<?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-7185689463645018283</id><updated>2012-02-16T20:13:49.740-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bonitas Thoughts</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonitasthoughts-bonita.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185689463645018283/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonitasthoughts-bonita.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Bonita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04879272227856749009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OpZVEQC3xQQ/STSLhNewFVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/q6mifEmkT6w/S220/IMGP1459.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>35</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7185689463645018283.post-2521216624641273544</id><published>2009-11-20T19:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T20:23:23.091-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I will always have Hope</title><content type='html'>Can anyone describe the meaning of the word &lt;strong&gt;hope&lt;/strong&gt;? Without looking at a dictionary, just off the top of your head when you think &lt;strong&gt;hope&lt;/strong&gt;, you think?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, no matter how great today was or wasn't, you always &lt;strong&gt;hope&lt;/strong&gt; for a better tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your children, you &lt;strong&gt;hope&lt;/strong&gt; they have a better childhood and future that you had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hope&lt;/strong&gt; can mean so many things but it always has a basis. For the rest of my life, I will no longer think of &lt;strong&gt;hope&lt;/strong&gt; as just a word, but a person, and angel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know you always hear that god has a plan for you, that god put you on this earth for a reason and we have to figure out what that is. Well, &lt;strong&gt;Hope&lt;/strong&gt; has a purpose, I believe she was brought here to bring a little bit of light into our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About 9months after moving here I got invited to this crafts and conversations thing. Of course I said yes, I hated being cooped up in the house with nothing to do, with a 9month old. I had friends but I had 2 friends and that was it. I invited my friend Molly to come with me, we were so timid walking into the chapel on base, we didn't know what to do or anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then these people walked in, they both sat next to us and just started talking. One looked like she was knitting, and the other just talked on and on and on. That's when I met Neighbor Debbie and &lt;strong&gt;Hope&lt;/strong&gt;. They explained to us what to do and that this was just a weekly get away for wives to meet other wives. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then &lt;strong&gt;Hope&lt;/strong&gt; brought up Compass. She told us all about it and that we should do this next upcoming class. We both said yea why not. Compass was the first thing that I went alone, that I didn't need a friend to ride with me there, I just tried it on my own. But I wasn't alone, I had &lt;strong&gt;Hope&lt;/strong&gt;. She was so excited to see me, she really is great as a Compass Mentor and making you feel special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it wasn't for &lt;strong&gt;Hope&lt;/strong&gt;, I wouldn't have ever joined Compass, I wouldn't have such great friends and support group that I have here. And its not like the friendship ended with Compass, it continued, when we went to WA she texted me all the time to see how I was doing. And when Compass started up again that Jan. she made sure I was going to volunteer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only got teary eyed about one person leaving this base and that was Molly. Now &lt;strong&gt;Hope's&lt;/strong&gt; husband is retired and even though they will just move a few hours away, again I find myself getting teary eye about losing another part of my military family. It makes me worry about how much I'm going to cry when we leave here in July to Sicily. The navy takes you here kicking and screaming all the way, just to move you again...kicking and screaming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hope&lt;/strong&gt;, like you said the other day in Mentor training, you are like an adopted mama to me. I will miss you so much, I will miss seeing your face at Compass and keeping it energetic. I will miss your southern sayings that I have never heard in my life. You've done so much for me, that I don't think you have realized. You've made this command bearable to me and an enjoyment, you got me into blogging and then the next thing I know I'm writing my own book (which when I do finish it I will send you a copy). I really don't know where I would be without you, thank you so much for your friendship and hospitality. And I know its not goodbye cause I know we will see each other again, I mean I got to take Brock to Disney World sometime, but its just going to be hard not having you around all the time. God has blessed you with joy and kindness, and you will always be in our prayers and apart of our military family. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to the civilian world, I will always have &lt;strong&gt;hope &lt;/strong&gt;in the military and in life, because I found &lt;strong&gt;Hope&lt;/strong&gt; while I was here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185689463645018283-2521216624641273544?l=bonitasthoughts-bonita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonitasthoughts-bonita.blogspot.com/feeds/2521216624641273544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185689463645018283&amp;postID=2521216624641273544' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185689463645018283/posts/default/2521216624641273544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185689463645018283/posts/default/2521216624641273544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonitasthoughts-bonita.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-will-always-have-hope.html' title='I will always have &lt;strong&gt;Hope&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Bonita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04879272227856749009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OpZVEQC3xQQ/STSLhNewFVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/q6mifEmkT6w/S220/IMGP1459.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7185689463645018283.post-1279815931935537526</id><published>2009-11-20T19:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T19:53:31.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Being Skinny has its downsides</title><content type='html'>I love to shop, just as much as the next lady but have you ever felt like nothing fits you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find the cutest clothes but i'm just to skinny or too short...when does it end?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All i wanted was a pea coat, a cute one too. So we went to Maurces where I have been durling over this fleace pea coat for weeks, we finally had the money so on the way home from a 4hr day of shopping....we had to stop at that store for that one thing that I wanted and all I was getting that day...guess what? They had 4 of them, and not one small!!! So I looked around and thought well maybe I don't need that certain one, I can get a wool one...before I even looked at the sizes I stopped to look at the price...HECK NO I'M NOT PAYING NO $80 FOR A COAT!!! So we moved on...and all the other coats they had there...not one, not one size small. The lady asked if she could call another store for me to see if they have one and I said forget it, we've been out to long today. I was crushed :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got back in the car, and my hubby mentioned that old navy did have a lot of pea coats some that even looked like the one I wanted, just without the wrap. So I said okay lets try it. And to my surprise they didn't even have a medium! UGH! So depresed we went home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I thought...its modren times, we are all blessed with online shopping! So guess what first online store i went to...yep, Maurces. I found my coat and my hopes started to build up and I click on the down arrow for size and only option was XLarge. How is it that they only have one size...ONLINE?!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I tried Old Navy...samething. Upset I just quit for the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today, I started the search over again. Aeropostal, its one of my favorite stores, they have pea coats and their cute! Guess what size they all were, I don't even want to say you know....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I searched all over, I found some cheap ones on Overstock.com....I cant figure out their sizes. Then American Eagle...yea I'm not paying $100 for a coat...I might as well get the real thing at the clothing store on base. Then it clicked to me, berlington coat factory, why I wouldn't think them...I don't know. But still none I liked and the ones I did, not in my size. I tried one more store...Kohls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know Kohls say to expect great things! I did not expect to see a pea coat that I like in my size at a decent price! SCORE! Just missing my debit card so I have to wait for the hubby to get home. So I shopped some more at Areo online, he came home to see what I have found, and my reasonable hubby says, how about my next weekend off we go try on everything you have in your shopping cart right now. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hope that A: They have that pea coat at Kohls, in the next 6days, and B: If they don't that its still avalible online...if A and B don't work, I just might have to kill my hubby for trying to be reasonable! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So is it just me or does anyone else have this same issue?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185689463645018283-1279815931935537526?l=bonitasthoughts-bonita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonitasthoughts-bonita.blogspot.com/feeds/1279815931935537526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185689463645018283&amp;postID=1279815931935537526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185689463645018283/posts/default/1279815931935537526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185689463645018283/posts/default/1279815931935537526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonitasthoughts-bonita.blogspot.com/2009/11/being-skinny-has-its-downsides.html' title='Being Skinny has its downsides'/><author><name>Bonita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04879272227856749009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OpZVEQC3xQQ/STSLhNewFVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/q6mifEmkT6w/S220/IMGP1459.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7185689463645018283.post-8275180978305366132</id><published>2009-11-12T16:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T16:29:49.158-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome Back</title><content type='html'>"Welcome back," Yes thank you, I know ya'll are thinking this because it has been forever and a half since I have blogged, but I have rediscovered my blogging need. I love to write, and when I discovered blogging thanks to Miss Hope, I had filled a little hole in my life. I do not know why I stopped but what matters is I am back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since last April as ya'll know we got extended here in Kingsbay, GA. Thats right no Sicily! At least not when we entended on going. The biggest upset was not going home, we had planned that I would go home for about 4months to pay off our debt, besides the car. But after a few days of being upset and hating the navy I came to my senses in the fact that all things happen for a reason and there are some positives to us not moving right now. It finally came down to a "Whew! What a big move we just dodged!" I really don't think we were ready for that big move quit yet. Now don't get me wrong we have not lost our orders and we are still going to Sicily, in July to be exact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also we almost got our son potty trained! Our methods my be a bit strange but hey it works. What we did: Let Brock run around naked. He peed in the potty and held his poop, till one day he had his first accedent. Brock was very upset about the whole situation we just told him its okay and next time please make to the bathroom at least. A week later we had poop in the bathroom and he was letting us know when he had to go. The only problem was and still is, he has a hudge problem sitting and pooping at the sametime, but its a work in progress. After this coming week we are going to try to wear undies, hopefully since he has a problem going in dipers he will catch on fast. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to appoligize I have not been on, and I am going to try to get on more often now. Kind of like I used to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185689463645018283-8275180978305366132?l=bonitasthoughts-bonita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonitasthoughts-bonita.blogspot.com/feeds/8275180978305366132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185689463645018283&amp;postID=8275180978305366132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185689463645018283/posts/default/8275180978305366132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185689463645018283/posts/default/8275180978305366132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonitasthoughts-bonita.blogspot.com/2009/11/welcome-back.html' title='Welcome Back'/><author><name>Bonita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04879272227856749009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OpZVEQC3xQQ/STSLhNewFVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/q6mifEmkT6w/S220/IMGP1459.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7185689463645018283.post-3950406475703837910</id><published>2009-04-17T19:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T19:59:55.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Upates updates updates</title><content type='html'>First of all may i say sorry for not coming on as much as i mean to anymore, life is just getting a little hecktic, but i will update you on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brocks World:&lt;br /&gt;Brocks anckel is fully healed and hes been trying to run, but that usally ends in a face plant. He peed in the potty the other day 3times! I give him the fact that he was starting elsewhere but as soon as i grabed him he stopped till we got to the potty. That boy is still in our bed, and we're saving up money to get him a twin size bed, so we can kick him out. That boys mind is expanding everyday, it amazes me. He just started counting, he can count to 3. And hes gotten in to a coloring mode, everyday he colors. &lt;br /&gt;He had a good easter, he went on a easter egg hunt, his first one and he did great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hubbys world: &lt;br /&gt;My husbands schedule changed again. (y i haven't had time to blog) His schedule got our schedule all messed up! So my hubby works 3days, and during those three days hes 8hrs on 8hrs off. INSANE! Then the fallowing day is training, after that 2days off. But he hardly gets those 2days off. So i don't get to see my husband, brock has become paranoid and wont sleep when daddy is home. So we have late nights and early mornings and somedays no naps....i'm wearing thin...the whole family is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My world:&lt;br /&gt;I just started pure romance! yay! i had my first sale today! yay! And as of now my first party will be the third! yay! &lt;br /&gt;My book, as far as that goes is on hold. once my nanny! billys cousin comes here to help us out i will have time to excape so i can write my book.&lt;br /&gt;As far as my friend goes, well after i read her message off myspace she texted me asking if we were still friends. I told her to be honest i'm offended, and i will just need sometime to think. But i still texted her and stuff. And i even invited her to girls dinner night while the hubbys were working. &lt;br /&gt;If your going to hold yourself on a pedastole and judge weather or not people are disrespectful then don't act it!!!! She came into the resterant w/a friend i said hi to them her friend said hi back. "my friend" said nothing. She didn't say a thing throughout dinner, and when i said goodbye...nothing. So i'm not bothering w/her anymore.&lt;br /&gt;A few days ago we went swiming w/a group of people. I brought along molly, because i heard "that friend" was going. I brought molly so i can while billy is playing in the water, take molly and brock to a side of the beach so we can enjoy ourselves and not have an akward tention w/that one girl there. &lt;br /&gt;I felt a little bad and almost said hi to her. Because while her husband was out in the water w/mine she was all alone. But i didn't because like i said i tried and she didn't put forth any effort, so i have washed my hands of her.&lt;br /&gt;Other than that things are going okay, i have my depressed days from not seeing my hubby as much but it all goes away when he gets a day off. And it gets put on the back burner when i got out, so i'm trying to do that more, brock likes it. I'm excited that compass is starting again...hopefully we can get brock on a normal schedule w/it....