to him in Feb. due to my symptoms and he did a heart echo and then a stress test, according to him he didn't find anything wrong. Then by June I was in full blown PAH, like thru the roof pressures. So my rehumy asked me to go back to him. I agree, but </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommysbroken.blogspot.com/feeds/8393998449635752749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mommysbroken.blogspot.com/2011/07/life-goes-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2523612867883121473/posts/default/8393998449635752749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2523612867883121473/posts/default/8393998449635752749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommysbroken.blogspot.com/2011/07/life-goes-on.html' title='Life goes on'/><author><name>dizzydownward</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10706638782271751737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m5dti7dOTrk/TepSFkuk2vI/AAAAAAAAAEE/uhxBnh9Yk80/s220/008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2523612867883121473.post-4787117582854710312</id><published>2011-07-17T21:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T21:39:00.099-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't wanna!</title><summary type='text'>I cry. It seems like that's all I can do these days. It's pointless to cry. In fact its a waste of time. But I can't seem to help myself. I get assured that it is totally normal. In fact most people tell me they have no clue how I deal with it. They say that they'd take it much harder."How are you doing?""I'm dying, much sooner than later. How would you be?"I feel so cynical. Maybe it does make </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommysbroken.blogspot.com/feeds/4787117582854710312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mommysbroken.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-dont-wanna.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2523612867883121473/posts/default/4787117582854710312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2523612867883121473/posts/default/4787117582854710312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommysbroken.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-dont-wanna.html' title='I don&apos;t wanna!'/><author><name>dizzydownward</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10706638782271751737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m5dti7dOTrk/TepSFkuk2vI/AAAAAAAAAEE/uhxBnh9Yk80/s220/008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2523612867883121473.post-7128982577885087009</id><published>2011-06-24T15:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-24T16:14:22.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How quickly things change</title><summary type='text'>I ended up in the hospital June 8th. My Rehumy had been trying to get a ct with dye, she finally sent me to the er to get it done. Well good thing she did. We didn't find any blood clots in my lungs, which at 1st sounded great. Now I would take blood clots over what they actually found out I have. Drum Roll...... I have Pulmonary Artery Hypertension. Another chronic, incurable, progressive, and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommysbroken.blogspot.com/feeds/7128982577885087009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mommysbroken.blogspot.com/2011/06/how-quickly-things-change.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2523612867883121473/posts/default/7128982577885087009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2523612867883121473/posts/default/7128982577885087009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommysbroken.blogspot.com/2011/06/how-quickly-things-change.html' title='How quickly things change'/><author><name>dizzydownward</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10706638782271751737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m5dti7dOTrk/TepSFkuk2vI/AAAAAAAAAEE/uhxBnh9Yk80/s220/008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2523612867883121473.post-8779021712123921838</id><published>2011-06-05T16:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-05T16:54:47.471-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The sermon at church today was spot on. It was about anger managment. I know I needed it, especially with my upcoming drs appointment. I am not happy with my dr right now, it feels like she doesn't care what I am going thru. It wouldn't upset me so badly if it wasn't affecting my life. I am working on a lot of things but I have to let David and my friends do things I would normally do.Watching a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommysbroken.blogspot.com/feeds/8779021712123921838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mommysbroken.blogspot.com/2011/06/sermon-at-church-today-was-spot-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2523612867883121473/posts/default/8779021712123921838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2523612867883121473/posts/default/8779021712123921838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommysbroken.blogspot.com/2011/06/sermon-at-church-today-was-spot-on.html' title=''/><author><name>dizzydownward</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10706638782271751737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m5dti7dOTrk/TepSFkuk2vI/AAAAAAAAAEE/uhxBnh9Yk80/s220/008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2523612867883121473.post-4491959082888894092</id><published>2011-06-04T07:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-04T08:20:15.577-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I read a book that my pastor and a few other members of my church suggested. They said it was a good book and that I would get alot out of it. I swear this is the only 'warning' I got about the book. Now that I am done I believe everyone should read it! Talk about a life changing book. Erwin McManus' The Barbarian Way, my advice pick it up and read it. I am not going to give you a sneak peak, you</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommysbroken.blogspot.com/feeds/4491959082888894092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mommysbroken.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-read-book-that-my-pastor-and-few.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2523612867883121473/posts/default/4491959082888894092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2523612867883121473/posts/default/4491959082888894092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommysbroken.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-read-book-that-my-pastor-and-few.html' title=''/><author><name>dizzydownward</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10706638782271751737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m5dti7dOTrk/TepSFkuk2vI/AAAAAAAAAEE/uhxBnh9Yk80/s220/008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2523612867883121473.post-8806458734795969063</id><published>2011-04-22T11:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T11:54:05.191-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Homeschool'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='public school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lupus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids'/><title type='text'>Updates</title><summary type='text'>It has been a long time since I have blogged. Life has been on fast forward for the past 6months. We have been homeless, taken in, found a theatre to be apart of, and starting going to church. My lupus has been really active and I have been put on tons of meds, but we still can't get it under control. My doctor is taking forever to figure out what is currently wrong with me. I have a major issue </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommysbroken.blogspot.com/feeds/8806458734795969063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mommysbroken.blogspot.com/2011/04/updates.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2523612867883121473/posts/default/8806458734795969063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2523612867883121473/posts/default/8806458734795969063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommysbroken.blogspot.com/2011/04/updates.html' title='Updates'/><author><name>dizzydownward</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10706638782271751737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m5dti7dOTrk/TepSFkuk2vI/AAAAAAAAAEE/uhxBnh9Yk80/s220/008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2523612867883121473.post-1206802799589082669</id><published>2010-10-21T10:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T11:04:30.311-07:00</updated><title type='text'>School Daze</title><summary type='text'>Both of my daughters are in school this year. Rabbit started kindergarden and Pooh is in the second grade.  They are only 13months apart in age. Pooh started school right after she turned 5. Her birthday is June 18th.  My mother started me right after I turned 5 also (my bday is June 21st). Mother regreted this decision till I was in high school and finally caught up. To this day she tells me she</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommysbroken.blogspot.com/feeds/1206802799589082669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mommysbroken.blogspot.com/2010/10/school-daze.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2523612867883121473/posts/default/1206802799589082669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2523612867883121473/posts/default/1206802799589082669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommysbroken.blogspot.com/2010/10/school-daze.html' title='School Daze'/><author><name>dizzydownward</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10706638782271751737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m5dti7dOTrk/TepSFkuk2vI/AAAAAAAAAEE/uhxBnh9Yk80/s220/008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2523612867883121473.post-1080952999902632091</id><published>2010-10-20T12:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T12:56:40.039-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Seriously!</title><summary type='text'>If I have one more person look at me and ask "Do you really hurt THAT much?" I might just scream and cry. I hate people who can't seem to get it. It hurts far more when its your own family. My grandparents are from the old school of young people can't hurt that much. I have told them and tried to explain what SLE is and how it affects the body but in their little world I don't really feel THAT </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommysbroken.blogspot.com/feeds/1080952999902632091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mommysbroken.blogspot.com/2010/10/seriously.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2523612867883121473/posts/default/1080952999902632091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2523612867883121473/posts/default/1080952999902632091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommysbroken.blogspot.com/2010/10/seriously.html' title='Seriously!'/><author><name>dizzydownward</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10706638782271751737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m5dti7dOTrk/TepSFkuk2vI/AAAAAAAAAEE/uhxBnh9Yk80/s220/008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2523612867883121473.post-7411333316947513349</id><published>2010-09-29T09:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T10:05:51.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Enjoying it.</title><summary type='text'>Lupus Sucks! Not having money sucks! There is a long list of things that just suck. Despite all this things sometimes life is just nice. Like these past few days. Went to the movies with my girls and Daddy Z. Enjoyed it and didn't get sick or anything. Then we went bowling Tuesday. Gwyn had a dentist appointment that morning and all her teeth are wonderful. She has two or three thinking about </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommysbroken.blogspot.com/feeds/7411333316947513349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mommysbroken.blogspot.com/2010/09/enjoying-it.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2523612867883121473/posts/default/7411333316947513349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2523612867883121473/posts/default/7411333316947513349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommysbroken.blogspot.com/2010/09/enjoying-it.html' title='Enjoying it.'/><author><name>dizzydownward</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10706638782271751737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m5dti7dOTrk/TepSFkuk2vI/AAAAAAAAAEE/uhxBnh9Yk80/s220/008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2523612867883121473.post-2594030510985870543</id><published>2010-09-23T08:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-23T08:43:59.425-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life isn't fair!</title><summary type='text'>Simple things in life SUCK. Like going to the fair with my girls and feeling like I got ran over by a truck. It takes one more adult than child when I take my girls out, because I don't count. I can't run after them or ride with them. I just go because I love to watch my girls have a good time. But the amount of time spend getting ready is annoying. Who wants to have to go thru a check list of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommysbroken.blogspot.com/feeds/2594030510985870543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mommysbroken.blogspot.com/2010/09/life-isnt-fair.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2523612867883121473/posts/default/2594030510985870543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2523612867883121473/posts/default/2594030510985870543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommysbroken.blogspot.com/2010/09/life-isnt-fair.html' title='Life isn&apos;t fair!'/><author><name>dizzydownward</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10706638782271751737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m5dti7dOTrk/TepSFkuk2vI/AAAAAAAAAEE/uhxBnh9Yk80/s220/008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2523612867883121473.post-7088584687111803228</id><published>2010-09-17T16:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-17T17:11:38.812-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Taking Lupus bowling.</title><summary type='text'>Ugh. I remember growing up that my mother bowled. She had her own ball and shoes. I remember going bowling growing up. I enjoyed it. It has been YEARS, we are talking 10years, since I have gone bowling. They are running a special at our bowling alley, 2dollars a game. We load the girls up and went with our good friends to play a few games. I was so scared that I didn't  even play the 1st game. I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommysbroken.blogspot.com/feeds/7088584687111803228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mommysbroken.blogspot.com/2010/09/taking-lupus-bowling.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2523612867883121473/posts/default/7088584687111803228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2523612867883121473/posts/default/7088584687111803228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommysbroken.blogspot.com/2010/09/taking-lupus-bowling.html' title='Taking Lupus bowling.'/><author><name>dizzydownward</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10706638782271751737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m5dti7dOTrk/TepSFkuk2vI/AAAAAAAAAEE/uhxBnh9Yk80/s220/008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2523612867883121473.post-7759119923499215256</id><published>2010-09-15T12:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T12:55:05.198-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Making Plans</title><summary type='text'>I love the fall. I spend all year waiting for it to cool off so I can enjoy the outside. Heat and cold suck. So I am trying to make plans for ever weekend in Oct. So far I want to do the Zoo one weekend and the Pumpkin Patch another. I got my wheel chair out of storage. That will make the Zoo alot easier but I don't see it working at the Pumpkin Patch (err.)Our theatre group is going to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommysbroken.blogspot.com/feeds/7759119923499215256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mommysbroken.blogspot.com/2010/09/making-plans.