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O! i almost forgot. Billys grandma called to let us know his greatgrandma is selling her house. She is going to try to talk the price down for us, so we could have a chance in buying it. Then we will rent it out till we are out of the military and can go home. The house its self is small, one bedroom, one bathroom, and a basment. But the yard! IS 50ACRES!!!! How nice would that be? i know it seem impossible for us, for how young we are but i am still praying like crazy, because it would be nice to have a house where we want it when we come home. Also Brock would be able to grow up right next to his greatgrandma. Please say a little prayer for us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heres some pics for ya'll:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OpZVEQC3xQQ/SelCFUNTlnI/AAAAAAAAAIg/TWLfQZgy2wY/s1600-h/DSCN0290.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OpZVEQC3xQQ/SelCFUNTlnI/AAAAAAAAAIg/TWLfQZgy2wY/s320/DSCN0290.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325860693433620082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OpZVEQC3xQQ/SelCFDzU6VI/AAAAAAAAAIY/GHnEbMcZXzo/s1600-h/DSCN0286.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OpZVEQC3xQQ/SelCFDzU6VI/AAAAAAAAAIY/GHnEbMcZXzo/s320/DSCN0286.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325860689029687634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OpZVEQC3xQQ/SelCEweCGfI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/ID-U6G9t6Wo/s1600-h/DSCN0281.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OpZVEQC3xQQ/SelCEweCGfI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/ID-U6G9t6Wo/s320/DSCN0281.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325860683840100850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185689463645018283-3950406475703837910?l=bonitasthoughts-bonita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonitasthoughts-bonita.blogspot.com/feeds/3950406475703837910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185689463645018283&amp;postID=3950406475703837910' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185689463645018283/posts/default/3950406475703837910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185689463645018283/posts/default/3950406475703837910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonitasthoughts-bonita.blogspot.com/2009/04/upates-updates-updates.html' title='Upates updates updates'/><author><name>Bonita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04879272227856749009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OpZVEQC3xQQ/STSLhNewFVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/q6mifEmkT6w/S220/IMGP1459.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OpZVEQC3xQQ/SelCFUNTlnI/AAAAAAAAAIg/TWLfQZgy2wY/s72-c/DSCN0290.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7185689463645018283.post-4956124878161168261</id><published>2009-03-27T14:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T15:23:18.257-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends Come and Go</title><content type='html'>We threw a St. Patricks day party. It turned out great, and we had a lot of fun. One of the ladies there, was my first friend here. Shes done a lot to make me question her attitude on things but i think i held on to her for so long because I love her son and like i said she was my first friend away from home. &lt;br /&gt;Well everyone was having fun at the party, when all of a sudden she stands up gathers her stuff and storms out of the house. Then she came back in, grabed her son. I felt like i had to ask if she was leaving because i had a feeling she wasn't going to say goodbye. I thought she left because of her son was a little grouchy and ready for a nap. that turned out to only be part of the problem, she was just having family issues. Well me not knowing whats going on, and everyone else not knowing we all thought she was mad at someone or me. &lt;br /&gt;Well to be honest i just ignored it. It bugged me but really not enough to say something a cause a confrontation about it. I hate confrontation, when my husband and i were dating i would always write him notes stating i had a problem with him. It took us getting married for me to tell him that he pissed me off w/out writing it out for him. &lt;br /&gt;A few days after the party my husband and i were just talking about it, how much fun it was and ect. He then asks me what was wrong with blah blah blah. (im not going to state her name for respect for her) I said what do you mean? I think she was just mad because her son needed a nap and was having a melt down. He said oh i didn't know about that, i was talking about when she ripped her sons sippy out of Brocks hand. Shocked i said WHAT? I never saw that. He said ya i didn't say anything because i thought i might have been over reacting because i was drinking. But now that i think about it, i wasn't. I was ferious. I can forgive the way she acted at my house the way she left but treating my son like that i feel there is no excuse. &lt;br /&gt;So i wrote her a email on myspace stating the way she acted and how i felt towards it. Hope read it and made sure it was more of a i feel then a attacking email:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey Blank&lt;br /&gt;There are a few things bugging me about our party on Tues. I just want to let you know I still want to be your friend, its just you did a few things that upset not only me but Billy off too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all Billy saw you rip one of Ben’s sippy cups out of Brocks hands. He didn’t say anything because he thought he might be over reacting because he was drinking. But as the days went along after that it started to bug him. I know that it wasn’t Brocks sippy but you could have just nicely taken it out of Brocks hands or made a trade with him for his sippy. I understand that it wasn’t Brocks but how should Brock no better when A: He’s only 15monhts old and B: you’ve let him drink out of it before. Please just don’t do that again it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also when you left. I know its hard watching a baby by yourself for 2weeks. But I’ve done it before, many of times, when I drove to Ohio when Brock was 8months old by myself. Also every wife in the section has experience the long working days where for weeks-months the guys just come home to eat and sleep. You think we get extra help with the babies? No. I know that w/out help you get stressed, everyone does. But when I go to your house or anyone else’s house with Brock alone and he starts to act out I keep my cool let you know I have to go because of Brock and you understand. We understood why you had to leave but you didn’t have to storm out of my house like that. I really didn't know if you were upset with me or someone at my house. If I upset you? Next time please let me know instead of leaving like you did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope we can still be friends, because I like hanging out with you and seeing Ben, but the way you acted that day I felt was really rude. I hope we could just put this behind us. I just had to get this off of my chest. I’ll talk to you later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bonita&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought it was a really nice way of saying the way she acted i didn't like. All i wanted at most from it was a appology and for us to move on. At least for us to move on and her to never act like that at my house. Well she took it the wrong way. She wrote back, the first 2pharagraphed explained the why she acted the way she did. And after that i thought well maybe i'll write her back saying if she needs to vent i'm always here then i read the 3rd paragraph. That really upset me, and i'm in no mood to talk to her for awhile, i just need to cool down before seeing her again or replieing to her message. &lt;br /&gt;She wrote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bonita, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First I would like to explain what happened with the sippy cup. I was sitting on the couch with ben in my arms trying to feed him a bottle to get him to take a nap. I had the sippy cup hidden behind my diaper bags and beside my leg. Brock must have leaned over them to reach it. By the time i noticed he had it he had already drank half of the juice. I did not have anymore juice for ben with me or at home. That was why i couldnt let brock just drink it, plus as you have said its expensive. When i was taking the sippy cup from Brock I was taking it how I normally do from him with very little force. He started to let go but when it started to come out of his mouth he decided to bite the nipple of the sippy and pulled really hard. I was caught off guard and if I had let go of the sippy cup Brock would have flown backwards onto the floor and hit his head. In that second I chose to have him go forward falling on the diaper bags so he wouldnt get hurt. Unfortunatly no one was watching Brock at the time and due to the fact I had Ben in my arms I was unable to retrieve Brocks sippy cup to exchange. I know it looked really bad but unfortunatly I was left with very little options. I am sorry that it turned out like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I told you already I left for personal reasons which had nothing to do with anyone at your party. I will explain a little about why I left but not in great detail. I believe I have told you before my family is fighting. My dad tried calling me earlier that day at your house but I didnt answer because i thought he was just checking up. Since I didnt answer he later sent a text message telling me something that really upset me. My family issues have taken a turn for the worst and I needed to leave imediately to call my dad and find out what happened. I was really upset and im sure everyone saw and I was in no mood to explain in front of everyone. I did speak with you before I left and apologized for leaving so abruptly and I did tell you I would try to come back later. I needed to leave anyways due to Ben needing a nap, I didnt have his dinner, and the dogs needed to be let out. I even texted you later telling you I was coming back, but Ben was too tired for me to return. I wouldn't have said that if I had a problem with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would have appreciated if you had come to me and asked in a nice manner what had happened once you first started thinking about it. The more you think about things the tend to get exaggerated in your mind and I do understand why you are upset, but you should always ask what happens before you jump to conclusions. I have been watching and taking care of kids since I was 13 and I was offended at your accusation that I was in some way trying to hurt your son. I also did not appreciate you contacting me by myspace it showed me how little respect you have for me. Please dont ask me to talk to you in person if I have a problem with you and you dont even give me the same curtesy. There was other was other ways to handle this situation and you chose one of the most disrespectfull ways to do it. You know how your husband has a problem with people cheating, I have a problem with disrespect. I have lost many friends because of them disrespecting me or someone I cared about. I would like things to be cleared up between us, but I know our friendship wont be how it used to be. Its going to take time for it to be back to normal. I would still like to hang out with you and Brock. Im willing to give our friendship a second chance. I hope you are too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blank&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She texted me today asking if i read it and asking if we're still friends. I just told her i'm honestly offend right now being called disrespectful. Not to toot my own horn but i believe i am a very respectful person even if i don't like you (unless i get drunk the truth then comes out) But i try to be respectful, fair and nice to everyone i know and meet. I told her i would have to have time to cool down after the message she sent me and maybe sometime to think. I told her sry. She hasn't replied, so i think she just answered her own question. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In some ways i wish i never brought it up, but then again i had to say something about the sippy. Billy says it went down differently. And i'm glad i didn't see it because i probably be posting a blog right now about how i kicked someone out of my house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh, thats how i feel right now...i graduated high school...i should be done with this drama.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185689463645018283-4956124878161168261?l=bonitasthoughts-bonita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonitasthoughts-bonita.blogspot.com/feeds/4956124878161168261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185689463645018283&amp;postID=4956124878161168261' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185689463645018283/posts/default/4956124878161168261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185689463645018283/posts/default/4956124878161168261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonitasthoughts-bonita.blogspot.com/2009/03/friends-come-and-go.html' title='Friends Come and Go'/><author><name>Bonita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04879272227856749009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OpZVEQC3xQQ/STSLhNewFVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/q6mifEmkT6w/S220/IMGP1459.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7185689463645018283.post-2084130590253921633</id><published>2009-03-15T17:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T18:20:12.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'>everybody is sick</title><content type='html'>My weekend started off okay. Thursday night the hubbs and I had a nice date, except during the middle of our movie i get a phone call from the sitter. "Brock just puked, do you got a thermometer or Tylenol?" I told her where everything was, she said he still seemed fine and to finish our date. He didn't puke the rest of the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since he was acting normal we didn't think anything of it...except when I woke up at 3am in a cold sweat, and puking myself. Because of no temperature and the curse of the women i quickly thought..."O crap could i be pregnant." Then i thought maybe it was the sea food i ate on my date, its been years since i had sea food because i got sick on it then. To top it all off, my mom was flying in from WA. My mom and i have a awkward relationship as is, and we're trying to mend it, i don't need to be sick while shes here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It went fine, i went to Walmart not thinking i haven't eaten all day because i felt nausea all day. I almost past out at walmart waiting to check out. But i made it home safe and in the mood for some subway. I ate half of my foot long and was ready to puke again. My mom left, and I layed Brock down with me to get him to go to sleep early. As soon as he calmed down and rolled over, he started coughing. Then that nasty puking smell came...it stunk like sour milk and it was in my bed! I quickly grabbed Brock before our conferter got splattered on too, and i looked for something to clean him up. When from behind me I hear a puking noise fallowed by a splatter noise all over my bedroom floor! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now i got it all over me, all over Brock and my room is redecorated. Trying not to puke myself i had to clean the mess, before drawing Brock a bath. Brock slept good all night...i didn't. So i guess i got sick from him. I texted Brocks sitter about it and she said, "yeah he got me sick too." She ended up in the ER about 9 that night. While i lived in the bathroom for 2hrs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning i felt better. But i was itchy. I went to wake Billy up scratching myself, telling him i must have gotten attracted last night by bugs. Just then i looked down and I'm covered in a nice spotted rash. All over my arms, my chest, my back and my thighs. I did a rub down with benadril itching cream and although it looked awful i felt a lot better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 5am Sunday morning Billy comes home from work, complaining about his stomach hurting. Great hes sick too but he wasn't puking at first. Then that came, he had to take the day off, because he was to shaky to stand. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up, barley able to walk. Every joint in my body hurt. And still does. Closing my hands hurt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the bright side of my weekend is Brock is walking again, hes limping a little but at least hes trying now. I learned that i am a size 2 jean now. And although it was great to see her it was great to see my mom leave. The unspoken tension is gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hoping next weekend goes better. I'm ready to rest for a few days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185689463645018283-2084130590253921633?l=bonitasthoughts-bonita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonitasthoughts-bonita.blogspot.com/feeds/2084130590253921633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185689463645018283&amp;postID=2084130590253921633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185689463645018283/posts/default/2084130590253921633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185689463645018283/posts/default/2084130590253921633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonitasthoughts-bonita.blogspot.com/2009/03/everybody-is-sick.html' title='everybody is sick'/><author><name>Bonita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04879272227856749009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OpZVEQC3xQQ/STSLhNewFVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/q6mifEmkT6w/S220/IMGP1459.