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2523612867883121473/posts/default/7759119923499215256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2523612867883121473/posts/default/7759119923499215256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommysbroken.blogspot.com/2010/09/making-plans.html' title='Making Plans'/><author><name>dizzydownward</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10706638782271751737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m5dti7dOTrk/TepSFkuk2vI/AAAAAAAAAEE/uhxBnh9Yk80/s220/008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2523612867883121473.post-738611561695626133</id><published>2010-09-08T18:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T18:13:50.748-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures.</title><summary type='text'>I had a friend of mine take some girly pictures today. Tomorrow we are going to have the whole family photos done, CAN"T WAIT. I hope I feel up to it. I mean I hate to not look my best for pictures. I dont want all the girls memories of me to be of pain.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommysbroken.blogspot.com/feeds/738611561695626133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mommysbroken.blogspot.com/2010/09/pictures.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2523612867883121473/posts/default/738611561695626133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2523612867883121473/posts/default/738611561695626133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommysbroken.blogspot.com/2010/09/pictures.html' title='Pictures.'/><author><name>dizzydownward</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10706638782271751737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m5dti7dOTrk/TepSFkuk2vI/AAAAAAAAAEE/uhxBnh9Yk80/s220/008.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mOlpDgwBEv8/TIg0jLnQ8xI/AAAAAAAAADQ/v4D-0RFKds0/s72-c/gwyn+n+rory.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2523612867883121473.post-2019459036258571971</id><published>2010-08-31T10:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T10:48:08.874-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick Baby</title><summary type='text'>My youngest is sick. She woke up yesterday with a fever and a dry cough. Today wasn't any better. Usually I wait and let her body fight it off but I don't want her to miss school. I took her to the dr and he gave her antibiotics (ugh!) and something for her cough. She should be good to go tomorrow.Its such an issue having sick kids. When your a healthy mommy you don't think anything about your </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommysbroken.blogspot.com/feeds/2019459036258571971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mommysbroken.blogspot.com/2010/08/sick-baby.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2523612867883121473/posts/default/2019459036258571971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2523612867883121473/posts/default/2019459036258571971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommysbroken.blogspot.com/2010/08/sick-baby.html' title='Sick Baby'/><author><name>dizzydownward</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10706638782271751737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m5dti7dOTrk/TepSFkuk2vI/AAAAAAAAAEE/uhxBnh9Yk80/s220/008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2523612867883121473.post-4851605040962721004</id><published>2010-08-29T14:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T14:15:57.072-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wonderful weekend.</title><summary type='text'>Sold our junk car yesterday. Yippie. Wasn't doing us any good sitting there so we got rid of it and made some cash. Then went with the girls and friends to the water park. School started two weeks ago but this was our last 'summer' adventure. It was a blast. The company was perfect, as always. The park was perfect for the kids and had shade so I could hide. I still ended up broke out but it was </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommysbroken.blogspot.com/feeds/4851605040962721004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mommysbroken.blogspot.com/2010/08/wonderful-weekend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2523612867883121473/posts/default/4851605040962721004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2523612867883121473/posts/default/4851605040962721004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommysbroken.blogspot.com/2010/08/wonderful-weekend.html' title='Wonderful weekend.'/><author><name>dizzydownward</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10706638782271751737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m5dti7dOTrk/TepSFkuk2vI/AAAAAAAAAEE/uhxBnh9Yk80/s220/008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2523612867883121473.post-5749478431778088480</id><published>2010-08-27T07:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T07:58:29.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just one of those days....</title><summary type='text'>I guess I over did it yesterday. My arms hurt. My shoulders can bearly move. I had to take double my normal does of pain medications. I hate doing that but who really wants to be bedridden. Besides who is going to do Gwyn's hair if my hands don't work. She loves coming to Mommy's because Mommy does her hair extra girly.I have a new appointment for a new Rehumy in November. I love how you have to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommysbroken.blogspot.com/feeds/5749478431778088480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mommysbroken.blogspot.com/2010/08/just-one-of-those-days.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2523612867883121473/posts/default/5749478431778088480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2523612867883121473/posts/default/5749478431778088480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommysbroken.blogspot.com/2010/08/just-one-of-those-days.html' title='Just one of those days....'/><author><name>dizzydownward</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10706638782271751737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m5dti7dOTrk/TepSFkuk2vI/AAAAAAAAAEE/uhxBnh9Yk80/s220/008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2523612867883121473.post-4500917089655678968</id><published>2010-08-25T20:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T20:38:30.999-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And the rollercoaster goes another round...</title><summary type='text'>and around it keeps going.  I am having to wait for November to start taking Cellcept again. I took it for a month and that was the best 28days I have had in... drum roll... 8years. I feel bad that I couldn't have been better for my ex-daddy Z (health wise and emotionally). And sometimes it hits me how hard this is on the people who love me. I know I have a few people who have been with me for a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommysbroken.blogspot.com/feeds/4500917089655678968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mommysbroken.blogspot.com/2010/08/and-rollercoaster-goes-another-round.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2523612867883121473/posts/default/4500917089655678968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2523612867883121473/posts/default/4500917089655678968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommysbroken.blogspot.com/2010/08/and-rollercoaster-goes-another-round.html' title='And the rollercoaster goes another round...'/><author><name>dizzydownward</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10706638782271751737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m5dti7dOTrk/TepSFkuk2vI/AAAAAAAAAEE/uhxBnh9Yk80/s220/008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2523612867883121473.post-3613141792064226597</id><published>2010-04-25T12:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T12:30:55.261-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hope</title><summary type='text'>I have never in 6years said the word remission. Its never been something I thought about. I wouldn't get my hopes up that high. I have always just wanted control. Nothing to amazing just basic control. But today the thought of remission doesn't seem like such a strange idea. Maybe Cellcept is doing the job. I kinda feel like Karen, the Karen that exsisted years ago before I was prego.I'm excited.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommysbroken.blogspot.com/feeds/3613141792064226597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mommysbroken.blogspot.com/2010/04/hope.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2523612867883121473/posts/default/3613141792064226597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2523612867883121473/posts/default/3613141792064226597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommysbroken.blogspot.com/2010/04/hope.html' title='Hope'/><author><name>dizzydownward</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10706638782271751737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m5dti7dOTrk/TepSFkuk2vI/AAAAAAAAAEE/uhxBnh9Yk80/s220/008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2523612867883121473.post-7239955578586214298</id><published>2010-04-23T13:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T13:45:31.608-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lawyer</title><summary type='text'>Got some good news today. My appeal will official be filed today. I have hope about this so maybe it will workout. Maybe.I wanted to go to an event tomorrow, Magic City Art Connection, but if its sunny I will burn and if its raining then we can't go. Guess that means I am staying home. Damn It. I hate feeling up for something and then ending up unable to go because of my SLE.I am suppose to go </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommysbroken.blogspot.com/feeds/7239955578586214298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mommysbroken.blogspot.com/2010/04/lawyer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2523612867883121473/posts/default/7239955578586214298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2523612867883121473/posts/default/7239955578586214298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommysbroken.blogspot.com/2010/04/lawyer.html' title='Lawyer'/><author><name>dizzydownward</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10706638782271751737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m5dti7dOTrk/TepSFkuk2vI/AAAAAAAAAEE/uhxBnh9Yk80/s220/008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2523612867883121473.post-1770072524681454895</id><published>2010-04-22T21:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T21:25:13.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving</title><summary type='text'>In all my Cellcept pain I forgot to tell you about the fact that our landlord is kicking us out. We where living without a lease, which didn't seem like an issue. Then our landlord calls and says we have to be out asap because he is selling the place and the people are going to start moving their stuff in next week. WTF! Well we where going to move in June, but I got denied my disability so we </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommysbroken.blogspot.com/feeds/1770072524681454895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mommysbroken.blogspot.com/2010/04/moving.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2523612867883121473/posts/default/1770072524681454895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2523612867883121473/posts/default/1770072524681454895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommysbroken.blogspot.com/2010/04/moving.html' title='Moving'/><author><name>dizzydownward</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10706638782271751737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m5dti7dOTrk/TepSFkuk2vI/AAAAAAAAAEE/uhxBnh9Yk80/s220/008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2523612867883121473.post-6670019496131172912</id><published>2010-04-21T20:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T20:10:05.974-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing like vomit</title><summary type='text'>I hate Cellcept. I know that sounds mean but honestly I don't like being sick to my stomach. I hate throwing up and would really rather do just about anything else. So I started this morning. I am going to give it a week. About after an hour I started being sick and stayed sick til two hours before I had to take it again. Which really upset me. Now Its been three hours and I am getting sick again</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommysbroken.blogspot.com/feeds/6670019496131172912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mommysbroken.blogspot.com/2010/04/nothing-like-vomit.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2523612867883121473/posts/default/6670019496131172912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2523612867883121473/posts/default/6670019496131172912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommysbroken.blogspot.com/2010/04/nothing-like-vomit.html' title='Nothing like vomit'/><author><name>dizzydownward</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10706638782271751737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m5dti7dOTrk/TepSFkuk2vI/AAAAAAAAAEE/uhxBnh9Yk80/s220/008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2523612867883121473.post-8415329245143831558</id><published>2010-04-20T08:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T08:11:28.678-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Good Morning. My daughters where looking very cute this morning and I wanted to share that. I use to be a morning person, before Lupus. I use to bound out of bed with energy, ready to face my day. Now... well now I crawl out of bed (on a good day) and take a handful of pills before I even make it to the bathroom. Today I acted like my old self. I got up early and woke everyone up. Then turned </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommysbroken.blogspot.com/feeds/8415329245143831558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mommysbroken.blogspot.com/2010/04/good-morning.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2523612867883121473/posts/default/8415329245143831558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2523612867883121473/posts/default/8415329245143831558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommysbroken.blogspot.com/2010/04/good-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>dizzydownward</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10706638782271751737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m5dti7dOTrk/TepSFkuk2vI/AAAAAAAAAEE/uhxBnh9Yk80/s220/008.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mOlpDgwBEv8/S83DCxfEvPI/AAAAAAAAADA/oXlOtgzKMdA/s72-c/042020101.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2523612867883121473.post-3412140080813832245</id><published>2010-04-16T08:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T08:59:34.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In and Out</title><summary type='text'>Screamed until my face way blue and nothing happened. On to plan B, talked to my lawyer yesterday. They haven't recieved the denial yet. I am sending them a copy of mine. They will review it and start my appeal. I have no doubt that it will work out. Just pissed that it is going to take longer than expected. But they thats the life right. Something you use to be able to do in 30mins now take </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommysbroken.blogspot.com/feeds/3412140080813832245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mommysbroken.blogspot.com/2010/04/in-and-out.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2523612867883121473/posts/default/3412140080813832245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2523612867883121473/posts/default/3412140080813832245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommysbroken.blogspot.com/2010/04/in-and-out.html' title='In and Out'/><author><name>dizzydownward</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10706638782271751737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m5dti7dOTrk/TepSFkuk2vI/AAAAAAAAAEE/uhxBnh9Yk80/s220/008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2523612867883121473.post-902658758288849594</id><published>2010-04-14T06:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T06:58:12.938-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SCREAMING!</title><summary type='text'>I got denied. Yep, according to the government I am NOT disabled. I wish someone could convince my body of that. They believe I should be able to be a 'food demonstrator'. This job means standing on your feet for 6hours straight, kneeling, cooking food on a surface that is about as big as your kitchen sink, and picking up boxes that weight up to 50lbs. Come on! Seriously, I can't even make a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommysbroken.blogspot.com/feeds/902658758288849594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mommysbroken.blogspot.com/2010/04/screaming.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2523612867883121473/posts/default/902658758288849594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2523612867883121473/posts/default/902658758288849594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommysbroken.blogspot.com/2010/04/screaming.html' title='SCREAMING!'/><author><name>dizzydownward</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10706638782271751737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m5dti7dOTrk/TepSFkuk2vI/AAAAAAAAAEE/uhxBnh9Yk80/s220/008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2523612867883121473.post-3552082532720955287</id><published>2010-04-07T17:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T17:46:15.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dr Visit</title><summary type='text'>I went to a Dr visit that wasn't my own.  I took David to his 1st Dr appointment in about 3years. He was having really bad stomach and chest pain. Come to find out he has MVP (Mitral Valve Prolaspe) He was put on something for his acid reflux. Maybe if that calms down then things with his heart will get better. We where relieved about the dx it was far better than what it could be.We are also </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommysbroken.blogspot.com/feeds/3552082532720955287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mommysbroken.blogspot.com/2010/04/dr-visit.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2523612867883121473/posts/default/3552082532720955287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2523612867883121473/posts/default/3552082532720955287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommysbroken.blogspot.com/2010/04/dr-visit.html' title='Dr Visit'/><author><name>dizzydownward</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10706638782271751737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m5dti7dOTrk/TepSFkuk2vI/AAAAAAAAAEE/uhxBnh9Yk80/s220/008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2523612867883121473.post-3790874480675061139</id><published>2010-04-06T09:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T09:39:59.664-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reading, and Yellow Haze</title><summary type='text'>" A hazy shade of spring"... I live in the south and here it SPRING! And how do we all know this, by the layer of pollen on EVERYTHING! Inculding yourself. If your car has set for more than 5mintues then your car is going to have a yellow shine. It would be beautiful if it wasn't such a headache. I mean a real headache, anyone who has allergies is under attack. Surpisingly I don't have an issue </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommysbroken.blogspot.com/feeds/3790874480675061139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mommysbroken.blogspot.com/2010/04/reading-and-yellow-haze.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2523612867883121473/posts/default/3790874480675061139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2523612867883121473/posts/default/3790874480675061139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommysbroken.blogspot.com/2010/04/reading-and-yellow-haze.html' title='Reading, and Yellow Haze'/><author><name>dizzydownward</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10706638782271751737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m5dti7dOTrk/TepSFkuk2vI/AAAAAAAAAEE/uhxBnh9Yk80/s220/008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2523612867883121473.post-7827713880093827501</id><published>2010-04-05T15:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T15:38:24.281-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SLE Rated Movies</title><summary type='text'>As I am sure some of you have figured out and I believe I have posted before I am not a Christian. I am Pagan. I do not celebrate Easter. I do not like the Easter Bunny and do not tell my daugthers he exsists. This is me and thats just how things go in my house. Its really no big deal, its the way I have been since they were born. They have great imaginations but I will not lie to them. Sorry, if</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommysbroken.blogspot.com/feeds/7827713880093827501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mommysbroken.blogspot.com/2010/04/sle-rated-movies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2523612867883121473/posts/default/7827713880093827501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2523612867883121473/posts/default/7827713880093827501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommysbroken.blogspot.com/2010/04/sle-rated-movies.html' title='SLE Rated Movies'/><author><name>dizzydownward</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10706638782271751737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m5dti7dOTrk/TepSFkuk2vI/AAAAAAAAAEE/uhxBnh9Yk80/s220/008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2523612867883121473.post-503353234181732662</id><published>2010-04-01T14:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T14:15:19.901-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oh Mr. Sun sun Mr. Golden sun.... Please stop HURTING me.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommysbroken.blogspot.com/feeds/503353234181732662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mommysbroken.blogspot.com/2010/04/oh-mr.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2523612867883121473/posts/default/503353234181732662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2523612867883121473/posts/default/503353234181732662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommysbroken.blogspot.com/2010/04/oh-mr.html' title=''/><author><name>dizzydownward</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10706638782271751737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m5dti7dOTrk/TepSFkuk2vI/AAAAAAAAAEE/uhxBnh9Yk80/s220/008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2523612867883121473.post-7556160721761654937</id><published>2010-04-01T14:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T14:00:22.094-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am doing this from my phone. So if seems short thats why. I'm at my brothers dropping off pictures and enjoying company. Loving it.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommysbroken.blogspot.com/feeds/7556160721761654937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mommysbroken.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-am-doing-this-from-my-phone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2523612867883121473/posts/default/7556160721761654937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2523612867883121473/posts/default/7556160721761654937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommysbroken.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-am-doing-this-from-my-phone.html' title=''/><author><name>dizzydownward</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10706638782271751737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m5dti7dOTrk/TepSFkuk2vI/AAAAAAAAAEE/uhxBnh9Yk80/s220/008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2523612867883121473.post-2467831541630362316</id><published>2010-03-31T19:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T19:30:46.461-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Family</title><summary type='text'>I have been doing this blog for going on three years, I think. This is my family. The two adorable girls I constantly talk about. The whole reason I even have a blog. I really don't think if I would do this if I just had SLE and was single. These are the reasons I get up EVER morning and fight this diease. We all have our reasons, these are mine. This isn't my whole "Family." I have a very large </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommysbroken.blogspot.com/feeds/2467831541630362316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mommysbroken.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-family.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2523612867883121473/posts/default/2467831541630362316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2523612867883121473/posts/default/2467831541630362316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommysbroken.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-family.html' title='My Family'/><author><name>dizzydownward</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10706638782271751737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m5dti7dOTrk/TepSFkuk2vI/AAAAAAAAAEE/uhxBnh9Yk80/s220/008.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mOlpDgwBEv8/S7QErHkdq8I/AAAAAAAAACo/aVX806O_YMs/s72-c/p10355ta102036_4_0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2523612867883121473.post-4010145592971133363</id><published>2010-03-31T08:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T08:46:13.845-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I kinda fell yesterday. Well technically I sorta threw myself in the floor. I was at a resturant that I have gone to for over 12years. Last year they had a remodel. I haven't really been there since the remodel, well they took one of the benches that filled a whole wall and replaced it with two sperate benches. Yesterday I was sitting on one of them and went to move over so someone else could sit</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommysbroken.blogspot.com/feeds/4010145592971133363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mommysbroken.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-kinda-fell-yesterday.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2523612867883121473/posts/default/4010145592971133363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2523612867883121473/posts/default/4010145592971133363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommysbroken.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-kinda-fell-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>dizzydownward</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10706638782271751737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m5dti7dOTrk/TepSFkuk2vI/AAAAAAAAAEE/uhxBnh9Yk80/s220/008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2523612867883121473.post-3235704680633063094</id><published>2010-03-30T13:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T13:11:44.654-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Website.</title><summary type='text'>I was wondering around other blogs, like ya do. And I found this website. It was just started and needs more people to come join. There is never enough support for SLE and other autoimmune diseases and disorders. Please check it out. The person running it also has a blog (Mommy, Please don't be sick) You should check her out. She's in the same boat as the rest of us.http://</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommysbroken.blogspot.com/feeds/3235704680633063094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mommysbroken.blogspot.com/2010/03/new-website.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2523612867883121473/posts/default/3235704680633063094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2523612867883121473/posts/default/3235704680633063094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommysbroken.blogspot.com/2010/03/new-website.html' title='New Website.'/><author><name>dizzydownward</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10706638782271751737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m5dti7dOTrk/TepSFkuk2vI/AAAAAAAAAEE/uhxBnh9Yk80/s220/008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2523612867883121473.post-8008406981462296651</id><published>2010-03-30T08:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T08:57:19.312-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Board games and Pan-cakes.</title><summary type='text'>Has anyone seen the commercial where the mom is making pan-cakes. For some reason evertime I think about pancakes now I hear her saying it.We, me and Rory, are at Daddy Z's for a visit. With the SLE sometimes it is easier just to plan a week trip, instead of trying to cram everything into a weekend.Last night both the girls where home. So we broke out the Trivial Pursuit Disney. It has questions </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommysbroken.blogspot.com/feeds/8008406981462296651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mommysbroken.blogspot.com/2010/03/board-games-and-pan-cakes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2523612867883121473/posts/default/8008406981462296651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2523612867883121473/posts/default/8008406981462296651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommysbroken.blogspot.com/2010/03/board-games-and-pan-cakes.html' title='Board games and Pan-cakes.'/><author><name>dizzydownward</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10706638782271751737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m5dti7dOTrk/TepSFkuk2vI/AAAAAAAAAEE/uhxBnh9Yk80/s220/008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2523612867883121473.post-626966574665965307</id><published>2010-03-28T08:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T10:25:55.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Old Friend and Wonderful Weather</title><summary type='text'>I went to this late lunch/early dinner with one of my best friends, Rachel, and a girl we graduated with. It had been 10years since we had seen or really talked to this old classmate. Honestly I wasn't that close in school. I wasn't close to much of anyone in our graduating class, they considered me odd, which was mostly fine. It was nice catching up. I can't wait for our 10year reunion next </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommysbroken.blogspot.com/feeds/626966574665965307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mommysbroken.blogspot.com/2010/03/old-friends-and-theatre.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2523612867883121473/posts/default/626966574665965307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2523612867883121473/posts/default/626966574665965307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommysbroken.blogspot.com/2010/03/old-friends-and-theatre.html' title='Old Friend and Wonderful Weather'/><author><name>dizzydownward</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10706638782271751737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m5dti7dOTrk/TepSFkuk2vI/AAAAAAAAAEE/uhxBnh9Yk80/s220/008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2523612867883121473.post-7819060913867481333</id><published>2010-03-26T10:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T10:35:28.049-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Disability Dr Visit</title><summary type='text'>I think there might be a light, of course that might be the train.The Disability Determination Specialist, who can't pronounce what is wrong with me, sent me to a Dr for a full review. Its an hour long interview and systems review. We talked and then he did a physical review. When we started he asked why I was there. I had no clue, all I knew was I got a letter and I went. At the end of the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommysbroken.blogspot.com/feeds/7819060913867481333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mommysbroken.blogspot.com/2010/03/disability-dr-visit.