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7185689463645018283.post-5935078213662437042</id><published>2009-03-09T19:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T05:34:12.412-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my weekend</title><content type='html'>The weekend started of okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hubby was ditching me to hang with his friends, Friday night. But it was okay since he only seems to go out once a year. That was until at 5am i get a call, "were going to the beach!" After hanging up with him it took me an hour to process what was just said and what was going on. Oh hell no. I called him up telling him i was upset that he had kind of abused his privileges. I told him he could stay out don't bother turning around even though he wanted to because he felt bad. He told me to call him when i woke up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at about 8 and called him. i asked where he was and he said i don't want to tell you, you'll be mad. Well, tell me, you don't know unless you do. He went to DAYTONA!!!!! i kid you not, i wanted to reach through that phone and kill him. There is a difference between going to the beach and going to Daytona. It didn't help either that Brock had woken up with a fever and i had to cancel our date. After yelling at him, he said he come home right away. I saw him about noon. He ran a little late because he had to suck up and buy me something. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was really sweet, he got me two anklets one means love and the other passion. But he still wasn't off the hook. Brock tempt. lowered quiet a bit so we went to the water front to cheer Brock up. Cheering up it did, that boy ran around forever. When we finally got to the playground i put him in the baby swing, at the time the sun was setting. When we finally got him out of it...kicking and screaming mind you, it was pitch black outside! How do you swing for that long?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We woke up Sunday morning early to hit the cracker barrel for breakfast. Then it was off to the zoo we went. We figured go on a Sunday. Why? Because its the south on a Sunday the zoo would be empty. I'm thinking everyone else in the state of Ga/Fl thought the same thing. It was insane there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time we got through most of the zoo Brock was headed for a melt down. We quickly found the play area for kids. We had just got there when i decided I'll take him down the slide. If i would have known what was going to happen next i would have never gone down that slide. Towards the end of our trip down it his foot got caught between me and the slide. OUCH! We didn't think it was that bad since he was headed for a melt down anyways. It was no surprise to us that he cried as much as he did. We thought that his foot getting caught just set the melt down off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling bad and thinking it would calm him down we walked/jogged to the gift shop to get him a toy. It wasn't really working, so i tried to set him down to go run around and find something. That's when he went limp on the side he hurt his food and fell into my arms, and started crying again. Then i started to worry. First thing we did....took of his shoe. It was purple, red or swollen. not broken, that's good. We got him a toy and left. He slept the whole way home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were thinking about taking him to the ER, but since it wasn't showing symptoms of being broken and he could move his foot and toes we figured wait till morning make him a appt. unless he starts walking on it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long story short couldn't make him a appt. went to the ER and i have given my son his first sprained ankle. I feel awful. I keep buying him treats and little toys to make me feel better. It looks like he might be walking by tonight. Finger crossed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185689463645018283-5935078213662437042?l=bonitasthoughts-bonita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonitasthoughts-bonita.blogspot.com/feeds/5935078213662437042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185689463645018283&amp;postID=5935078213662437042' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185689463645018283/posts/default/5935078213662437042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185689463645018283/posts/default/5935078213662437042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonitasthoughts-bonita.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-weekend.html' title='my weekend'/><author><name>Bonita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04879272227856749009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OpZVEQC3xQQ/STSLhNewFVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/q6mifEmkT6w/S220/IMGP1459.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7185689463645018283.post-5751271383919545758</id><published>2009-03-05T19:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T19:50:19.228-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Blog</title><content type='html'>Hey i did have two new posts up but after reading them Miss. Hope brought up a good point. I created Bonitas thoughts to post about my present. About Brock and my husband Billy and yet they drive me nuts i still love them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have recently started writing a story about my past. With the positive feedback i decided to continue. But Hope said it might be too raw to post on Bonitas thoughts. In note to that i have started a new blog that will consist of my story only. I need as much feedback as possible inorder for it to be great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is mostly for my own therapy, but if it can, it would be nice if it ended up helping others about divorice, mostly kids dealing with. To show them that they are never alone. Although they see it all the time and its the new "norm" you feel alone when it happens to you. So i hope you fallow my new blog, comment it and encorage others to read it too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://bonitaswriting.blogspot.com/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185689463645018283-5751271383919545758?l=bonitasthoughts-bonita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonitasthoughts-bonita.blogspot.com/feeds/5751271383919545758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185689463645018283&amp;postID=5751271383919545758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185689463645018283/posts/default/5751271383919545758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185689463645018283/posts/default/5751271383919545758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonitasthoughts-bonita.blogspot.com/2009/03/new-blog.html' title='New Blog'/><author><name>Bonita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04879272227856749009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OpZVEQC3xQQ/STSLhNewFVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/q6mifEmkT6w/S220/IMGP1459.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7185689463645018283.post-2038456691538149372</id><published>2009-03-01T15:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T16:29:15.204-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday, a fun day</title><content type='html'>Yesterday i was to lazy to go get Brock more milk. The only reason he drinks it is because its his security blanket. That in the right sippy cup works magic, i swear its amazing! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So poor Brock got challenged yesterday with not having milk in his sippy but water. Please congratulate him, he did it. He noticed there wasn't milk in it but he still took it, just had it less. I'll have to keep it in mind for when we start weaning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe Brock's sippy full of water all day and night, resulted in puking in the morning...all over our bed. Poor guy was trying to sleep in with his daddy too. It was about 10 and he usually wakes up at 8 latest. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had plan to go to the carnival and although Brock was feeling better we decided to skip it anyways. We didn't want a repeat from this morning. So we just went to the waterfront to let the little man run around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He did good wasn't showing any sign of being sick it was great. We spent about an hour there. I'm surprised we made it that long because it was WINDY! We couldn't keep the hoods to our hoodys up. But Brock loved the wind no matter how cold it was. I was freezing my butt off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we had to venture to walmart. Have you heard the expression its about as crowded as a walmart on Sundays....ya every Sunday after church is crowded at walmart. It was simple though we just needed milk for Brock and food for Billy. He gets to spend two days at work. Not looking forward to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then went home. As soon as we got home I ordered a pizza online for us, for lunch and dinner. It was because we thought Billy would be leaving the house a little before dinner time. So after about an hour and no pizza i finally called domino's, a little bit peeved. They had informed me that the lady had left to deliver our pizza about 20mins ago. I'm no idiot i know where domino's is, it takes 15mins tops to get there from my house. About 5mins later she showed up. I take it she doesn't get that many tips. I don't tip if your late especially if I found out you left 20mins ago! I'm a harsh costumer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the night went on. Billy got ready for work at about 530 and left a little before 6. Brock wont fall asleep for his naps if Billy is home. So as soon as he left Brock grabbed his sippy and cuddled with me on the couch. Not even 5mins went by he was out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At about 15 till 7 i get a phone call from Billy. I'm thinking hes breaking the rules and calling me while standing post. *tisk tisk* Nope i was wrong and so was his MA1 and everyone else that told him he had to start at 630. Nope he doesn't have to be there till 1230 tonight. So he came back home, in the middle of me doing my blog and wanted special attention since Brock was sleeping. Ya i knew it wouldn't work because Brock was just taking a nap. Hes awake and has been 15mins after Billy came home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to enjoy as much time with my hubby before he leaves me for two days. Till then enjoy our pictures from today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OpZVEQC3xQQ/SasoO6HRHiI/AAAAAAAAAII/aT8P_WHWHa8/s1600-h/DSCN0206.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OpZVEQC3xQQ/SasoO6HRHiI/AAAAAAAAAII/aT8P_WHWHa8/s320/DSCN0206.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308380822369279522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OpZVEQC3xQQ/SasoOjKZ_xI/AAAAAAAAAIA/ap2zfy_IE9c/s1600-h/DSCN0205.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OpZVEQC3xQQ/SasoOjKZ_xI/AAAAAAAAAIA/ap2zfy_IE9c/s320/DSCN0205.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308380816208428818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OpZVEQC3xQQ/SasoODS1J7I/AAAAAAAAAH4/H6h_vxSdfWM/s1600-h/DSCN0204.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OpZVEQC3xQQ/SasoODS1J7I/AAAAAAAAAH4/H6h_vxSdfWM/s320/DSCN0204.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308380807653828530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OpZVEQC3xQQ/SasoN6rBB_I/AAAAAAAAAHw/jyD5eeuy6ZI/s1600-h/DSCN0203.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OpZVEQC3xQQ/SasoN6rBB_I/AAAAAAAAAHw/jyD5eeuy6ZI/s320/DSCN0203.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308380805339351026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OpZVEQC3xQQ/SasoNsCFy7I/AAAAAAAAAHo/BtlHz84_Ajk/s1600-h/DSCN0202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OpZVEQC3xQQ/SasoNsCFy7I/AAAAAAAAAHo/BtlHz84_Ajk/s320/DSCN0202.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308380801409600434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OpZVEQC3xQQ/SasnvijsFgI/AAAAAAAAAHg/xwB0w5lOeKo/s1600-h/DSCN0201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OpZVEQC3xQQ/SasnvijsFgI/AAAAAAAAAHg/xwB0w5lOeKo/s320/DSCN0201.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308380283470091778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OpZVEQC3xQQ/SasnvAWSNAI/AAAAAAAAAHY/5MIqOLyaqRY/s1600-h/DSCN0200.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OpZVEQC3xQQ/SasnvAWSNAI/AAAAAAAAAHY/5MIqOLyaqRY/s320/DSCN0200.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308380274287064066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OpZVEQC3xQQ/SasnvFmb_GI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/DBNpfcOsPvc/s1600-h/DSCN0199.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OpZVEQC3xQQ/SasnvFmb_GI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/DBNpfcOsPvc/s320/DSCN0199.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308380275696991330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OpZVEQC3xQQ/Sasnuni25fI/AAAAAAAAAHI/1vPIImpoTag/s1600-h/DSCN0198.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OpZVEQC3xQQ/Sasnuni25fI/AAAAAAAAAHI/1vPIImpoTag/s320/DSCN0198.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308380267628914162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OpZVEQC3xQQ/SasnuJisNBI/AAAAAAAAAHA/DHE8Fmjt7GU/s1600-h/DSCN0197.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OpZVEQC3xQQ/SasnuJisNBI/AAAAAAAAAHA/DHE8Fmjt7GU/s320/DSCN0197.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308380259575149586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185689463645018283-2038456691538149372?l=bonitasthoughts-bonita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonitasthoughts-bonita.blogspot.com/feeds/2038456691538149372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185689463645018283&amp;postID=2038456691538149372' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185689463645018283/posts/default/2038456691538149372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185689463645018283/posts/default/2038456691538149372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonitasthoughts-bonita.blogspot.com/2009/03/sunday-fun-day.html' title='Sunday, a fun day'/><author><name>Bonita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04879272227856749009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OpZVEQC3xQQ/STSLhNewFVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/q6mifEmkT6w/S220/IMGP1459.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OpZVEQC3xQQ/SasoO6HRHiI/AAAAAAAAAII/aT8P_WHWHa8/s72-c/DSCN0206.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7185689463645018283.post-7439886079718637083</id><published>2009-02-27T18:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T19:09:36.624-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My little brat</title><content type='html'>We all know that everybody has good days and bad. Well, today was a bad day...not for me but for my son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He woke up before us and when i woke up i noticed he wasn't in our room and the house was quiet. (if i had music on this post this is where you would hear the dun dun dun) When I found him he was in his chair just waiting for someone to turn on his cartoons. How perfect is that?! I thought it was going to be a perfect day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as the morning went one he did a whole 180 degree flip with his attitude. First he threw a fit in my face and was hitting me not only with his hands but with a spoon! He smacked me in the lip good, there went time out number one. He still hadn't lost his trip to the local carnival. But it continued.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He kept doing things he wasn't supposed to pushing my buttons. And when he was confronted about these acts we would get a fit that involed hitting, falling on the floor and kicking. It would get him into time out once again. By then i had decided that we were not going to the carnival he had lost that trip. I told him hat if he makes a turn around we'll got play with Shanaras girls after lunch. He started off great, after i told him that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then daddy woke up. I told him how Brock was acting and we were no longer going to the carnival because of that. I got a awww come on, he isn't being that bad. He didn't mean to hit you with the spoon. Soon he saw how his son was acting up. Now he was pushing his luck with daddy. I ended up getting kicked! So I texted Shanara and told her that Brock is not going anywhere today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before Billy left for work, i got a text from Stacey inviting us over for dinner and Brock can play with Ben. I informed Brock if hes good after nap we'll go play with Ben. The whole time i was hoping he would because i didn't want to cook. About an hour after that only one time out, Brock let me lay him down for a nap. He not only fell asleep on his own but early at that. A complete turn around. He slept for 2hrs and we left a half hour after he woke up. Things seemed to be going good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't too long before Brock started getting moody at Staceys house. There was a toy Ben was playing with. Now Ben is only 8months old so he isn't walking yet but hes crawling. Brock walked up to the toy and pushed it far away from Ben, sat on it and started to play. Ben fallowed and started to play with it. As soon as Ben let go of the toy Brock pushed it away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Stacey finally got out another toy similar to the one Brock was taking. it didn't take long before Brock was trying to take that away from Ben. Then Brock was trying to push Ben out of the way. What a spoiled brat!!! Brock got yelled at about it and came crying to me. I told him what he was doing wrong and told him to stop it. He calmed down and went to play. Ben was on the floor when Brock (standing over him) picked up a toy truck, and held it out over Bens head. I yelled, "BROCK! i don't think your about to do what i think you are!!!" He instantly pulled the toy to his chest and "pretended" to play with it i guess. I say i guess, because a second later Brock dropped it on Bens head as soon as i turned my back to him. Ya he did time out for that. And I got him in his pjs and we left. I figured it was time for bed and Ben was tired too. But i couldn't believe the way Brock was acting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know my son is selfish because hes a only child and doesn't play with other kids his age much. But the way he acted at Staceys towards Ben was embarassing, usally people tell me how great of a baby he is and how lucky we are. We usally tell them he doesn't show his true colors when we're out but i guess now he is. So keep your babies away Brock will show them how not to act plus i don't think they're heads are safe around my son.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185689463645018283-7439886079718637083?l=bonitasthoughts-bonita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonitasthoughts-bonita.blogspot.com/feeds/7439886079718637083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185689463645018283&amp;postID=7439886079718637083' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185689463645018283/posts/default/7439886079718637083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185689463645018283/posts/default/7439886079718637083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonitasthoughts-bonita.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-little-brat.html' title='My little brat'/><author><name>Bonita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04879272227856749009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OpZVEQC3xQQ/STSLhNewFVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/q6mifEmkT6w/S220/IMGP1459.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7185689463645018283.post-4587023485752539805</id><published>2009-02-26T08:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T09:12:14.517-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another one?</title><content type='html'>So you grow up and you get married and you have babies. That is the norm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we knocked out baby one and got that out of the way. Really, he wasn't planed. It was planed we would wait two years after being married. We were married in May and Brock was born two weeks late...in Dec. I keeping hoping he never puts the math together. Anyways we decided if Brock we're to have a sibling they would be 3yrs, 4 the latest apart. Well if we decide to have another one we should start trying after we move in 8months. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we're both not sure if were ready for another one. I keep thinking that if we didn't have Brock our two year is coming up would we have really stuck to the plan? I honestly don't think so. To be honest i hate kids. There are very few kids i like and even less i love. So if our greatest mistake never happened then we probably would never have had kids. So i start thinking that we shouldn't have another one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there comes along the fact that i am the only hope for my parents having grandkids. They got Brock and love him, but they both wouldn't mind another one. They both have other kids but don't count on them to have kids. I think one is gay and the other is just getting to old. (I'm glad they don't read this) Don't get me wrong i love them both. So now i feel under pressure, plus with time not on my side i got that pressure too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About 3weeks ago, my husband asked me so are we going to have another one. My husband is perfectly content just having one. So i tell him i don't want to if your not 100% on board with me. He said yes he would be if i really want another one. But then i started thinking...i don't even know if I'm 100% on board!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just rambling now. But it turned out that we had a talk last night. We're just going to put it off our mind till after we move and get settled in, And if we do decide to have another one a lot of things have to change. Brock has to sleep in his own bed and fall asleep on his own. He needs to learn how to share, and that mommy cant give him attention all the time. Brock would learn how to pick up after himself. O and the hubby would have to make more money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was it hard for you to have another one?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185689463645018283-4587023485752539805?l=bonitasthoughts-bonita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonitasthoughts-bonita.blogspot.com/feeds/4587023485752539805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185689463645018283&amp;postID=4587023485752539805' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185689463645018283/posts/default/4587023485752539805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185689463645018283/posts/default/4587023485752539805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonitasthoughts-bonita.blogspot.com/2009/02/another-one.html' title='Another one?'/><author><name>Bonita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04879272227856749009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OpZVEQC3xQQ/STSLhNewFVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/q6mifEmkT6w/S220/IMGP1459.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7185689463645018283.post-2524740496016037735</id><published>2009-02-23T11:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T12:18:14.177-08:00</updated><title type='text'>just an update</title><content type='html'>A few updates. &lt;br /&gt;The day after my last post i got onto the online banking and found out that our check didn't bounce. In fact as i went over our transactions over and over again. I saw that our tax return went through, then right after we have a return check fee...? umm ya i was upset because a few days later there is our rent check...it went through. I still have to talk to the landlords and say it went through it was a mistake on the banks part. I am so done with Navy Fed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Sat. was a very busy day. The whole family had to be up and out of the house no later than 7:45. We were out by 7:40. My hubbs went to belk where his car club was meeting up for the parade. And I went to the sitters to drop Brock off for a few mins. Then i ran back by my house to the church there to pick up food from angel food ministries. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the first time doing it, so i only got one package of food, because i wanted to make sure the food tasted good. For the record i don't think you could get better tasting food. So we're deff. doing that again next month. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that i dropped the food off at the house. and went to pick Brock up. Molly and her husband Keith were supposed to fallow me to the parade, but Keith was at Walmart taking to long. i left there at 9:15, probably was cutting it a little close. 9:40 i finally parked. The first thing i did was called Hope. I needed someone to hang with at the parade else i would have been bored out of my mind. So i met up with Hope and some other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it was Brocks first parade and dumby me forgot the camera. Thank goodness Hope was there. She took some really good pictures for us. Thank you again Hope! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the parade we all went our separate ways. I think i called my hubbs 4times before finally getting a hold of him. Let me tell you he does not listen!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We met up, and i think i told him like 50times at least that Brock is a little grouchy because hes hungry. Lets either eat at a restaurant or go to the car find a ATM get cash and get food. We get halfway to the car and he still didn't know what we were doing. He said i caused a seen because i flipped on him in the middle of the street. We ended up going to the car going to the bank, then to sonic then back to the fair. Finally everything was all good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stayed at the fair for probably an extra hour before going home. not even 2mins in the car Brock was out cold and then took a two hour nap at home. That boy was tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then about 3, i asked the hubbs what are we doing for dinner. If we're staying in then i got to get the steaks out of the freezer ASAP, or are we going to peppers with his section. I hear the most helpful words..."i dont know." Why cant they ever pick?!!!! i finally pushed him to pick and we ended up going out with his friends. My crazy husband decided to buy the biggest $15 margarita. He was drunk, in fact all the guys were drunk. We then went to his friends house to continue their night. They all got embarrassing drunk and the night ended very late. But i still got to sleep in the next morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday came. Our "fasting" day and i woke up with a cold. And i was starving! My hubby said i could eat normal food that day so i did. He gave in mid-day. We need more will power to go a whole day fasting. We had a nice lazy relaxing day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And its Monday and i'm still sick. Hopefully tomorrow i'll be better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heres the pictures Hope took for me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OpZVEQC3xQQ/SaMDRt01pqI/AAAAAAAAAGY/mbYuT4_2SKY/s1600-h/100_3357+(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OpZVEQC3xQQ/SaMDRt01pqI/AAAAAAAAAGY/mbYuT4_2SKY/s320/100_3357+(1).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306088388866451106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OpZVEQC3xQQ/SaMDfAeH_kI/AAAAAAAAAGg/Y3lmejVlZcI/s1600-h/100_3358+(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OpZVEQC3xQQ/SaMDfAeH_kI/AAAAAAAAAGg/Y3lmejVlZcI/s320/100_3358+(1).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306088617209757250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OpZVEQC3xQQ/SaMDtJV-52I/AAAAAAAAAGo/_c9B9ilKb3Y/s1600-h/100_3376+(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OpZVEQC3xQQ/SaMDtJV-52I/AAAAAAAAAGo/_c9B9ilKb3Y/s320/100_3376+(1).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306088860109694818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OpZVEQC3xQQ/SaMD-1JlhwI/AAAAAAAAAGw/FEZ8HC2qG8U/s1600-h/100_3384+(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OpZVEQC3xQQ/SaMD-1JlhwI/AAAAAAAAAGw/FEZ8HC2qG8U/s320/100_3384+(1).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306089163926636290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OpZVEQC3xQQ/SaMEJfEwFgI/AAAAAAAAAG4/jrygBpaPJNs/s1600-h/100_3385.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OpZVEQC3xQQ/SaMEJfEwFgI/AAAAAAAAAG4/jrygBpaPJNs/s320/100_3385.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306089346979337730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185689463645018283-2524740496016037735?l=bonitasthoughts-bonita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonitasthoughts-bonita.blogspot.com/feeds/2524740496016037735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185689463645018283&amp;postID=2524740496016037735' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185689463645018283/posts/default/2524740496016037735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185689463645018283/posts/default/2524740496016037735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonitasthoughts-bonita.blogspot.com/2009/02/just-update.html' title='just an update'/><author><name>Bonita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04879272227856749009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OpZVEQC3xQQ/STSLhNewFVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/q6mifEmkT6w/S220/IMGP1459.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OpZVEQC3xQQ/SaMDRt01pqI/AAAAAAAAAGY/mbYuT4_2SKY/s72-c/100_3357+(1).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7185689463645018283.post-1676562073164497499</id><published>2009-02-19T17:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T18:11:59.268-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my day today</title><content type='html'>So Miss Hope has been bugging me to put up a new post. I don't blame her, i haven't been on here in a long time. And i am very sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways today was a shit day. Sorry for my language but it was. First the sitter and I had a great plan. She would go to her dentist appt at 2. Then text me when she was done, so i could leave for mine. While she head to my house before my hubby left to watch Brock. It seemed like the best plan, except there is no room for erer. Billy had to leave for work before 3. The sitters appt. should have been done by 2:30. And mine was at 3. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a text from the sitter at 2:15 saying that she had just finally got in and they are running behind. I just got Brock layed down for his nap. I told her if i don't hear anything by 2:40 I'm leaving...but that would mean i would have to wake up Brock at 35after. Hardly enough time for a nap, i felt bad. I got him up at 2:35 and she texted me saying she was almost done. So i told her we'll just switch cars when i got there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to my appt. on time. That went well. I've been having a lot of problems with my teeth being really sensitive to sweets. So i thought i had cavities. I do, i have three but in between my teeth no where near the pain. It turns out that my teeth are just really sensitive. Nice, i was really hoping for a quick fix...ya that ain't going to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went to go pay our rent right afterwards, because i had gotten a letter in the mail stating our check had bounced. It had to have been right before we got our tax return, anyways i hate navy fed. So i went to the office and they didn't even know about it. They wanted me to get a money order because of the situation. That was completely understandable. Except for now on we have to pay each month in money order. Is that really needed? we've lived here over a year and this has never happened, and i went in to work it out before they knew. Ugh i was so pissed. Its just a waste of time and money to get a money order between now and when we move. It just kind of ruined my day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry that my first post in a long time is a not so happy one but what can you say i didn't have such a happy day. I'll try to do better tomorrow. Have a good night ya'll.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185689463645018283-1676562073164497499?l=bonitasthoughts-bonita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonitasthoughts-bonita.blogspot.com/feeds/1676562073164497499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185689463645018283&amp;postID=1676562073164497499' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185689463645018283/posts/default/1676562073164497499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185689463645018283/posts/default/1676562073164497499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonitasthoughts-bonita.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-day-today.html' title='my day today'/><author><name>Bonita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04879272227856749009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OpZVEQC3xQQ/STSLhNewFVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/q6mifEmkT6w/S220/IMGP1459.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7185689463645018283.post-5730177174355855370</id><published>2009-02-02T13:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T13:25:47.855-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Monday</title><content type='html'>Ugh its monday, and I couldn't feel any worse. Brock decided to wake up at 12 last night and stay up. We had to force him to sleep by just going to bed and traping him in our room. One day I hope to not share my bed with him. Anyways, I wake up about too feeling sick, alcohol is a monster. Just like any other night though I was falling off the bed because the boys take up so much room. Sick to my stomach I asked my hubby to move over so I can lay in the middle. I don't think he understood me because he just went from his side to his back leaving less room. Peeved, because of no room on the bed, my neck hurting and being sick i just took a blanket and slept on the couch. I finally fell asleep about 3. My hubby woke up and saw I was gone and told me I could have the inside or the middle but I passed, until Brock woke up and I had to deal with him. It didn't help he wanted to lay on mommy. So after my horrible night of sleep we finally got up about 10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finally got moving around 11, and left to go to the mall area. My hubby wanted to look at some gear for work, so we went to the Army Navy store. I saw the funnest panties there. I sent a pic to Miss Hope and some other people about them. I guess they are a new way to support our troops and sailors. They had every branch of the military and on the butt said anything from "Anchors Aweigh," - "Booty Camp." They cracked me up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we had a nice family late lunch at Steak and Shake. I love that place, and we go whenever we are down by the mall. Usally Brock is awful at resterants, he throws little fits, gets bored, makes mess and usally ends in a melt down. But today my amazing boy made mommy happy. He just stabed his food with his fork and was happy doing that. So we got him some icecream and on the way home he had a melt down. I knew it was coming he was just being to good and sweet. We got home and he took a nap, and now its my turn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope ya'll had a great weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185689463645018283-5730177174355855370?l=bonitasthoughts-bonita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonitasthoughts-bonita.blogspot.com/feeds/5730177174355855370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185689463645018283&amp;postID=5730177174355855370' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185689463645018283/posts/default/5730177174355855370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185689463645018283/posts/default/5730177174355855370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonitasthoughts-bonita.