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2523612867883121473/posts/default/7819060913867481333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2523612867883121473/posts/default/7819060913867481333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommysbroken.blogspot.com/2010/03/disability-dr-visit.html' title='Disability Dr Visit'/><author><name>dizzydownward</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10706638782271751737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m5dti7dOTrk/TepSFkuk2vI/AAAAAAAAAEE/uhxBnh9Yk80/s220/008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2523612867883121473.post-7179359312402601290</id><published>2010-03-12T14:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T14:52:59.285-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry</title><summary type='text'>I have been MIA for a long time now. I do not have internet. Sorry just isn't one of those thing we have money for. You know rent, power, gas, food, meds... basically in that order. So I am at BAM using their internet, which is nice but I hurt. Not some stupid little pain I can ignore, no I have far far far more pain than that. I would rather be at home enjoying my new mattress cover but no I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommysbroken.blogspot.com/feeds/7179359312402601290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mommysbroken.blogspot.com/2010/03/sorry.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2523612867883121473/posts/default/7179359312402601290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2523612867883121473/posts/default/7179359312402601290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommysbroken.blogspot.com/2010/03/sorry.html' title='Sorry'/><author><name>dizzydownward</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10706638782271751737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m5dti7dOTrk/TepSFkuk2vI/AAAAAAAAAEE/uhxBnh9Yk80/s220/008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2523612867883121473.post-4385923936739717010</id><published>2009-11-08T14:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T14:23:45.880-08:00</updated><title type='text'>To Be or Not To Be... Tis Nobler...</title><summary type='text'>My passion is theatre. I have always had a love for the stage, and not usually to be on it. Give me a light and I am going to be the girls on the head set in the back calling all the shots. I haven't done anything for quite awhile, I've been missing it sooooooooo much!! This weekend the theatre group I am in did a main stage performance, "The Complete Works of William Shakespeare (Abridge)" I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommysbroken.blogspot.com/feeds/4385923936739717010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mommysbroken.blogspot.com/2009/11/to-be-or-not-to-be-tis-nobler.html#comment-form' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2523612867883121473/posts/default/4385923936739717010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2523612867883121473/posts/default/4385923936739717010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommysbroken.blogspot.com/2009/11/to-be-or-not-to-be-tis-nobler.html' title='To Be or Not To Be... Tis Nobler...'/><author><name>dizzydownward</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10706638782271751737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m5dti7dOTrk/TepSFkuk2vI/AAAAAAAAAEE/uhxBnh9Yk80/s220/008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2523612867883121473.post-859339967812120751</id><published>2009-11-01T08:18:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T08:23:17.891-08:00</updated><title type='text'>'Ello...</title><summary type='text'>A late Happy Samhaine to all... or Happy Halloween to those who aren't pagan. A very Happy Celtic New Year to all... hope this year goes better than the last, wishing everyone as pain free as possible year.I did mostly nothing for Samhaine, feel sorta sheepish about that but... well had plans, plans feel thru and so goes the story of my life.I finally got my meds filled... ah the sweet relief, i </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommysbroken.blogspot.com/feeds/859339967812120751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mommysbroken.blogspot.com/2009/11/ello.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2523612867883121473/posts/default/859339967812120751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2523612867883121473/posts/default/859339967812120751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommysbroken.blogspot.com/2009/11/ello.html' title='&apos;Ello...'/><author><name>dizzydownward</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10706638782271751737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m5dti7dOTrk/TepSFkuk2vI/AAAAAAAAAEE/uhxBnh9Yk80/s220/008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2523612867883121473.post-1574314643739427739</id><published>2009-10-28T09:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T09:40:28.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'>REALLY... Seriously</title><summary type='text'>Went to the doctor yesterday... Um.. now I remember why I hate going.I know its always good to know whats going on, just because it had a name doesn't mean its going to affect me anymore or less. Now I have SLE, Fibromialgia, CREST Syndrome, and RA. My doctor was concerned that I hadn't been treated for these. None of these have cure, only treatment that MIGHT slow down the progress. I am not to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommysbroken.blogspot.com/feeds/1574314643739427739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mommysbroken.blogspot.com/2009/10/really-seriously.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2523612867883121473/posts/default/1574314643739427739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2523612867883121473/posts/default/1574314643739427739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommysbroken.blogspot.com/2009/10/really-seriously.html' title='REALLY... Seriously'/><author><name>dizzydownward</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10706638782271751737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m5dti7dOTrk/TepSFkuk2vI/AAAAAAAAAEE/uhxBnh9Yk80/s220/008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2523612867883121473.post-5539366455236879394</id><published>2009-10-19T09:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T09:12:37.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life and Tattoos</title><summary type='text'>I still do not have access to a computer. Today I have been able to borrow a computer. Life is upside down. I am working on getting a job and place to live.I went the other day I went and got my butterfly tattoo re-done. I am very impressed with the out come of the new tatoo.I have a doctors appointment on the 27th, can't wait. I wish there was some way to go all natural but I haven't found </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommysbroken.blogspot.com/feeds/5539366455236879394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mommysbroken.blogspot.com/2009/10/life-and-tattoos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2523612867883121473/posts/default/5539366455236879394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2523612867883121473/posts/default/5539366455236879394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommysbroken.blogspot.com/2009/10/life-and-tattoos.html' title='Life and Tattoos'/><author><name>dizzydownward</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10706638782271751737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m5dti7dOTrk/TepSFkuk2vI/AAAAAAAAAEE/uhxBnh9Yk80/s220/008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2523612867883121473.post-8557709483607114343</id><published>2009-08-03T15:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T15:39:48.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Computers</title><summary type='text'>Sorry to anyone who was wanting to check my blog. I am usually more on top of this but my computer won't connect to the internet. I have even gone to the libaray but they will not let me get on blogspot. Arrggg...I have a wonderful week with my daughters. Then I had a rockin' get together with the ladies from LFAM. I meet a bunch of wonderful women who know exactly how I feel. I am all geared up </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommysbroken.blogspot.com/feeds/8557709483607114343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mommysbroken.blogspot.com/2009/08/computers.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2523612867883121473/posts/default/8557709483607114343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2523612867883121473/posts/default/8557709483607114343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommysbroken.blogspot.com/2009/08/computers.html' title='Computers'/><author><name>dizzydownward</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10706638782271751737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m5dti7dOTrk/TepSFkuk2vI/AAAAAAAAAEE/uhxBnh9Yk80/s220/008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2523612867883121473.post-5357760744448987083</id><published>2009-07-23T13:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T13:40:16.394-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sun... Swimming... Sisters</title><summary type='text'>I have had both Pooh and  Rabbit this week. I actually got them out in the pool yesterday, by myself. It ended up hurting a little bit but was worth it.  I have a feeling when I get back home I am going to sleep for two days. I miss my boyfriend, he does so much for me in the morning. Well he does a bunch for me all the time. He is coming tomorrow to spend the night. He had to work all week and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommysbroken.blogspot.com/feeds/5357760744448987083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mommysbroken.blogspot.com/2009/07/sun-swimming-sisters.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2523612867883121473/posts/default/5357760744448987083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2523612867883121473/posts/default/5357760744448987083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommysbroken.blogspot.com/2009/07/sun-swimming-sisters.html' title='Sun... Swimming... Sisters'/><author><name>dizzydownward</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10706638782271751737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m5dti7dOTrk/TepSFkuk2vI/AAAAAAAAAEE/uhxBnh9Yk80/s220/008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2523612867883121473.post-1806448954806600580</id><published>2009-07-20T11:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T11:23:54.535-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crash</title><summary type='text'>My laptop, the only computer I have constant access to CRASHED! Blue screen of death and everything! Wonderful! Fantastic! So now I have to wait till we have money to fix it.Mary from LFAM called me a few days ago, asking if I was attending the meeting for Walk for Lupus Now. I want to attend. I have plans to attend, but I can't remember the last time I set in stone anything. Hell even my doctors</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommysbroken.blogspot.com/feeds/1806448954806600580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mommysbroken.blogspot.com/2009/07/crash.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2523612867883121473/posts/default/1806448954806600580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2523612867883121473/posts/default/1806448954806600580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommysbroken.blogspot.com/2009/07/crash.html' title='Crash'/><author><name>dizzydownward</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10706638782271751737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m5dti7dOTrk/TepSFkuk2vI/AAAAAAAAAEE/uhxBnh9Yk80/s220/008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2523612867883121473.post-8813065407134547904</id><published>2009-07-11T16:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T17:00:07.882-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some days it rains....</title><summary type='text'>I don't cry, usually.  As a general rule I don't cry. There are many reasons some are physical and some are mental but I don't cry. You could tell me something horrible and I will feel bad about it but I don't cry.  I don't like not crying. I would rather be a normal person and cry when you are suppose to.  It is something I deal with.Then days like today hit. I don't where it comes from. I don't</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommysbroken.blogspot.com/feeds/8813065407134547904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mommysbroken.blogspot.com/2009/07/some-days-it-rains.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2523612867883121473/posts/default/8813065407134547904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2523612867883121473/posts/default/8813065407134547904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommysbroken.blogspot.com/2009/07/some-days-it-rains.html' title='Some days it rains....'/><author><name>dizzydownward</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10706638782271751737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m5dti7dOTrk/TepSFkuk2vI/AAAAAAAAAEE/uhxBnh9Yk80/s220/008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2523612867883121473.post-2201170246365391556</id><published>2009-07-09T12:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T12:38:14.709-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes life is funny...</title><summary type='text'>I got my acceptance letter for SUSCC. I'll start in the fall as planned. Nothing big just kinda made me happy.I am reading a great book. Its called Turn Coat by Jim Butcher, its the newest in the Dresden Files. I have loved the series, and have been waiting for this one to come out.I took the time this morning to send out an email to everyone I know about the upcoming Walk for Lupus Now. I am </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommysbroken.blogspot.com/feeds/2201170246365391556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mommysbroken.blogspot.com/2009/07/sometimes-life-is-funny.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2523612867883121473/posts/default/2201170246365391556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2523612867883121473/posts/default/2201170246365391556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommysbroken.blogspot.com/2009/07/sometimes-life-is-funny.html' title='Sometimes life is funny...'/><author><name>dizzydownward</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10706638782271751737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m5dti7dOTrk/TepSFkuk2vI/AAAAAAAAAEE/uhxBnh9Yk80/s220/008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2523612867883121473.post-4079779182588053509</id><published>2009-07-08T18:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T18:44:20.111-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MJ and Lupus...</title><summary type='text'>Better late than never! I am pissed because he didn't do more while he was alive. I am mad because he had money, he could have helped. I am upset that he didn't think his own health was important enough to donate the money. All of that aside I am glad that it finally came out, officially. I know it won't change what people think about him but it is a relief to me. I can understand why he seemed </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommysbroken.blogspot.com/feeds/4079779182588053509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mommysbroken.blogspot.com/2009/07/mj-and-lupus.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2523612867883121473/posts/default/4079779182588053509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2523612867883121473/posts/default/4079779182588053509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommysbroken.blogspot.com/2009/07/mj-and-lupus.html' title='MJ and Lupus...'/><author><name>dizzydownward</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10706638782271751737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m5dti7dOTrk/TepSFkuk2vI/AAAAAAAAAEE/uhxBnh9Yk80/s220/008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2523612867883121473.post-8513538641239832420</id><published>2009-07-07T14:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T15:00:56.575-07:00</updated><title type='text'>College</title><summary type='text'>I went by Southern Union today, to make sure everything is going as planned. I have been debating if I am going to talk to the Students with Disability councilor. I guess I should but I read over everything I needed to bring with me and one of those things is a letter from my doctor. I currently don't have a doctor, technically.  So do I go talk to him anyway to see what else I can do. The </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommysbroken.blogspot.com/feeds/8513538641239832420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mommysbroken.blogspot.com/2009/07/college.