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-monday.html' title='Happy Monday'/><author><name>Bonita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04879272227856749009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OpZVEQC3xQQ/STSLhNewFVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/q6mifEmkT6w/S220/IMGP1459.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7185689463645018283.post-1713098404218708941</id><published>2009-02-01T05:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T05:52:55.060-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy Supper Bowl ya'll! Anyone doing anything for supper bowl sunday? We're throwing a party...but my hubby is a little mad at me. See you invite people thinking only half are going to show up...we'll only two aren't coming. But it should be fun anyways. I'm making mini burgers, and just about everyone is bringing beer. My hubby got me some white russians. I just gotta clean the house, which most days seem impossible becuase i got a anckle bitter that destories a room after i'm finished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On other news, my babys cold is better. We forced him to go to bed early last night...i'm regreting it because he woke up early. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I got to cleaning this house so i can relax a bit before getting ready for the party. I hope ya'll have a supper supper bowl sunday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185689463645018283-1713098404218708941?l=bonitasthoughts-bonita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonitasthoughts-bonita.blogspot.com/feeds/1713098404218708941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185689463645018283&amp;postID=1713098404218708941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185689463645018283/posts/default/1713098404218708941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185689463645018283/posts/default/1713098404218708941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonitasthoughts-bonita.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-supper-bowl-yall-anyone-doing.html' title=''/><author><name>Bonita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04879272227856749009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OpZVEQC3xQQ/STSLhNewFVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/q6mifEmkT6w/S220/IMGP1459.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7185689463645018283.post-926054312199008332</id><published>2009-01-30T07:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T07:24:28.649-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TGIF!</title><content type='html'>Hey ya'll TGIF! Not really for me, my husbands week is going to continue through the weekend. Nothing new for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My week started off taking my son to the clinic. When we left for washington we left with a bag full of mediciane because the little man had fluid in his ear and we didn't want an infection. So we wanted to get it checked, unfortunatly he also had a nasty cough. So we left with amazing cough drops. It said to give it at night and as needed. Well he was really bad when we got back so I gave it to him. He slept for 2hrs! I see why were supposed to give it at night. This is day 5 and his cough has calmed down a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tues. was the first night of Compass. I helped volenteer. I love compass, I learn something new everytime. I did the same thing Wed. and Thurs. When I got home last night I had left my phone on silent and someone was upset i didn't pick up my phone. He got over it, after putting a ice cold bottle of water on my neck. After that he felt he could go to bed happy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leaving for compass last night broke my heart. Brock had just woken up from a nap and caught me sneaking out. So i had to say goodbye and he lost it. He watched me leave ignoring daddy, till the car had pulled out all the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I heard good things about this week and my son. Wed, i heard he was a brat to daddy. He would climb behind him on the couch and kick him till he moved. He moved to the other side and Brock fallowed to do the samething. Then my husband was trying to write stuff down and someone was flickering the lights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But last night I guess he was just being cute. He made a touch down on the video game. learned how to make himself dizzy. And learned to open the frige and grab his sippy...now if he could only shut it. But thats all for today someone is really thriving for some attention.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185689463645018283-926054312199008332?l=bonitasthoughts-bonita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonitasthoughts-bonita.blogspot.com/feeds/926054312199008332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185689463645018283&amp;postID=926054312199008332' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185689463645018283/posts/default/926054312199008332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185689463645018283/posts/default/926054312199008332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonitasthoughts-bonita.blogspot.com/2009/01/tgif.html' title='TGIF!'/><author><name>Bonita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04879272227856749009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OpZVEQC3xQQ/STSLhNewFVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/q6mifEmkT6w/S220/IMGP1459.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7185689463645018283.post-2007507868817119640</id><published>2009-01-26T10:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T11:05:48.547-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just family pics from vacation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OpZVEQC3xQQ/SX4JIsBJq-I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/uwOwNJ5QP20/s1600-h/Untitled-30.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 83px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OpZVEQC3xQQ/SX4JIsBJq-I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/uwOwNJ5QP20/s320/Untitled-30.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295680256693873634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went on a date, like we did before we were married and we always took pictures in picture booths...we just had to go old school again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OpZVEQC3xQQ/SX4JA5DYnJI/AAAAAAAAAGI/XgOsYDyO2Go/s1600-h/Untitled-29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OpZVEQC3xQQ/SX4JA5DYnJI/AAAAAAAAAGI/XgOsYDyO2Go/s320/Untitled-29.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295680122753948818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My flower boy! He didn't even want to take the flower off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OpZVEQC3xQQ/SX4I3shvQLI/AAAAAAAAAGA/4TvyF3Z6Vi0/s1600-h/Untitled-14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OpZVEQC3xQQ/SX4I3shvQLI/AAAAAAAAAGA/4TvyF3Z6Vi0/s320/Untitled-14.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295679964772778162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boys wearing matching shirts...the look so much alike&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OpZVEQC3xQQ/SX4IwJOEKWI/AAAAAAAAAF4/1iy6Ye5E0ts/s1600-h/Untitled-11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OpZVEQC3xQQ/SX4IwJOEKWI/AAAAAAAAAF4/1iy6Ye5E0ts/s320/Untitled-11.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295679835035937122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband and his mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OpZVEQC3xQQ/SX4IodGAstI/AAAAAAAAAFw/0Lx6qucdqEo/s1600-h/Untitled-9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OpZVEQC3xQQ/SX4IodGAstI/AAAAAAAAAFw/0Lx6qucdqEo/s320/Untitled-9.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295679702931911378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our lovely family photo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OpZVEQC3xQQ/SX4IdFbAvkI/AAAAAAAAAFo/4UuW2wAhvl4/s1600-h/Untitled-6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 210px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OpZVEQC3xQQ/SX4IdFbAvkI/AAAAAAAAAFo/4UuW2wAhvl4/s320/Untitled-6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295679507598982722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boys shotting guns...guns are very important in my husbands family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OpZVEQC3xQQ/SX4IQ_icTNI/AAAAAAAAAFg/DHzJmfLXTj0/s1600-h/DSCN0182.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OpZVEQC3xQQ/SX4IQ_icTNI/AAAAAAAAAFg/DHzJmfLXTj0/s320/DSCN0182.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295679299861105874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Helping my mom clean the kitchen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OpZVEQC3xQQ/SX4IB1u-b_I/AAAAAAAAAFY/bRYOtGIHF7o/s1600-h/DSCN0173.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OpZVEQC3xQQ/SX4IB1u-b_I/AAAAAAAAAFY/bRYOtGIHF7o/s320/DSCN0173.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295679039531282418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brock and his grandma playing in his greatgrandmas back yard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OpZVEQC3xQQ/SX4H5BUsOmI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/YEYqEsjk06E/s1600-h/DSCN0166.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OpZVEQC3xQQ/SX4H5BUsOmI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/YEYqEsjk06E/s320/DSCN0166.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295678888023439970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brock playing Grandmas organ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OpZVEQC3xQQ/SX4Hq0qKsiI/AAAAAAAAAFI/dzURT1ivssw/s1600-h/DSCN0153.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OpZVEQC3xQQ/SX4Hq0qKsiI/AAAAAAAAAFI/dzURT1ivssw/s320/DSCN0153.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295678644105687586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my favorites, we were at my friends house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OpZVEQC3xQQ/SX4HfmArc3I/AAAAAAAAAFA/0YSwkr_tdMM/s1600-h/DSCN0142.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OpZVEQC3xQQ/SX4HfmArc3I/AAAAAAAAAFA/0YSwkr_tdMM/s320/DSCN0142.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295678451195016050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Billy and Brock out in the snow at Greatgrandma and Grandpa Cooks house&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185689463645018283-2007507868817119640?l=bonitasthoughts-bonita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonitasthoughts-bonita.blogspot.com/feeds/2007507868817119640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185689463645018283&amp;postID=2007507868817119640' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185689463645018283/posts/default/2007507868817119640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185689463645018283/posts/default/2007507868817119640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonitasthoughts-bonita.blogspot.com/2009/01/just-family-pics-from-vacation.html' title='Just family pics from vacation'/><author><name>Bonita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04879272227856749009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OpZVEQC3xQQ/STSLhNewFVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/q6mifEmkT6w/S220/IMGP1459.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OpZVEQC3xQQ/SX4JIsBJq-I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/uwOwNJ5QP20/s72-c/Untitled-30.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7185689463645018283.post-2627184987705787120</id><published>2009-01-26T10:48:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T10:55:30.525-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures of the great NW</title><content type='html'>Here are some pics i took on vacation of Grandmas yard and the river the runs down the mt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OpZVEQC3xQQ/SX4G68WupxI/AAAAAAAAAE4/bwQFK8K1VUM/s1600-h/Untitled-23.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OpZVEQC3xQQ/SX4G68WupxI/AAAAAAAAAE4/bwQFK8K1VUM/s320/Untitled-23.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295677821537920786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OpZVEQC3xQQ/SX4G182cgXI/AAAAAAAAAEw/yA5WfjJvUKQ/s1600-h/Untitled-22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OpZVEQC3xQQ/SX4G182cgXI/AAAAAAAAAEw/yA5WfjJvUKQ/s320/Untitled-22.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295677735771603314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OpZVEQC3xQQ/SX4Gx6sT0lI/AAAAAAAAAEo/ZAZ2XEKoV_E/s1600-h/Untitled-21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OpZVEQC3xQQ/SX4Gx6sT0lI/AAAAAAAAAEo/ZAZ2XEKoV_E/s320/Untitled-21.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295677666472743506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OpZVEQC3xQQ/SX4Gs62QkoI/AAAAAAAAAEg/hsuzqi7oFT0/s1600-h/Untitled-20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OpZVEQC3xQQ/SX4Gs62QkoI/AAAAAAAAAEg/hsuzqi7oFT0/s320/Untitled-20.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295677580615127682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OpZVEQC3xQQ/SX4Gng_w6aI/AAAAAAAAAEY/FPP7KHUoTLk/s1600-h/Untitled-19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OpZVEQC3xQQ/SX4Gng_w6aI/AAAAAAAAAEY/FPP7KHUoTLk/s320/Untitled-19.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295677487776328098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OpZVEQC3xQQ/SX4GjFdhtcI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/yC7InhreQ0A/s1600-h/Untitled-18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OpZVEQC3xQQ/SX4GjFdhtcI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/yC7InhreQ0A/s320/Untitled-18.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295677411665491394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OpZVEQC3xQQ/SX4GeS1uLVI/AAAAAAAAAEI/fr8hsIN2_fM/s1600-h/Untitled-17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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My mom then bumped my ticket up. You know how they say show up two hours before your flight leaves. Usally it seems like a waste of time to me because I end up waiting and 1.5hours before they even board, but i still show up 2hours a head of time. This time I was glad I did. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First we did the electronic check in and it spits out one ticket....I'm riding on two planes...but sometimes I guess it does that. We also look at it and it is my second flight its from IL to JAX...missing the first flight. So we had to get help and re-print the ticket and get both this time. On the way through security.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usally I cut the line because I have a baby but the line was only a few people long, so we waited. We get to the point where they check your ticket to your ID i don't know why I didn't noticed, but it was Brocks boarding pass. The lady asked me, did you get a ticket for yourself. I'm thinking we'll no i'm just going to let him fly on his own. So I tell her i'll go back and figure it out and it seemed like she wasn't going to give it back. I had to repeat myself a few times, before finally getting the tickets back. So we went back to the check in and got my tickets too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So about and 1.5hours later we finally boarded. The first flight was really nice. I bought tickets for Brock to sit on my lap so he wouldn't have his own seat. A nightmare I know but its cheaper. Well there was enough room in first class that the guy next to me moved to give us more room. I thought it was very nice of him and I was very greatful. A lot of the flight Brock just sat in his own seat taking crayons out of the box putting them in his lap and putting them back in the box again. We came home with about half the crayons. I always thought that the hot towel thing in first class was a joke, because it didn't happen on our way to WA, but i am proof it is real!!!! And its really nice, at the end of the flight they came by with hot towels for people. I honestly didn't know what to do with it, I just watched what everyone else did. I wasn't about to put it on my face but I washed my hands with it. And to end a good flight good, we were early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arived in IL about 30mins early and thank god for that because my gate was on the other side of the airport. To make matters better Brock wanted to walk all the way there, which i wouldn't mind if he would have just gone the way I wanted him to. The backpack killed my back infact my shoulders still hurt. My purse made me feel like my arms were about to fall off and Brock just made matters worse. It was nice to finally sit down when I got to the gate for less than a second. Brock decided he was just going to get out of his chair and check out the airport. I am glad it wasn't long till we boarded our plane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second flight was short and the plane was small. This flight it was just Brock and I to one seat. He spent most of his time standing infront of me pulling the magazines and barf bag out of the seat and handing them to me and putting them back. He fell asleep a little before we landed and he wouldn't wake up. Everytime I would get him up I would look down and he would be asleep again. After we got up and moving we got out of the plane, we climbed down some stairs to stand right where they usally park the planes...never done that before and I really didn't like it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finally got to the airport! I let Brock walk/run to daddy and he bent down to pick him up...it was really cute. We went home thinking Brock would go to sleep when we got there. He was to excited to see his toys and went to sleep about 1:30am. He did sleep in till 12 this morning so I can't complain but I was up most of the night because someone can't sleep alone anymore. Brock was kicking me all night and complaining like I was in his way but I was falling off the bed. At one point I got so annoyed and just said "WHAT!" I guess I broke his little heart, because he lost it. So after calming him down I tried to sleep again and he did the same thing so I gave him the outside...ya bad idea...i slept a good half hour but woke up to a thump...Brock fell off the bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now it is 1am again...and Brock just went to sleep, i got to wake up in 8hrs for his appt. so I will most likely do a blog on that. Have a good night...or day should I say?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185689463645018283-2249094236687879373?l=bonitasthoughts-bonita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonitasthoughts-bonita.blogspot.com/feeds/2249094236687879373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185689463645018283&amp;postID=2249094236687879373' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185689463645018283/posts/default/2249094236687879373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185689463645018283/posts/default/2249094236687879373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonitasthoughts-bonita.blogspot.com/2009/01/flying.html' title='Flying'/><author><name>Bonita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04879272227856749009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OpZVEQC3xQQ/STSLhNewFVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/q6mifEmkT6w/S220/IMGP1459.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7185689463645018283.post-3662000824911449367</id><published>2009-01-22T21:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T21:53:27.593-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Great Grandpa Cook</title><content type='html'>I believe you all know, but my husbands Great Grandfather passed away this pass Thursday. Although it was to be expected that he wouldn't make it through Feb. it still was a unexpected death. I don't know in my head I kept thinking that he would beat the cancer one more time and maybe live forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I first met this cute little old man, he was sitting on his stool with his pants undone and told my now husband how he got himself a pretty girl. As I dated my husband more and more I heard more and more amazing stories about him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learned that he was one of the young men that road on a train from the east coast to the west looking for work. In his late 80s he would fall trees in his back yard by himself until his family wouldn't let him anymore. In his late 80s he was healthier then we'll ever be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About 2years ago Grandpa Cook caught cancer. First they just kept cutting it out. And he fought it and kept winning but it will always come back and they would always give him a few more months. Finally Grandpa Cook went into radiation treatment last year due to the fact he had no ear left. I left WA with the family telling me he doesn't have long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In November they told us he only had 6months left. His pain medicine made him see buffalo in the backyard, he was not doing good. By December he was doing better then the month before we thought he would get better once again and beat the odds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to WA knowing we would never see him again, but with the hope it wasn't true. Seeing him in a wheelchair killed my husband. He knew he hated it in there and Grandpa told everyone he couldn't stand being in the chair. Which makes sense when he took care of everything and now was having people take care of him it was eating him up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husbands time in WA ended and when he said goodbye to his Grandpa, his Grandpa said he'll never see him again, hes done good with his life and he'll miss him. After that my husband was very quiet in the car. I've never seen him like it before. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fallowing wed. night Grandpa fell out of his chair and broke his hip. Grandma and Great Grandma took him to the hospital. The fallowing morning he passed due to a blood clot in his hand. I was supposed to go to my moms that Sat. but due to Grandpas death I had to stay with the family, i just couldn't leave them that way. I'm one of those strange inlaws that is closer to her inlaws then to her own family. So it was a hurt to me too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the first time someone close to me had passed. I'm going to miss that goofy old man on the stool with his pants unzipped very much but I am glad he didn't feel pain, and suffer from the cancer in the end. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandpa Cooks obituary:&lt;br /&gt;Alex "Cookie" Cook&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex M. Cook, of Granite Falls, WA, passed away peacefully in his sleep on January 15, 2009. He was born in Maynardville, Tennessee on March 14, 1917 and resided with his wife, Betty, in Robe Valley for the last 66 years. Alex was a World War II veteran, he had a long career as a logger then retired from Snohomish County Public Works in 1983. Alex loved camping, fishing, playing his harmonica and guitar and spending time with his family. He was instrumental in starting up the Robe Valley Fire Department and served as the Fire Commissioner for many years. &lt;br /&gt;Alex is survived by his wife of 66 years, Betty; his three children, Marie Tharp, Joann (Bill) Gordius and Rick (Brenda) Cook; grandchildren, Bobbie, Pam, Becky, Angie, Kyle and Timmy; eight great-grandchildren; and eight great-great-grandchildren.&lt;br /&gt;Alex was preceded in death by his parents; six siblings; and his son-in-law, Bob Tharp who passed away in 2004.&lt;br /&gt;A celebration of Alex's life will be held at 2 p.m., on February 7, 2009, at the Granite Falls American Legion Hall.&lt;br /&gt;In lieu of flowers, donations may be made to the Robe Valley Fireman's Association. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RIP Grandpa I'll miss you and so will many...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OpZVEQC3xQQ/SXlbFfNjDJI/AAAAAAAAACw/CZT9mT95IpQ/s1600-h/l_dacceb89ddf948899ff77e53e49849f4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OpZVEQC3xQQ/SXlbFfNjDJI/AAAAAAAAACw/CZT9mT95IpQ/s320/l_dacceb89ddf948899ff77e53e49849f4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294362986786524306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185689463645018283-3662000824911449367?l=bonitasthoughts-bonita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonitasthoughts-bonita.blogspot.com/feeds/3662000824911449367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185689463645018283&amp;postID=3662000824911449367' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185689463645018283/posts/default/3662000824911449367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185689463645018283/posts/default/3662000824911449367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonitasthoughts-bonita.blogspot.com/2009/01/greatg-randpa-cook.html' title='Great Grandpa Cook'/><author><name>Bonita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04879272227856749009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OpZVEQC3xQQ/STSLhNewFVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/q6mifEmkT6w/S220/IMGP1459.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OpZVEQC3xQQ/SXlbFfNjDJI/AAAAAAAAACw/CZT9mT95IpQ/s72-c/l_dacceb89ddf948899ff77e53e49849f4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7185689463645018283.post-3774237848985543462</id><published>2009-01-21T21:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T21:48:03.468-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Coming to you from Vacation</title><content type='html'>Hey ya'll I'm back! I'm sorry I didn't bother to check the blog most of my trip but my husbands grandma lives in the mountain. There is still the only option of dial up there, and when it took an hour plus to check my email and bank account i decided the blog would have to wait till i got to my moms. And what did I get at my moms as a late Christmas present?! Lets try a brand new laptop! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The flight was pretty good. I guess it could have been worse. First we get throw ever thing nice and easy. While waiting at the gate I told my husband to walk our son around to wear him out, so maybe...just maybe he'll sleep. We'll not even 10mins later I hear our son crying, i turn around to see him running to me. When I asked my husband what was wrong he said Brock lost me. I asked what he ment he said that Brock was walking then went down the seating looking at every other women, after a few he panicked. Then they were boarding first class rows 1-6. I looked at our tickets it said row one. I asked my husband if we were in first class he went to ask and guess what! it turned out we got bumped up to first class the whole way to WA. Brock didn't cry much id say a total of 20mins if that and we made it in at 12 midnight WA time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways the trip has gone okay so far. The first two weeks I wanted to spend with just me and my hubby, he went out just about every night with his friends but got woken up early to spend the day with me. Why would i let him go out that much people might ask...we'll in the past year I can count how many times he went out on one hand and still have room to roam. I also told him before he left that when we move back to WA that, that ain't going to happen. He could have one day a week at least when we move back. He agreed and said he wouldn't be able to do that anyways. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My third week i hung out with my dad and my husbands family. I had planned to drive down to my moms sat. and spend the rest of my vacation with her. Unfortunately my husbands great grandpa passed thurs. morning, so I spent a little more time with my husbands family to make sure they were okay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I arrived at my moms, Tues. afternoon...sick. I have caught a cold and now my son has a too. We leave in 3days, i hope we get better. I got to play a WII and I love it! When we get a break in money I'm deff. getting one. My vacation is almost over, and to be honest I can't wait to be back in my own home, i got a overload of family and I'm ready for it to be just the 3 of us again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I get back to GA I'll post pictures for ya'll.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185689463645018283-3774237848985543462?l=bonitasthoughts-bonita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonitasthoughts-bonita.blogspot.com/feeds/3774237848985543462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185689463645018283&amp;postID=3774237848985543462' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185689463645018283/posts/default/3774237848985543462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185689463645018283/posts/default/3774237848985543462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonitasthoughts-bonita.blogspot.com/2009/01/coming-to-you-from-vacation.html' title='Coming to you from Vacation'/><author><name>Bonita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04879272227856749009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OpZVEQC3xQQ/STSLhNewFVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/q6mifEmkT6w/S220/IMGP1459.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7185689463645018283.post-3000435811603096932</id><published>2008-12-28T12:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T12:23:35.426-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This past week...</title><content type='html'>Sorry I have not posted in a long while. I've been so busy with getting ready to go home and Christmas and on top of it all my son got sick. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before Christmas my son came down with something. He had a high fever, and stuffy nose. I got him a apt a few days later. Of course that was one of his better days, no fever and just a little stuffy. But it turned out he had fluid in his ear, but not enough to do anything. I was just thinking well give me something for him we leave less than a week! They gave me more Tylenol for the plane trip but we leave tomorrow and its already half way gone...why you may ask? He started his fever again till the weekend. And then I woke up with a stuffy nose that just got worse during the day. My husband took good care of me and put the vaporizer right next to me. Little did we think our son was going to put his finger in it! He burned it good, there went some more Tylenol. He had a blister that wrapped nearly around his finger, it poped on its own and looks really gross. Then the next day, last night, he decided to fall a little to close to the filing cabinet. He ended up smacking his face on it cutting his eyelid. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I have to go to the clinic with a baby whose finger if burned and eyelid is cut. We just keep saying hes trying to hurt himself before we leave. Cause also yesterday he decided to pull the end table on himself, its very heavy wood, lucky for him his mama can fly across the living room and catch it before it falls. This boy is not helping my stress issues right now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we're all packed we managed to pack everything in our carry-ons. I also bought a huge purse today to help out. I hear its starting to rain again in WA so the snow is leaving but we'll still get to play in some. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I got to go finish the dishes don't want to come home to a dirty house. Also finish packing. Its off to WA we go. I will post hopefully when I get a chance.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185689463645018283-3000435811603096932?l=bonitasthoughts-bonita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonitasthoughts-bonita.blogspot.com/feeds/3000435811603096932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185689463645018283&amp;postID=3000435811603096932' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185689463645018283/posts/default/3000435811603096932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185689463645018283/posts/default/3000435811603096932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonitasthoughts-bonita.blogspot.com/2008/12/this-past-week.html' title='This past week...'/><author><name>Bonita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04879272227856749009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OpZVEQC3xQQ/STSLhNewFVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/q6mifEmkT6w/S220/IMGP1459.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7185689463645018283.post-903054476025679256</id><published>2008-12-21T05:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T05:42:36.760-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture post</title><content type='html'>This post is mostly all pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OpZVEQC3xQQ/SU5E_CmyYRI/AAAAAAAAACI/FAIKfaZuHcI/s1600-h/IMGP1527.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OpZVEQC3xQQ/SU5E_CmyYRI/AAAAAAAAACI/FAIKfaZuHcI/s320/IMGP1527.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282235262774173970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got to the NEX a little to early for Santa so we went outside to play we were trying to make it to the playground but little man had his own idea of what we were going to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OpZVEQC3xQQ/SU5FgOpSl5I/AAAAAAAAACQ/JbaPcyowBg8/s1600-h/IMGP1529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OpZVEQC3xQQ/SU5FgOpSl5I/AAAAAAAAACQ/JbaPcyowBg8/s320/IMGP1529.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282235832941582226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hubby put our son in his shirt, thought it would be funny, I'm glad that man has enough energy to play with our son because after being up all night or playing with him all day I'm tired and have no energy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OpZVEQC3xQQ/SU5GPJ0yksI/AAAAAAAAACY/Yyy9012n0dw/s1600-h/IMGP1530.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OpZVEQC3xQQ/SU5GPJ0yksI/AAAAAAAAACY/Yyy9012n0dw/s320/IMGP1530.