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2523612867883121473/posts/default/8513538641239832420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2523612867883121473/posts/default/8513538641239832420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommysbroken.blogspot.com/2009/07/college.html' title='College'/><author><name>dizzydownward</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10706638782271751737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m5dti7dOTrk/TepSFkuk2vI/AAAAAAAAAEE/uhxBnh9Yk80/s220/008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2523612867883121473.post-3257235206631132263</id><published>2009-07-06T17:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T17:47:24.045-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Body Fat</title><summary type='text'>I am 'healthier' than I thought. My body fat is 20% which is actually really good... 22% is healthy and the average female is 32%. Stupid body image issues, I should feel better looking than I do. I am smaller than the average american female.I have a doctors appointment. Of course it won't be until August. With me starting school I need to get my lupus in check. Wouldn't want to get started and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommysbroken.blogspot.com/feeds/3257235206631132263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mommysbroken.blogspot.com/2009/07/body-fat.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2523612867883121473/posts/default/3257235206631132263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2523612867883121473/posts/default/3257235206631132263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommysbroken.blogspot.com/2009/07/body-fat.html' title='Body Fat'/><author><name>dizzydownward</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10706638782271751737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m5dti7dOTrk/TepSFkuk2vI/AAAAAAAAAEE/uhxBnh9Yk80/s220/008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2523612867883121473.post-9138058010729210232</id><published>2009-07-04T11:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T11:29:25.252-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4th</title><summary type='text'>It's the 4th, time for sun, grilled food and fireworks. Right... I can't be in the sun and I hate the taste of grilled food. That leaves fireworks, which I do have plans on going to tonight.There is a mouse in my room. Me and it are becoming friends, I leave it alone and it doesn't come out when I am awake.  I had stolen the cheese out of the trap, twice! So what fun I get the one smart(ass) </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommysbroken.blogspot.com/feeds/9138058010729210232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mommysbroken.blogspot.com/2009/07/4th.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2523612867883121473/posts/default/9138058010729210232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2523612867883121473/posts/default/9138058010729210232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommysbroken.blogspot.com/2009/07/4th.html' title='4th'/><author><name>dizzydownward</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10706638782271751737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m5dti7dOTrk/TepSFkuk2vI/AAAAAAAAAEE/uhxBnh9Yk80/s220/008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2523612867883121473.post-130215015480065091</id><published>2009-07-03T14:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T14:55:03.195-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To eat or not to eat?</title><summary type='text'>I hate it when my stomach is to messed up to eat. I'm not hungry, but I feel like I'm starving. Whenever I feel I should eat I end up feeling like I am going to throw up. I MISS FOOD!  It's doing great things for my waist line.My 4th of July weekend is going to suck! On top of the usual lupus, i'm on my period and the best thing of all I have two ear infections! In fact I think my ear drum has </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommysbroken.blogspot.com/feeds/130215015480065091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mommysbroken.blogspot.com/2009/07/to-eat-or-not-to-eat.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2523612867883121473/posts/default/130215015480065091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2523612867883121473/posts/default/130215015480065091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommysbroken.blogspot.com/2009/07/to-eat-or-not-to-eat.html' title='To eat or not to eat?'/><author><name>dizzydownward</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10706638782271751737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m5dti7dOTrk/TepSFkuk2vI/AAAAAAAAAEE/uhxBnh9Yk80/s220/008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2523612867883121473.post-7064416452701007981</id><published>2009-06-29T17:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T17:47:17.662-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Here I Go!</title><summary type='text'>I signed up today to be a team captain for Walk for Lupus Now in Birmingham. http://walkforlupusnow.Kintera.org/birmingham/mommysbrokenI am done sitting here! Support if you would like, it would be greatly appreciated!! You can always drop me an email for more information, dizzydownward@yahoo.comI am applying for college, you know what I am going to do what I have wanted to do since high school. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommysbroken.blogspot.com/feeds/7064416452701007981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mommysbroken.blogspot.com/2009/06/here-i-go.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2523612867883121473/posts/default/7064416452701007981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2523612867883121473/posts/default/7064416452701007981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommysbroken.blogspot.com/2009/06/here-i-go.html' title='Here I Go!'/><author><name>dizzydownward</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10706638782271751737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m5dti7dOTrk/TepSFkuk2vI/AAAAAAAAAEE/uhxBnh9Yk80/s220/008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2523612867883121473.post-6560435841617240402</id><published>2009-06-05T20:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T20:45:55.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is screaming an option?</title><summary type='text'>One foot in front of the other... Just keep swimming...I am not working... I am working... I am unable to work... so I wait my 6moths and apply again for disability. Fantastic! The brightside, if I am approved then I know Pooh will get a check every month. It may not be much for her but something, right. Issue is I don't know how long it will take to get all the paper work thru and then I will </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommysbroken.blogspot.com/feeds/6560435841617240402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mommysbroken.blogspot.com/2009/06/is-screaming-option.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2523612867883121473/posts/default/6560435841617240402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2523612867883121473/posts/default/6560435841617240402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommysbroken.blogspot.com/2009/06/is-screaming-option.html' title='Is screaming an option?'/><author><name>dizzydownward</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10706638782271751737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m5dti7dOTrk/TepSFkuk2vI/AAAAAAAAAEE/uhxBnh9Yk80/s220/008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2523612867883121473.post-6299063147913255580</id><published>2009-02-19T05:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T06:27:18.493-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Learning to Live...</title><summary type='text'>Learning to live with lupus is something I have been trying to figure out for going on 4years now. Its hard giving up that need for independence. I am a stubborn a**. Anyone who knows me knows that one fact to be true.  I hope I can grasp the idea of not being able to do everything my mind tells me I can before it drives me into an early grave. I know that I am going to have to move closer to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommysbroken.blogspot.com/feeds/6299063147913255580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mommysbroken.blogspot.com/2009/02/learning-to-live.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2523612867883121473/posts/default/6299063147913255580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2523612867883121473/posts/default/6299063147913255580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommysbroken.blogspot.com/2009/02/learning-to-live.html' title='Learning to Live...'/><author><name>dizzydownward</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10706638782271751737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m5dti7dOTrk/TepSFkuk2vI/AAAAAAAAAEE/uhxBnh9Yk80/s220/008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2523612867883121473.post-2836764098179968675</id><published>2009-02-17T14:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T14:26:33.991-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fighting the uphill battle.</title><summary type='text'>Well I am no longer employed. Yes, technically I quit. The reason I quit is that I couldn't do my job. For that matter I couldn't even bath myself or turn the car on. How can you work a job that requires you to cut bread and such if you can't even turn the car on? I was sick of eveyone where I worked thinking I was just lazy. I am not by far lazy, yes sometimes I let the lupus get the better of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommysbroken.blogspot.com/feeds/2836764098179968675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mommysbroken.blogspot.com/2009/02/fighting-uphill-battle.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2523612867883121473/posts/default/2836764098179968675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2523612867883121473/posts/default/2836764098179968675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommysbroken.blogspot.com/2009/02/fighting-uphill-battle.html' title='Fighting the uphill battle.'/><author><name>dizzydownward</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10706638782271751737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m5dti7dOTrk/TepSFkuk2vI/AAAAAAAAAEE/uhxBnh9Yk80/s220/008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2523612867883121473.post-280840184928035382</id><published>2009-02-12T16:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T16:25:34.517-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Go Figure</title><summary type='text'>So I have been MIA, I know. I have been working a full time job and trying to spend time with my daughter and boyfriend. Guess I will have more time to keep up with my blog now. My boss told me yesterday that he was going to 'lighten my load'... which in english means, I am not doing what they need me to. I have missed a bit of work. My boss seems to think I don't realize this, like some how </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommysbroken.blogspot.com/feeds/280840184928035382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mommysbroken.blogspot.com/2009/02/go-figure.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2523612867883121473/posts/default/280840184928035382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2523612867883121473/posts/default/280840184928035382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommysbroken.blogspot.com/2009/02/go-figure.html' title='Go Figure'/><author><name>dizzydownward</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10706638782271751737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m5dti7dOTrk/TepSFkuk2vI/AAAAAAAAAEE/uhxBnh9Yk80/s220/008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2523612867883121473.post-3659629347998239029</id><published>2008-12-22T20:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T20:54:21.319-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holidays SUCK!</title><summary type='text'>My weekend was wonderful. I got to see my girls and see them play together. I have been missing that more than anything. They were both happy and energetic. I got to get out and kick around a ball, play catch, and chase them. They were both surprised at this because it has been a very long time since mommy wasn't too broken to play with them. I was in heaven.This weekend was fucking hell. The </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommysbroken.blogspot.com/feeds/3659629347998239029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mommysbroken.blogspot.com/2008/12/holidays-suck.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2523612867883121473/posts/default/3659629347998239029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2523612867883121473/posts/default/3659629347998239029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommysbroken.blogspot.com/2008/12/holidays-suck.html' title='Holidays SUCK!'/><author><name>dizzydownward</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10706638782271751737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m5dti7dOTrk/TepSFkuk2vI/AAAAAAAAAEE/uhxBnh9Yk80/s220/008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2523612867883121473.post-4052433759493273982</id><published>2008-12-15T06:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T06:58:22.457-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Falling Up</title><summary type='text'>Well I have been doing really well. Or rather I have been doing alot. I managed to get a 40 hour work week in at work. This I am very proud of. I really never figured I would be able to do that again. I know I have been pushing it more than I should but I have goals. All was going well so go figure that I would have to trip and fall. Not a nice like stumble, no I have to take a diving crash into </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommysbroken.blogspot.com/feeds/4052433759493273982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mommysbroken.blogspot.com/2008/12/falling-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2523612867883121473/posts/default/4052433759493273982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2523612867883121473/posts/default/4052433759493273982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommysbroken.blogspot.com/2008/12/falling-up.html' title='Falling Up'/><author><name>dizzydownward</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10706638782271751737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m5dti7dOTrk/TepSFkuk2vI/AAAAAAAAAEE/uhxBnh9Yk80/s220/008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2523612867883121473.post-3923897217230106592</id><published>2008-12-09T07:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T07:28:34.087-08:00</updated><title type='text'>50 Years</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommysbroken.blogspot.com/feeds/3923897217230106592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mommysbroken.blogspot.com/2008/12/50-years.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2523612867883121473/posts/default/3923897217230106592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2523612867883121473/posts/default/3923897217230106592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommysbroken.blogspot.com/2008/12/50-years.html' title='50 Years'/><author><name>dizzydownward</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10706638782271751737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m5dti7dOTrk/TepSFkuk2vI/AAAAAAAAAEE/uhxBnh9Yk80/s220/008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2523612867883121473.post-6808722882760589624</id><published>2008-11-30T04:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T04:44:56.036-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pain</title><summary type='text'>At what point do you stop just trying to ignor the pain and go see a doctor. I have been dealing with tons of 'new' pains that I am not sure about but I hate going to the ER because what if its nothing. I hate the way people look at me when I am there... like "What could really be wrong with her?" I am not looking for painkiller, which is what most doctors seem to think when I come walking in. I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommysbroken.blogspot.com/feeds/6808722882760589624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mommysbroken.blogspot.com/2008/11/pain.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2523612867883121473/posts/default/6808722882760589624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2523612867883121473/posts/default/6808722882760589624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommysbroken.blogspot.com/2008/11/pain.html' title='Pain'/><author><name>dizzydownward</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10706638782271751737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m5dti7dOTrk/TepSFkuk2vI/AAAAAAAAAEE/uhxBnh9Yk80/s220/008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2523612867883121473.post-7420426893335057937</id><published>2008-11-26T20:26:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T20:31:28.348-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving.. and Kidney Stones</title><summary type='text'>Happy Thanksgiving to all who read this blog. Its a holiday, eh... I am not to found of holidays. The best part is I have been trying to pass a kidney stone for about a week now. Its not the worse stone I have had, in fact I haven't even gone to the emergency room, yet. I am use to passing them, only if I can't walk to I go to the doctor. I will admit that I am a little worried due to taking 30mg</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommysbroken.blogspot.com/feeds/7420426893335057937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mommysbroken.blogspot.com/2008/11/thanksgiving-and-kidney-stones.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2523612867883121473/posts/default/7420426893335057937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2523612867883121473/posts/default/7420426893335057937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommysbroken.blogspot.com/2008/11/thanksgiving-and-kidney-stones.html' title='Thanksgiving.. and Kidney Stones'/><author><name>dizzydownward</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10706638782271751737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m5dti7dOTrk/TepSFkuk2vI/AAAAAAAAAEE/uhxBnh9Yk80/s220/008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2523612867883121473.post-3406559445720297696</id><published>2008-11-20T20:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T20:26:41.204-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Off</title><summary type='text'>I worked my 1st closing shift... It went well, the boys I worked with were really trying to make sure I knew how to close. I am fighting with a pinched nerve in my shoulder and the need for some new shoes... shine splints SUCK!I am going to try to watch a movie tomorrow in the theater... The last time I tried to do this I ended the night not remembering most of it... having had like 5 seizures...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommysbroken.blogspot.com/feeds/3406559445720297696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mommysbroken.blogspot.com/2008/11/off.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2523612867883121473/posts/default/3406559445720297696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2523612867883121473/posts/default/3406559445720297696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommysbroken.blogspot.com/2008/11/off.html' title='Off'/><author><name>dizzydownward</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10706638782271751737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m5dti7dOTrk/TepSFkuk2vI/AAAAAAAAAEE/uhxBnh9Yk80/s220/008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2523612867883121473.post-231982285901893933</id><published>2008-11-19T14:24:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T14:27:08.025-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eh</title><summary type='text'>Worked today... work tomorrow... fun fun... I am still liking my job and they are liking me....Feel like I'm dying because I miss my girls sooooooooo very much... but I hope that I can be a better mother, if I ever get to see Pooh. Her father is mad at me, with good reason, but due to this I have been told that I am not only going to get to see her if I come up there and take her out. I can't </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommysbroken.blogspot.com/feeds/231982285901893933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mommysbroken.blogspot.com/2008/11/eh.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2523612867883121473/posts/default/231982285901893933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2523612867883121473/posts/default/231982285901893933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommysbroken.blogspot.com/2008/11/eh.html' title='Eh'/><author><name>dizzydownward</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10706638782271751737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m5dti7dOTrk/TepSFkuk2vI/AAAAAAAAAEE/uhxBnh9Yk80/s220/008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2523612867883121473.post-7389716989747407006</id><published>2008-11-17T16:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T16:51:29.185-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Working</title><summary type='text'>I have just started a job a few days ago, I am very proud of myself. I know it sounds kinda sad, being 25 and happy that you have a job. Given that I haven't worked in almost a year this was a HUGE step for me. A very needed step. I had gotten to the point that I was worried that I wouldn't be able to support myself again. I don't know if I am going to be totally able to support myself with this </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommysbroken.blogspot.com/feeds/7389716989747407006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mommysbroken.blogspot.com/2008/11/working.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2523612867883121473/posts/default/7389716989747407006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2523612867883121473/posts/default/7389716989747407006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommysbroken.blogspot.com/2008/11/working.html' title='Working'/><author><name>dizzydownward</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10706638782271751737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m5dti7dOTrk/TepSFkuk2vI/AAAAAAAAAEE/uhxBnh9Yk80/s220/008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2523612867883121473.post-1643943068171541326</id><published>2008-11-15T09:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T09:49:19.944-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Found</title><summary type='text'>I know I have fallen off the face of the earth, but sometimes that happens. I have moved and managed to get a job.  I have been working the past three days and finally have a day off. The job is hard but with enough prednisone I am doing it.Wick Davis from LFA Blog sent me an email yesterday asking to see if I could send my readers over to the LFA Blog. Well I encourage everyone to go check out </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommysbroken.blogspot.com/feeds/1643943068171541326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mommysbroken.blogspot.com/2008/11/found.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2523612867883121473/posts/default/1643943068171541326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2523612867883121473/posts/default/1643943068171541326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommysbroken.blogspot.com/2008/11/found.html' title='Found'/><author><name>dizzydownward</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10706638782271751737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m5dti7dOTrk/TepSFkuk2vI/AAAAAAAAAEE/uhxBnh9Yk80/s220/008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2523612867883121473.post-3269043854697896230</id><published>2008-10-14T11:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T11:58:42.241-07:00</updated><title type='text'>?</title><summary type='text'>I'm sitting at my mother house, job hunting. I don't know which way is up sometimes. I hope that I can figure it all out.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommysbroken.blogspot.com/feeds/3269043854697896230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mommysbroken.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2523612867883121473/posts/default/3269043854697896230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2523612867883121473/posts/default/3269043854697896230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommysbroken.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog-post.html' title='?'/><author><name>dizzydownward</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10706638782271751737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m5dti7dOTrk/TepSFkuk2vI/AAAAAAAAAEE/uhxBnh9Yk80/s220/008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2523612867883121473.post-3197912002175878442</id><published>2008-10-04T18:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T18:39:17.269-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Downside Up</title><summary type='text'>I finally got my response from the social security office.... drum roll.... a big fat NO! I'm mad, hurt and feel like they want me to fail. All I want is to take care of my girls and myself, but I never know which days I will be able to get out of bed and work an eight hour shift. This isn't the hardest thing that has happened this week, its just the cherry on top. I was keeping my fingers </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommysbroken.blogspot.com/feeds/3197912002175878442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mommysbroken.blogspot.com/2008/10/life-downside-up.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2523612867883121473/posts/default/3197912002175878442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2523612867883121473/posts/default/3197912002175878442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommysbroken.blogspot.com/2008/10/life-downside-up.html' title='Life Downside Up'/><author><name>dizzydownward</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10706638782271751737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m5dti7dOTrk/TepSFkuk2vI/AAAAAAAAAEE/uhxBnh9Yk80/s220/008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2523612867883121473.post-85960878625997048</id><published>2008-09-30T05:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T05:45:12.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Soccer Mom</title><summary type='text'>I never imagined myself as a soccer mom but I am lovin' it! Pooh is having a blast. Her team is wonderful, couldn't ask for better.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommysbroken.blogspot.com/feeds/85960878625997048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mommysbroken.blogspot.com/2008/09/soccer-mom.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2523612867883121473/posts/default/85960878625997048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2523612867883121473/posts/default/85960878625997048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommysbroken.blogspot.com/2008/09/soccer-mom.html' title='Soccer Mom'/><author><name>dizzydownward</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10706638782271751737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m5dti7dOTrk/TepSFkuk2vI/AAAAAAAAAEE/uhxBnh9Yk80/s220/008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2523612867883121473.post-8815389081197719808</id><published>2008-09-24T13:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T13:50:09.244-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Catch Up</title><summary type='text'>I finally feel alive again. I got up today, showered and then started cleaning house. I feel like I am months behind on house work. Now if I could get motivated to do a few of the projects thatI wanted to do. I still have a stack of frames and pictures I want to get hung. I have two curtins that need to be sewen. Three dresses still unfinshed. I keep telling myself that I would do all these </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommysbroken.blogspot.com/feeds/8815389081197719808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mommysbroken.blogspot.com/2008/09/catch-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2523612867883121473/posts/default/8815389081197719808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2523612867883121473/posts/default/8815389081197719808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommysbroken.blogspot.com/2008/09/catch-up.html' title='Catch Up'/><author><name>dizzydownward</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10706638782271751737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m5dti7dOTrk/TepSFkuk2vI/AAAAAAAAAEE/uhxBnh9Yk80/s220/008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2523612867883121473.post-3482258110598992866</id><published>2008-09-23T08:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T08:38:32.148-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Another Breakdown</title><summary type='text'>Last night I had melt down. Between missing my daughters and being so wore out I can't clean my house I lost it. I hate that I can't be who I use to be. I want to have a job and be a soccer mom but I never seem to have the energy. I try to push myself but that only makes me sicker. Even on medication I can't do all the things I use to. Sometimes I even resent Daddy Z for having all the energy and</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommysbroken.blogspot.com/feeds/3482258110598992866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mommysbroken.blogspot.com/2008/09/just-another-breakdown.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2523612867883121473/posts/default/3482258110598992866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2523612867883121473/posts/default/3482258110598992866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommysbroken.blogspot.com/2008/09/just-another-breakdown.html' title='Just Another Breakdown'/><author><name>dizzydownward</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10706638782271751737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m5dti7dOTrk/TepSFkuk2vI/AAAAAAAAAEE/uhxBnh9Yk80/s220/008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2523612867883121473.post-9015324668571901917</id><published>2008-09-21T10:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T10:30:08.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Road Trip</title><summary type='text'>We took Rabbit to her fathers. She will be staying with him till Thanksgiving. I know she needs her father and needs to spend time with him but that doesn't change the fact that it breaks my heart. My ex is going to be tried of me calling by the time they come back. She is doing well so far.The trip was LONG. It took 11 hours one way. Daddy Z doesn't like me driving because he is afraid that I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommysbroken.blogspot.com/feeds/9015324668571901917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mommysbroken.blogspot.com/2008/09/road-trip.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2523612867883121473/posts/default/9015324668571901917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2523612867883121473/posts/default/9015324668571901917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommysbroken.blogspot.com/2008/09/road-trip.html' title='Road Trip'/><author><name>dizzydownward</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10706638782271751737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m5dti7dOTrk/TepSFkuk2vI/AAAAAAAAAEE/uhxBnh9Yk80/s220/008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2523612867883121473.post-8343189854191449814</id><published>2008-09-18T08:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T09:23:37.989-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Depression</title><summary type='text'>I should be blogging more often but sometimes its all I can do to keep up on what day of the week it is. I feel like a ballon in the Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade. Everything is swollen and achy. I have started taking painkillers to help. I hate taking painkillers. It makes me feel like I am a weak person, someone who can't handle the pain. I know I shouldn't feel this way but sometimes logic </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommysbroken.blogspot.com/feeds/8343189854191449814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mommysbroken.blogspot.com/2008/09/depression.