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282236639101489858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one speaks for its self, the one day i decide to take a nap, he falls asleep in his highchair lucky for us my hubby grabbed the camera and took some pictures for me. My little man hasn't fallen asleep in his highchair since he was 8months old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OpZVEQC3xQQ/SU5G0LS203I/AAAAAAAAACg/1MYowb7ob4Y/s1600-h/IMGP1559.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OpZVEQC3xQQ/SU5G0LS203I/AAAAAAAAACg/1MYowb7ob4Y/s320/IMGP1559.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282237275151192946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This just shows you my sons organization skills, he separated his cereal from his apples. I'll show you a closer picture next:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OpZVEQC3xQQ/SU5HRv_33cI/AAAAAAAAACo/ciSNgB8iUiY/s1600-h/IMGP1560.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OpZVEQC3xQQ/SU5HRv_33cI/AAAAAAAAACo/ciSNgB8iUiY/s320/IMGP1560.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282237783219887554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My son makes me smile, i really hope he doesn't have OCD. last night he ate all of him noddles and corn out of his hamburger helper, before starting on the hamburger. Picky picky little boy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185689463645018283-903054476025679256?l=bonitasthoughts-bonita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonitasthoughts-bonita.blogspot.com/feeds/903054476025679256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185689463645018283&amp;postID=903054476025679256' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185689463645018283/posts/default/903054476025679256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185689463645018283/posts/default/903054476025679256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonitasthoughts-bonita.blogspot.com/2008/12/picture-post.html' title='Picture post'/><author><name>Bonita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04879272227856749009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OpZVEQC3xQQ/STSLhNewFVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/q6mifEmkT6w/S220/IMGP1459.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OpZVEQC3xQQ/SU5E_CmyYRI/AAAAAAAAACI/FAIKfaZuHcI/s72-c/IMGP1527.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7185689463645018283.post-4704231059624612020</id><published>2008-12-18T08:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T11:00:25.727-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Clinic and other</title><content type='html'>Since my husband had the day off today I thought I would run to the clinic early morning to get my depo shot. For those of you who don't know who that is, its a form of birth control you get once every 3months. I love it since i'm really bad at taking a pill the sametime everyday....I.E: my son, thats how we got him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The morning started off great, although I was up all night with my little man, I heard these little footsteps this morning. I didn't think anything of it, maybe it could have been from outside. Then I hear a high pitch "hi," I look over and my little man was just staring at me with a big smile. He melted my heart, he never walks from his room to ours w/out throwing a fit somewhere in between. So we got off to a good start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left while my little man was eating breakfast its about the only time i can get away without him throwing a huge fit. I get to the clinic, and go to the desks where you check in to see what i have to do to get my shot renewed. They told me to go to the pharmasy get my perscription and come back. I did as told. The people at the pharmasy told me i have no renewals left. I went back to the desk to relay the message. They didn't know why it was like that and I should be able to renew my perscription up to a year...blah blah blah ect. Then I had to wait 20mins just for a doctor to sign off on my perscription just so i can get it. After that it went fast, and they kept saying they're sorry, but that is the reason i came so early. Going to the clinic is never smooth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note: I was talking to my dad last night and he said they had 12in of snow in WA, and it was still coming down. When he woke up this morning he said it was still coming. I stole some pictures of my friends place to share with ya'll. When ya'll nice and warm i'll be playing in this in 13days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OpZVEQC3xQQ/SUqdQdrGD3I/AAAAAAAAABw/7XKyCvB9rPc/s1600-h/l_18af9f17591d44328c626be3102bd47b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OpZVEQC3xQQ/SUqdQdrGD3I/AAAAAAAAABw/7XKyCvB9rPc/s320/l_18af9f17591d44328c626be3102bd47b.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281206419214176114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OpZVEQC3xQQ/SUqdYFMQvAI/AAAAAAAAAB4/7pwvsxB8o50/s1600-h/l_27028b2ebcb0463e86ef63e5f2335cd7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OpZVEQC3xQQ/SUqdYFMQvAI/AAAAAAAAAB4/7pwvsxB8o50/s320/l_27028b2ebcb0463e86ef63e5f2335cd7.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281206550081354754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OpZVEQC3xQQ/SUqdd_YJ6BI/AAAAAAAAACA/eB2dFCLB0g0/s1600-h/l_0975752da7a647eab98e6b868e1e6552.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OpZVEQC3xQQ/SUqdd_YJ6BI/AAAAAAAAACA/eB2dFCLB0g0/s320/l_0975752da7a647eab98e6b868e1e6552.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281206651599841298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our close friend TJ lives about 12miles up the mountain said he has 32ins at his house. I can't wait.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185689463645018283-4704231059624612020?l=bonitasthoughts-bonita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonitasthoughts-bonita.blogspot.com/feeds/4704231059624612020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185689463645018283&amp;postID=4704231059624612020' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185689463645018283/posts/default/4704231059624612020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185689463645018283/posts/default/4704231059624612020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonitasthoughts-bonita.blogspot.com/2008/12/clinic-and-other.html' title='The Clinic and other'/><author><name>Bonita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04879272227856749009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OpZVEQC3xQQ/STSLhNewFVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/q6mifEmkT6w/S220/IMGP1459.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OpZVEQC3xQQ/SUqdQdrGD3I/AAAAAAAAABw/7XKyCvB9rPc/s72-c/l_18af9f17591d44328c626be3102bd47b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7185689463645018283.post-8986534523209817173</id><published>2008-12-17T05:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T05:41:51.843-08:00</updated><title type='text'>He makes my day</title><content type='html'>If you couldn't tell by now my son is my world. Even though all day everyday he throws numerous fits, and somedays i just want to pull my hair out. But he usally does one thing that just makes it all better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For instance, his new thing is. taking a wipe and scrubbing the couch, who even thinks of that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry todays is so short but i got a story:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I started dating my husband he would tell me he would fall from a bunk bed in his sleep and not wake up. I was like ya right thats impossible, you'd wake up if you fell from a normal bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well my son has been in a toddler bed for about 3weeks now? Anyways he hasn't fallen out once. But last night we were watching TV while the rugrat was sleeping and I heard a loud thump. I asked my husband what was that? He said its probably his sippy cup. My son wont sleep without his sippy cup, and offten you hear it hit the wall. About a half hour later my son wakes up on the floor! So the thump was him falling and he didn't wake up. I thought it was so funny, I felt bad of couse but it just cracked me up. I didn't think that could happen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185689463645018283-8986534523209817173?l=bonitasthoughts-bonita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonitasthoughts-bonita.blogspot.com/feeds/8986534523209817173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185689463645018283&amp;postID=8986534523209817173' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185689463645018283/posts/default/8986534523209817173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185689463645018283/posts/default/8986534523209817173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonitasthoughts-bonita.blogspot.com/2008/12/he-makes-my-day.html' title='He makes my day'/><author><name>Bonita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04879272227856749009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OpZVEQC3xQQ/STSLhNewFVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/q6mifEmkT6w/S220/IMGP1459.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7185689463645018283.post-3333163434180368482</id><published>2008-12-16T08:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T09:11:20.227-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What did you wanna be?</title><content type='html'>Think way back in the day, between the ages of 10 through your senior year of high school? What did you wanna be when you were growing up? Did you persue it or take another path?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was little about 10, I wanted to be a singer. It was until about 7th grade that I realized I can't sing to save my life. So I decided I wanted to be an actress. Even though my dreams for most people seemed untouchable my family still supported me. My dad took me to an interview with a talent agency once, but it turned out it would cost to much to get my portfolio started. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started highschool before I knew it and that was the year I wanted to be a writer. I slacked off a lot that year and it was writing that helped me pass the one class that I was failing. We had to make poem books and I turned in exta poems for lots of extra credit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going into my second year of highschool, I really got into art. My best friend at the time and I were planing to open up our own tattoo shop. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My jounior year was more of a float year...i had no idea what i wanted to be. For once I just enjoyed the school year without really worrying about that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the last year came. I had decided I wanted to become the first state trooper in WA that was under 5foot 3in and under 140lbs. I went to volcational school, and took crimnal justice. It turned out it wasn't really for me. I wouldn't mind doing it still but its just not my nitch...it turned out its my husbands nitch instead. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After highschool and moving accross country I really got into cake decorating. I got really good at it too. But I don't think it would be a carreer for me. I'll probably do it more as a fun thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now when I grow up I wanna be a party/wedding planner. I love planning events, but my husband won't listen to me about my "carreer" ideas anymore. I think you can guess why. But I believe one day i'll find my nitch, it just takes time. lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185689463645018283-3333163434180368482?l=bonitasthoughts-bonita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonitasthoughts-bonita.blogspot.com/feeds/3333163434180368482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185689463645018283&amp;postID=3333163434180368482' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185689463645018283/posts/default/3333163434180368482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185689463645018283/posts/default/3333163434180368482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonitasthoughts-bonita.blogspot.com/2008/12/what-did-you-wanna-be.html' title='What did you wanna be?'/><author><name>Bonita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04879272227856749009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OpZVEQC3xQQ/STSLhNewFVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/q6mifEmkT6w/S220/IMGP1459.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7185689463645018283.post-1694578951697017289</id><published>2008-12-15T17:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T17:20:04.139-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My husbands grandma, I love her like my own</title><content type='html'>A few days ago, I started wondering if we had enough to get our tickets eventhough we got a loan. It just kind of worried me because they've been telling the guys that their leave is approved a week before they would leave. So I searched site after site after site for the cheapest tickets I could find. It turned out I found some that all together it would cost us somewhere around $900+ not including tax. So we had enough but would have money left to really enjoy our vacation, because every payday we have just enough, I mean we use every penny on bills, gas and groceries. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its like god heard my prayers and understood my concern, because the following day my husband was talking to his grandma and she offered to help us pay for the tickets as our christmas presents. Bless her heart she is the kindest person I know. Shes done so much for us, without ever asking for us to give back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husbands grandma does so much. She is the retired commistionar at the local volunteer fire dept. and still does all the work. She works 12hr shifts at the hospital a few times a week and never hesitates to go in when she gets called in. She takes her dad to his cancer treatments, and takes care of him and her mom. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we had an issue with my family and needed to get my husbands car back she loaned us the money at the drop of a hat for us to get it back. She didn't even care if we did pay it back but we did. We're probably one of the only people in the family that would.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we decided to get married and couldn't set a date till a week before, she not only helped plan it but she paid for it. Everyone said it was a great wedding, she did a great job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is such an amazing person, I know it helps that I married the favorite in the family. But she seems to always be there when we need her the most. Do you have anyone in your family like that? That eventhough they can't afford it they do it anyways? I know a lot of people don't really get along with thier inlaws but I'm one of the few that do, and I am blessed to have found my husband who has a grandma that god gave such a kind heart too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185689463645018283-1694578951697017289?l=bonitasthoughts-bonita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonitasthoughts-bonita.blogspot.com/feeds/1694578951697017289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185689463645018283&amp;postID=1694578951697017289' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185689463645018283/posts/default/1694578951697017289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185689463645018283/posts/default/1694578951697017289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonitasthoughts-bonita.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-husbands-grandma-i-love-her-like-my.html' title='My husbands grandma, I love her like my own'/><author><name>Bonita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04879272227856749009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OpZVEQC3xQQ/STSLhNewFVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/q6mifEmkT6w/S220/IMGP1459.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7185689463645018283.post-4500574866820828486</id><published>2008-12-14T10:41:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T10:47:44.681-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saw Santa</title><content type='html'>We went to go see Santa yesterday! Brock was tired just like last year, but this year we got a little more of a lively picture of the little man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OpZVEQC3xQQ/SUVTluO-NzI/AAAAAAAAABQ/kUJ5hYEQsco/s1600-h/Untitled-19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OpZVEQC3xQQ/SUVTluO-NzI/AAAAAAAAABQ/kUJ5hYEQsco/s320/Untitled-19.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279718045692868402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brock last year a few weeks after he was born&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OpZVEQC3xQQ/SUVT_tAgHeI/AAAAAAAAABY/AGPdJ6meyAU/s1600-h/Untitled-18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 234px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OpZVEQC3xQQ/SUVT_tAgHeI/AAAAAAAAABY/AGPdJ6meyAU/s320/Untitled-18.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279718492040338914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brock and his greatgrandma last year she got all dressed up to take a picture with him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OpZVEQC3xQQ/SUVUercqMrI/AAAAAAAAABo/04qOUAD7QwM/s1600-h/pic+w+santa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OpZVEQC3xQQ/SUVUercqMrI/AAAAAAAAABo/04qOUAD7QwM/s320/pic+w+santa.