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2523612867883121473/posts/default/8343189854191449814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2523612867883121473/posts/default/8343189854191449814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommysbroken.blogspot.com/2008/09/depression.html' title='Depression'/><author><name>dizzydownward</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10706638782271751737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m5dti7dOTrk/TepSFkuk2vI/AAAAAAAAAEE/uhxBnh9Yk80/s220/008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2523612867883121473.post-7817936370724101907</id><published>2008-08-29T07:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T07:36:37.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The weather has gotten better; or rather it has stopped raining. I like the rain. From what I have heard it should start raining again in a few days from the hurricane coming our way.  I have been having a horrible, awful flare. I wish it would stop, but it seems to get worse. On the bright side I have been approved for low-income insurance. I can’t wait to have my doctors visit. I have never </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommysbroken.blogspot.com/feeds/7817936370724101907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mommysbroken.blogspot.com/2008/08/weather-has-gotten-better-or-rather-it.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2523612867883121473/posts/default/7817936370724101907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2523612867883121473/posts/default/7817936370724101907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommysbroken.blogspot.com/2008/08/weather-has-gotten-better-or-rather-it.html' title=''/><author><name>dizzydownward</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10706638782271751737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m5dti7dOTrk/TepSFkuk2vI/AAAAAAAAAEE/uhxBnh9Yk80/s220/008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2523612867883121473.post-2690859489149992901</id><published>2008-08-25T11:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T11:25:27.054-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain, Rain Go Away</title><summary type='text'>I didn't think it was possible but the rain has made my internet connection worse.  So I will be blogging once it quits.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommysbroken.blogspot.com/feeds/2690859489149992901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mommysbroken.blogspot.com/2008/08/rain-rain-go-away.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2523612867883121473/posts/default/2690859489149992901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2523612867883121473/posts/default/2690859489149992901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommysbroken.blogspot.com/2008/08/rain-rain-go-away.html' title='Rain, Rain Go Away'/><author><name>dizzydownward</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10706638782271751737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m5dti7dOTrk/TepSFkuk2vI/AAAAAAAAAEE/uhxBnh9Yk80/s220/008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2523612867883121473.post-2924315718180711244</id><published>2008-08-22T08:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T08:38:39.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Guilt With a Side of Dishes...</title><summary type='text'>Its an emotion that all of us feel at some point in our lives. We are human, it comes naturally. I have found myself feeling more guilty for things I can not control than I use to. Like right now my girls are at their grandparents houses. This isn't a bad thing, their grandparents take good care of them. I just feel guilty because I am suppose to be taking care of them. They are suppose to be </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommysbroken.blogspot.com/feeds/2924315718180711244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mommysbroken.blogspot.com/2008/08/its-emotion-that-all-of-us-feel-at-some.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2523612867883121473/posts/default/2924315718180711244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2523612867883121473/posts/default/2924315718180711244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommysbroken.blogspot.com/2008/08/its-emotion-that-all-of-us-feel-at-some.html' title='Guilt With a Side of Dishes...'/><author><name>dizzydownward</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10706638782271751737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m5dti7dOTrk/TepSFkuk2vI/AAAAAAAAAEE/uhxBnh9Yk80/s220/008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2523612867883121473.post-5403932696974463809</id><published>2008-08-21T06:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T06:49:42.301-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lobster Claws</title><summary type='text'>I need to blog more. I was doing really good the 1st month but life has gotten hectic. Sometimes that's a good thing and other times it ends up with me unable to do ANYTHING! So I am writing this blog with 'lobster claws', this is what I affectionately call my hands when they are swollen beyond recognition. I know my hands are in there somewhere, but at the moment they are foreign objects </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommysbroken.blogspot.com/feeds/5403932696974463809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mommysbroken.blogspot.com/2008/08/lobster-claws.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2523612867883121473/posts/default/5403932696974463809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2523612867883121473/posts/default/5403932696974463809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommysbroken.blogspot.com/2008/08/lobster-claws.html' title='Lobster Claws'/><author><name>dizzydownward</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10706638782271751737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m5dti7dOTrk/TepSFkuk2vI/AAAAAAAAAEE/uhxBnh9Yk80/s220/008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2523612867883121473.post-5324931534263807492</id><published>2008-08-17T08:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T08:35:45.722-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time?</title><summary type='text'>I am sorry for the lack of blogging recently. The internet I am currently stealing is not that great. It is constantly going in and out, very unreliable. But seeing as it is not my internet I can  not call the company and complain. I hope that whoever is paying for this service is getting far better connection than me.Going to work on a nice long blog. So there should be an update in a few days, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommysbroken.blogspot.com/feeds/5324931534263807492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mommysbroken.blogspot.com/2008/08/time.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2523612867883121473/posts/default/5324931534263807492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2523612867883121473/posts/default/5324931534263807492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommysbroken.blogspot.com/2008/08/time.html' title='Time?'/><author><name>dizzydownward</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10706638782271751737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m5dti7dOTrk/TepSFkuk2vI/AAAAAAAAAEE/uhxBnh9Yk80/s220/008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2523612867883121473.post-3126368433546671332</id><published>2008-08-13T04:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T04:24:31.409-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>We found a couch. Sometimes you take for granted the small things in life. Like the ability to lounge. Ok, so it’s not a couch, it’s a love seat. I am really short so I don’t need to much space to stretch out.I have started a new morning routine. It is very important for me to start my day out as stress free as possible. I found some very wonderful candles at wal-mart today. One is Cyprus, you’d </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommysbroken.blogspot.com/feeds/3126368433546671332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mommysbroken.blogspot.com/2008/08/we-found-couch.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2523612867883121473/posts/default/3126368433546671332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2523612867883121473/posts/default/3126368433546671332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommysbroken.blogspot.com/2008/08/we-found-couch.html' title=''/><author><name>dizzydownward</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10706638782271751737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m5dti7dOTrk/TepSFkuk2vI/AAAAAAAAAEE/uhxBnh9Yk80/s220/008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2523612867883121473.post-6690648603517485287</id><published>2008-08-11T20:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T20:26:16.319-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>We finally have power. I am very excited about it. We spend the night decorating and cleaning. There is a few items in our fridge now. Hopefully we will be going shopping tomorrow. We are in desperate need for a couch. Some place to for me to lay down when I am not feeling well. Honestly I am in love with our house. It is small and easy to keep up with. It already feels like home. I am going to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommysbroken.blogspot.com/feeds/6690648603517485287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mommysbroken.blogspot.com/2008/08/we-finally-have-power.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2523612867883121473/posts/default/6690648603517485287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2523612867883121473/posts/default/6690648603517485287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommysbroken.blogspot.com/2008/08/we-finally-have-power.html' title=''/><author><name>dizzydownward</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10706638782271751737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m5dti7dOTrk/TepSFkuk2vI/AAAAAAAAAEE/uhxBnh9Yk80/s220/008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2523612867883121473.post-6272098331969813847</id><published>2008-08-11T09:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T10:03:15.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good News</title><summary type='text'>I got a lovely comment about my blog yesterday. Wick Davis from Lupus Foundation of America wants me to link up with other lupus blogs. I am all for getting together with other lupus bloggers. I have added the LFA blogspot. Please visit this blog, it had some very education information and tons of other links.I will be going home shortly to find out if there is power. Every one keep everything </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommysbroken.blogspot.com/feeds/6272098331969813847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mommysbroken.blogspot.com/2008/08/good-news.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2523612867883121473/posts/default/6272098331969813847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2523612867883121473/posts/default/6272098331969813847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommysbroken.blogspot.com/2008/08/good-news.html' title='Good News'/><author><name>dizzydownward</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10706638782271751737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m5dti7dOTrk/TepSFkuk2vI/AAAAAAAAAEE/uhxBnh9Yk80/s220/008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2523612867883121473.post-3603352901840162748</id><published>2008-08-10T16:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T16:49:32.952-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am currently feeling very lost without my Internet. Can't even keep up on with my friends. I do wonder how RAD is doing. I should call her.So the power will not be turned on till Monday. I am happy to say that no one has died yet. I am the calm center of the universe. This time it was due to the main breaker in the house being on when they came to turn it on. No one told us to be home when they</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommysbroken.blogspot.com/feeds/3603352901840162748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mommysbroken.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-am-currently-feeling-very-lost.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2523612867883121473/posts/default/3603352901840162748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2523612867883121473/posts/default/3603352901840162748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommysbroken.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-am-currently-feeling-very-lost.html' title=''/><author><name>dizzydownward</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10706638782271751737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m5dti7dOTrk/TepSFkuk2vI/AAAAAAAAAEE/uhxBnh9Yk80/s220/008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2523612867883121473.post-350502430202003449</id><published>2008-08-07T14:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T14:30:05.551-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry</title><summary type='text'>Things are still being worked on at the new place. I have managed to not kill anyone this week. So I must be doing alright. I will get caught up as soon as we have power and I have time. Sorry to keep everyone waiting for something new.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommysbroken.blogspot.com/feeds/350502430202003449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mommysbroken.blogspot.com/2008/08/sorry.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2523612867883121473/posts/default/350502430202003449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2523612867883121473/posts/default/350502430202003449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommysbroken.blogspot.com/2008/08/sorry.html' title='Sorry'/><author><name>dizzydownward</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10706638782271751737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m5dti7dOTrk/TepSFkuk2vI/AAAAAAAAAEE/uhxBnh9Yk80/s220/008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2523612867883121473.post-4224111792437931695</id><published>2008-08-04T20:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T20:58:05.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Flares Suck... Arrrgggg...</title><summary type='text'>Moving has been very hard work. We didn’t really have that much stuff to move but there has been lots of cleaning and such. The girls got to come Home for one night. This morning I got up to watch them while Daddy Z went to work and found out that I am flaring. Who wasn’t expecting that. Well Daddy Z got the girls taken care of so I could sleep a few hours and see if I could feel better. I got a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommysbroken.blogspot.com/feeds/4224111792437931695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mommysbroken.blogspot.com/2008/08/flares-suck-arrrgggg.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2523612867883121473/posts/default/4224111792437931695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2523612867883121473/posts/default/4224111792437931695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommysbroken.blogspot.com/2008/08/flares-suck-arrrgggg.html' title='Flares Suck... Arrrgggg...'/><author><name>dizzydownward</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10706638782271751737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m5dti7dOTrk/TepSFkuk2vI/AAAAAAAAAEE/uhxBnh9Yk80/s220/008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2523612867883121473.post-7737605022231433505</id><published>2008-08-01T06:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T07:05:59.374-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Dig a tunnel... Dig, Dig a tunnel.."</title><summary type='text'>For some reason that song is stuck in my head. Its the one for Lion King 1 1/2. I guess its all the work we have been doing the past day. We got a place, and we are currently moving in. Its very exciting, to have my own corner of the world again. Pooh and Rabbit now have their own space. They are going to share a room but it is huge. More than enough for two little girls, in fact they like </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommysbroken.blogspot.com/feeds/7737605022231433505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mommysbroken.blogspot.com/2008/08/dig-tunnel-dig-dig-tunnel.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2523612867883121473/posts/default/7737605022231433505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2523612867883121473/posts/default/7737605022231433505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommysbroken.blogspot.com/2008/08/dig-tunnel-dig-dig-tunnel.html' title='&quot;Dig a tunnel... Dig, Dig a tunnel..&quot;'/><author><name>dizzydownward</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10706638782271751737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m5dti7dOTrk/TepSFkuk2vI/AAAAAAAAAEE/uhxBnh9Yk80/s220/008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2523612867883121473.post-6349920495282169315</id><published>2008-07-31T06:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T06:52:22.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Dance!</title><summary type='text'>We are going to be moving this weekend. We'll I guess mostly today and then I will be moving some more this weekend. If we can have someone watch the girls. I am going to do a whole bunch of house cleaning. Once we have everything done and we get settled we are going to have a cookout. I am very excited! We can now register Pooh for kindergarden.Due to the moving I will will not be blogging until</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommysbroken.blogspot.com/feeds/6349920495282169315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mommysbroken.blogspot.com/2008/07/happy-dance.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2523612867883121473/posts/default/6349920495282169315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2523612867883121473/posts/default/6349920495282169315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommysbroken.blogspot.com/2008/07/happy-dance.html' title='Happy Dance!'/><author><name>dizzydownward</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10706638782271751737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m5dti7dOTrk/TepSFkuk2vI/AAAAAAAAAEE/uhxBnh9Yk80/s220/008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2523612867883121473.post-2891042385763820523</id><published>2008-07-30T17:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T17:36:31.618-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe... hopefully</title><summary type='text'>So call number 60-ish has finally produced something as far as a housing situation. A landlord that likes us, and the we like. A rent that is within our budget. A location that we can do alot with. I know getting my hopes up is pointless but I can't help but want it to work out. In other news I went today and had a quote set for my tattoo that I have been wanting for 5 years now. It is a very </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommysbroken.blogspot.com/feeds/2891042385763820523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mommysbroken.blogspot.com/2008/07/maybe-hopefully.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2523612867883121473/posts/default/2891042385763820523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2523612867883121473/posts/default/2891042385763820523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommysbroken.blogspot.com/2008/07/maybe-hopefully.html' title='Maybe... hopefully'/><author><name>dizzydownward</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10706638782271751737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m5dti7dOTrk/TepSFkuk2vI/AAAAAAAAAEE/uhxBnh9Yk80/s220/008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2523612867883121473.post-3245330921396106321</id><published>2008-07-29T06:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T06:57:27.951-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Please leave a message...."</title><summary type='text'>Wow… rental hunting is insane. I called 52, yes count them 52 numbers yesterday. I spoke to all of 10 humans, 42 machines, and found out that there are only 4 rental units available in our area. I am baffled by these numbers. Honestly I figure there would be tons of rentals available. Heck I would have settled for one, the one. We want something in town, so we could walk to where we needed to go </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommysbroken.blogspot.com/feeds/3245330921396106321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mommysbroken.blogspot.com/2008/07/please-leave-message.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2523612867883121473/posts/default/3245330921396106321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2523612867883121473/posts/default/3245330921396106321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommysbroken.blogspot.com/2008/07/please-leave-message.html' title='&quot;Please leave a message....&quot;'/><author><name>dizzydownward</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10706638782271751737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m5dti7dOTrk/TepSFkuk2vI/AAAAAAAAAEE/uhxBnh9Yk80/s220/008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2523612867883121473.post-7179277793092338200</id><published>2008-07-28T12:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T12:24:47.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One dress down... 500 more to go.</title><summary type='text'>This is my 1st dress. This was a made for a good friend, they picked the fabric. It was a blast doing it and gave me alot of practice. I think it turned out well, and they seem to really like it. Of course their daughter looked adoreable in it, then again she is adoreable in a paper sack.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommysbroken.blogspot.com/feeds/7179277793092338200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mommysbroken.blogspot.com/2008/07/one-dress-down-500-more-to-go.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2523612867883121473/posts/default/7179277793092338200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2523612867883121473/posts/default/7179277793092338200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommysbroken.blogspot.com/2008/07/one-dress-down-500-more-to-go.html' title='One dress down... 500 more to go.'/><author><name>dizzydownward</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10706638782271751737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m5dti7dOTrk/TepSFkuk2vI/AAAAAAAAAEE/uhxBnh9Yk80/s220/008.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mOlpDgwBEv8/SI4c9f_TBbI/AAAAAAAAAAY/SyZtRAiVrwA/s72-c/dress.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2523612867883121473.post-3816894777772036165</id><published>2008-07-28T06:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T06:44:58.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On the run....</title><summary type='text'>My favorite place was on Good Morning America this weekend. This is where me and Daddy Z go on vacation, and hopefully where we are going to end up raising the girls. The girls are coming home today, after being gone for two weeks. I have enjoyed the time to get my head on straight and catch up on work. I want to make this last two weeks before school starts fun for them.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommysbroken.blogspot.com/feeds/3816894777772036165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mommysbroken.blogspot.com/2008/07/on-run.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2523612867883121473/posts/default/3816894777772036165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2523612867883121473/posts/default/3816894777772036165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommysbroken.blogspot.com/2008/07/on-run.html' title='On the run....'/><author><name>dizzydownward</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10706638782271751737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m5dti7dOTrk/TepSFkuk2vI/AAAAAAAAAEE/uhxBnh9Yk80/s220/008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2523612867883121473.post-3240235732916589383</id><published>2008-07-26T10:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T10:47:58.522-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When is school starting?</title><summary type='text'>Today is Rabbit’s birthday. She is 4years old. Wow, I’m getting old. This is not a statement of lament but rather joy, “I have made it this long”. Hopefully she will be starting school in two weeks, with her sister. I know it feels a bit young but I like her being able to interact with the other children. If the class is to full then she will be at home with me for another year. I would love to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommysbroken.blogspot.com/feeds/3240235732916589383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mommysbroken.blogspot.com/2008/07/when-is-school-starting.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2523612867883121473/posts/default/3240235732916589383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2523612867883121473/posts/default/3240235732916589383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommysbroken.blogspot.com/2008/07/when-is-school-starting.html' title='When is school starting?'/><author><name>dizzydownward</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10706638782271751737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m5dti7dOTrk/TepSFkuk2vI/AAAAAAAAAEE/uhxBnh9Yk80/s220/008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2523612867883121473.post-4416504294749796324</id><published>2008-07-25T16:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T10:49:19.235-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where Did We Go So Wrong?</title><summary type='text'>This morning I woke up with no intention of blogging, not due to want but more to inability. I normally blog either right before I go to bed or as soon as I wake up. Just keeps things fresh and I seem to have a better train of thought. Last night I have another ‘episode’; came home and passed out. Today when I woke up I was still in a fog and could not get my brain to get moving. I tried to think</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommysbroken.blogspot.com/feeds/4416504294749796324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mommysbroken.blogspot.com/2008/07/where-did-we-go-so-wrong.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2523612867883121473/posts/default/4416504294749796324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2523612867883121473/posts/default/4416504294749796324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommysbroken.blogspot.com/2008/07/where-did-we-go-so-wrong.html' title='Where Did We Go So Wrong?'/><author><name>dizzydownward</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10706638782271751737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m5dti7dOTrk/TepSFkuk2vI/AAAAAAAAAEE/uhxBnh9Yk80/s220/008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2523612867883121473.post-7701437436112466718</id><published>2008-07-24T07:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T07:12:01.198-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tennis?</title><summary type='text'>Me and AK went to Hobby Lobby yesterday. I should never go to this store without at least 100dollars. I could have bought so many things. Their fabric section is all cute and trendy fabric. It really helped to get the creative juices flowing. I am really excited about making the dresses. I just have to make sure I make them top quality. I finally won my battle with the sewing machine. It’s wasn’t</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommysbroken.blogspot.com/feeds/7701437436112466718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mommysbroken.blogspot.com/2008/07/tennis.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2523612867883121473/posts/default/7701437436112466718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2523612867883121473/posts/default/7701437436112466718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommysbroken.blogspot.com/2008/07/tennis.html' title='Tennis?'/><author><name>dizzydownward</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10706638782271751737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m5dti7dOTrk/TepSFkuk2vI/AAAAAAAAAEE/uhxBnh9Yk80/s220/008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2523612867883121473.post-2011014487752505590</id><published>2008-07-23T06:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T06:33:27.294-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We Can Afford What?</title><summary type='text'>Me and AK are going to head out this morning to get her all the craft things that she needs. After which I going to go over and sew up everything I was suppose to yesterday. I ended up not having the time yesterday to do everything I needed to. No biggie, there is always today to get caught up. I am going to try to have two dresses done by this afternoon, wish me luck. We spent yesterday with </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommysbroken.blogspot.com/feeds/2011014487752505590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mommysbroken.blogspot.com/2008/07/we-can-afford-what.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2523612867883121473/posts/default/2011014487752505590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2523612867883121473/posts/default/2011014487752505590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommysbroken.blogspot.com/2008/07/we-can-afford-what.html' title='We Can Afford What?'/><author><name>dizzydownward</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10706638782271751737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m5dti7dOTrk/TepSFkuk2vI/AAAAAAAAAEE/uhxBnh9Yk80/s220/008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2523612867883121473.post-364468269501840382</id><published>2008-07-21T22:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T22:43:14.564-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Go... Go... Go</title><summary type='text'>Monday ended up being a busy day. I finally found someone with a sewing machine and got my 1st dress made. GO ME! It looks a bit slap dash but it was all freehand. I have already cut the fabric and pinned it for my next dress, this one I intend to sell. Some time tomorrow I plan on getting it together. Tomorrow I should have pictures of how the dress turns out.  I am ready to get this project on </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommysbroken.blogspot.com/feeds/364468269501840382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mommysbroken.blogspot.com/2008/07/go-go-go.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2523612867883121473/posts/default/364468269501840382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2523612867883121473/posts/default/364468269501840382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommysbroken.blogspot.com/2008/07/go-go-go.html' title='Go... Go... Go'/><author><name>dizzydownward</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10706638782271751737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m5dti7dOTrk/TepSFkuk2vI/AAAAAAAAAEE/uhxBnh9Yk80/s220/008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2523612867883121473.post-6119355848056049384</id><published>2008-07-20T21:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T21:17:35.179-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ah... Family</title><summary type='text'>The weekend ended up a disaster. We went and saw the movie, it was great. I personally didn’t even notice that it was two and half hours long. I will admit that it is not for everyone. After sitting thru the whole movie I had to ride another hour south to my mothers to pick up my youngest, Rabbit. We had planned on my grandmother bringing her back home but also per our norm plans never work out </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommysbroken.blogspot.com/feeds/6119355848056049384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mommysbroken.blogspot.com/2008/07/ah-family.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2523612867883121473/posts/default/6119355848056049384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2523612867883121473/posts/default/6119355848056049384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommysbroken.blogspot.com/2008/07/ah-family.html' title='Ah... 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