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279719024197513906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brock w/Santa this year at the NEX its amazing to see just how much my baby has changed in the past year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185689463645018283-4500574866820828486?l=bonitasthoughts-bonita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonitasthoughts-bonita.blogspot.com/feeds/4500574866820828486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185689463645018283&amp;postID=4500574866820828486' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185689463645018283/posts/default/4500574866820828486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185689463645018283/posts/default/4500574866820828486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonitasthoughts-bonita.blogspot.com/2008/12/saw-santa.html' title='Saw Santa'/><author><name>Bonita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04879272227856749009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OpZVEQC3xQQ/STSLhNewFVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/q6mifEmkT6w/S220/IMGP1459.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OpZVEQC3xQQ/SUVTluO-NzI/AAAAAAAAABQ/kUJ5hYEQsco/s72-c/Untitled-19.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7185689463645018283.post-5827389152468442422</id><published>2008-12-14T09:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T09:29:38.175-08:00</updated><title type='text'>An Email</title><content type='html'>This is a email I recieved awhile back:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOMAN'S PERFECT BREAKFAST &lt;br /&gt;She's sitting at the table with her gourmet coffee. &lt;br /&gt;Her son is on the cover of the Wheaties box. &lt;br /&gt;Her daughter is on the cover of Business Week. &lt;br /&gt;Her boyfriend is on the cover of Playgirl. &lt;br /&gt;And her husband is on the back of the milk carton. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep reading-they get better!!! &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOMEN'S REVENGE &lt;br /&gt;'Cash, check or charge?' I asked, after folding items the woman wished to purchase. &lt;br /&gt;As she fumbled for her wallet , I noticed a remote control for a television set in her purse. &lt;br /&gt;'So, do you always carry your TV remote?' I asked. &lt;br /&gt;'No,' she replied, 'but my husband refused to come shopping with me, &lt;br /&gt;And I figured this was the most evil thing I could do to him legally.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UNDERSTANDING WOMEN &lt;br /&gt;(A MAN'S PERSPECTIVE) &lt;br /&gt;I know I'm not going to understand women. &lt;br /&gt;I'll never understand how you can take boiling hot wax, &lt;br /&gt;Pour it onto your upper thigh, rip the hair out by the root, &lt;br /&gt;And still be afraid of a spider. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MARRIAGE SEMINAR &lt;br /&gt;While attending a Marriage Seminar dealing with communication, &lt;br /&gt;Tom and his wife Grace listened to the instructor, &lt;br /&gt;'It is essential that husbands and wives know each other's likes and dislikes.' &lt;br /&gt;He addressed the man, &lt;br /&gt;'Can you name your wife's favorite flower?' &lt;br /&gt;Tom leaned over, touched his wife's arm gently and whispered, 'It's Pillsbury, isn't it? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CIGARETTES AND TAMPONS &lt;br /&gt;A man walks into a pharmacy and wanders up &amp; down the aisles. &lt;br /&gt;The sales girl notices him and asks him if she can help him. &lt;br /&gt;He answers that he is looking for a box of tampons for his wife. &lt;br /&gt;She directs him down the correct aisle. &lt;br /&gt;A few minutes later, he deposits a huge bag of cotton balls and a ball of string on the counter. &lt;br /&gt;She says, confused, 'Sir, I thought you were looking for some tampons for your wife? &lt;br /&gt;He answers, 'You see, it's like this, yesterday, I sent my wife to the store &lt;br /&gt;To get me a carton of cigarettes, and she came back with a tin of tobacco &lt;br /&gt;And some rolling papers; cause it's sooo-ooo--oo-ooo much cheaper. &lt;br /&gt;So, I figure if I have to roll my own ......... So does she. &lt;br /&gt;(I figure this guy is the one on the milk carton!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WIFE VS HUSBAND &lt;br /&gt;A couple drove down a country road for several miles, not saying a word. &lt;br /&gt;An earlier discussion had led to an argument and &lt;br /&gt;Neither of them wanted to concede their position. &lt;br /&gt;As they passed a barnyard of mules, goats, and pigs, &lt;br /&gt;The husband asked sarcastically, 'Relatives of yours?' &lt;br /&gt;'Yep,' the wife replied, 'in-laws.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WORDS &lt;br /&gt;A husband read an article to his wife about how many words women use a day... &lt;br /&gt;30,000 to a man's 15,000. &lt;br /&gt;The wife replied, 'The reason has to be because we have to repeat everything to men... &lt;br /&gt;The husband then turned to his wife and asked, 'What?' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CREATION &lt;br /&gt;A man said to his wife one day, 'I don't know how you can be &lt;br /&gt;So stupid and so beautiful all at the same time. &lt;br /&gt;'The wife responded, 'Allow me to explain. &lt;br /&gt;God made me beautiful so you would be attracted to me; &lt;br /&gt;God made me stupid so I would be attracted to you! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHO DOES WHAT &lt;br /&gt;A man and his wife were having an argument about who &lt;br /&gt;Should brew the coffee each morning. &lt;br /&gt;The wife said, 'You should do it because you get up first, &lt;br /&gt;and then we don't have to wait as long to get our coffee. &lt;br /&gt;The husband said, 'You are in charge of cooking around here and &lt;br /&gt;you should do it, because that is your job, and I can just wait for my coffee.' &lt;br /&gt;Wife replies, 'No, you should do it, and beside s, it is in the Bible that the man should do the coffee.' &lt;br /&gt;Husband replies, 'I can't believe that, show me.' &lt;br /&gt;So she fetched the Bible, and opened the New Testament and showed him at the top of several pages, that it indeed says 'HEBREWS' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Silent Treatment &lt;br /&gt;A man and his wife were having some problems at home &lt;br /&gt;and were giving each other the silent treatment. &lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, the man realized that the next day, he would need his wife to wake him &lt;br /&gt;at 5:0 0 AM for an early morning business flight. &lt;br /&gt;Not wanting to be the first to break the silence (and LOSE), he wrote on a piece of paper, &lt;br /&gt;'Please wake me at 5:00 AM .' He left it where he knew she would find it. &lt;br /&gt;The next morning, the man woke up, only to discover it was 9:00 AM and he had missed his flight Furious, he was about to go and see why his wife hadn't wakened him, &lt;br /&gt;when he noticed a piece of paper by the bed. &lt;br /&gt;The paper said, 'It is 5:00 AM . Wake up.' &lt;br /&gt;Men are not equipped for these kinds of contests. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God may have created man before woman, but there is always a rough draft before the masterpiece&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185689463645018283-5827389152468442422?l=bonitasthoughts-bonita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonitasthoughts-bonita.blogspot.com/feeds/5827389152468442422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185689463645018283&amp;postID=5827389152468442422' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185689463645018283/posts/default/5827389152468442422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185689463645018283/posts/default/5827389152468442422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonitasthoughts-bonita.blogspot.com/2008/12/email.html' title='An Email'/><author><name>Bonita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04879272227856749009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OpZVEQC3xQQ/STSLhNewFVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/q6mifEmkT6w/S220/IMGP1459.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7185689463645018283.post-1338470558337973892</id><published>2008-12-12T08:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T08:56:08.309-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Going Home</title><content type='html'>Jan. last year I was getting ready to leave the state that I had lived in for 19years, with my little man. We were moving across the country to just about the smallest base I have ever seen besides Everett Homeport in WA. To be honest I was a little excited for the new adventure ahead of me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was nervous about flying with Brock alone because he was only a month old. We didn't fly sooner because I was scared that my c-section scar would pop open. Call me crazy but it did when they took the staples out it was a little part to small to do anything about and it to recovering a lot more painful. But that's a post for another day. I really didn't want to be that mom with the annoying screaming baby on the plain. But it worked out perfect, I gave him Tylenol before boarding and he slept through the flights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought living so close to FL that it would be a lot warmer in Jan. I was a little wrong, it was a little chilly but it beat cold wet WA. My husband picked us up and I was so excited to start our new life as a family here in GA. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In about 3weeks we'll be flying back to WA on leave. I have never looked for to cold weather so much in my life. I wanna see snow, (we both grew up in the mountains my husband and I so we're used to seeing snow at least once a year) and relaxing in my husbands grandmas back yard staring at the peak of the mountain. That is a priceless view. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband is staying a little under 2weeks there because his leave got cut short, but Brock and I are staying a few weeks extra. Don't worry Hope we'll be back in time for Compass. I loved that class and wouldn't miss it for the world, plus I love spending time w/my family but not that much time if you know what I mean? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know when I board that plain to come back to GA, I will be sad like last time but nervous too. My son is a year older and most likely will be more of a pain. So if there are any suggestions anyone could give me on that one would be great. He would be riding on my lap. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so excited to go home! I can't wait, it can't happen soon enough...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185689463645018283-1338470558337973892?l=bonitasthoughts-bonita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonitasthoughts-bonita.blogspot.com/feeds/1338470558337973892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185689463645018283&amp;postID=1338470558337973892' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185689463645018283/posts/default/1338470558337973892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185689463645018283/posts/default/1338470558337973892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonitasthoughts-bonita.blogspot.com/2008/12/going-home.html' title='Going Home'/><author><name>Bonita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04879272227856749009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OpZVEQC3xQQ/STSLhNewFVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/q6mifEmkT6w/S220/IMGP1459.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7185689463645018283.post-6548669659175547927</id><published>2008-12-11T05:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T05:18:56.246-08:00</updated><title type='text'>UGH!!! I'm so peeved</title><content type='html'>It started a few days ago when my husband came home telling me that they're not going to tell us that we got our leave for new years till about a week before....my husband is an E2 in the navy, what makes them think we can afford plain tickets a week before we leave? Thank god we put in for a loan. Then on top of that he told me his schedule might be changing again.&lt;br /&gt;Right now he works two days on, two off, three days on, two off, two on, three off....ect. Its going to go from that to two on (those two days he'll have to stay at lower base w/out coming home) two off, then two days of training. He was trying at the time to point out the good stuff about it, like "I'll only be working 8hrs instead of 12," he told me, ya but I'm not going to see you for two days. Then he would say, "Since I'm quelled on everything most of the time during training i will get off early," ya that's if they're not helping out with the subs can't say exactly what. And when hes done training before they made them sit there, weither quelled or not, all day. So i find it hard to believe he'll get off early.&lt;br /&gt;Well yesterday my husband came home with some bad news. First one was, our leave is getting cut by 3days at least. Because of the I'm just going to call it "sub help" they have to do. Everyone else got they're whole entire leave, the thanksgiving people and the Christmas people. We my husband and I decided not to be selfish and pick new years cause not many people would pick it and we just wanna go home we don't care when.&lt;br /&gt;That being said my husband is going to check with his first class to see if he can wait to go on leave and get his 15days later. In all honesty i bet they will tell him yes and it will never come, i stopped trusting what they say and not believe till its on paper and signed. If that doesn't work then my husband said hes going to let Brock and I stay longer in WA. Its nice and I'll probably do it but I'm going to miss him.&lt;br /&gt;And the last but not least, they are changing his schedule. So I'm just peeved right now. I know there is nothing i can do about it but sometimes the navy just ticks me off. A lot of people say in his command its not the navy its this base, and its not the base its the command. But 9 1/2 more months and we get to see if it was true.&lt;br /&gt;I got my vent out, going Christmas shopping today after Brocks nap so that'll cheer me up. Also going to call my mama and vent to her, it always feels better once I talk to her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185689463645018283-6548669659175547927?l=bonitasthoughts-bonita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonitasthoughts-bonita.blogspot.com/feeds/6548669659175547927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185689463645018283&amp;postID=6548669659175547927' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185689463645018283/posts/default/6548669659175547927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185689463645018283/posts/default/6548669659175547927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonitasthoughts-bonita.blogspot.com/2008/12/ugh-im-so-peeved.html' title='UGH!!! I&apos;m so peeved'/><author><name>Bonita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04879272227856749009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OpZVEQC3xQQ/STSLhNewFVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/q6mifEmkT6w/S220/IMGP1459.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7185689463645018283.post-2417632255901569995</id><published>2008-12-10T05:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T05:36:36.242-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do they ever sleep through the night?!!!</title><content type='html'>I haven't slept through the night in one year....neither has my loving son. And for some reason everyonce in awhile he decides he just can't sleep. But last night was awful!!! Okay it wasn't really last night more so it was this morning...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband got up at 2:21 this morning like he does every work morning. I grab his lunch out of the frige and put it on the couch for him and crawl back into bed. I get woken up again for a kiss goodbye. Thats where my son comes in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant fall alseep to easily but my son has great timing. He decided he was going to wake up at the time I was falling back to sleep. So I grab him thinking he just wants to sleep with mommy, like always. Someone couldn't get confy so I put him back in his bed he stayed asleep for less than 30mins. Not knowing what was wrong cause he wouldn't cry if I was standing up holding him, if I layed down with him he cryed. So I turned on the TV it worked for about another 30mins. We fought for awhile until about 5:30 someone finally went to sleep, only to wake up in the same mood and hour later. I just told him its time to get up and turned on the lights, but he didn't leave my lap till 7:30. He's in his high chair now bearly touching his food, his eyes are red from the lack of sleep and I'm feeling it too. Can't wait till nap time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep telling myself that one day he'll sleep through the night but I don't think it will ever happen!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185689463645018283-2417632255901569995?l=bonitasthoughts-bonita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonitasthoughts-bonita.blogspot.com/feeds/2417632255901569995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185689463645018283&amp;postID=2417632255901569995' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185689463645018283/posts/default/2417632255901569995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185689463645018283/posts/default/2417632255901569995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonitasthoughts-bonita.blogspot.com/2008/12/do-they-ever-sleep-through-night.html' title='Do they ever sleep through the night?!!!'/><author><name>Bonita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04879272227856749009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OpZVEQC3xQQ/STSLhNewFVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/q6mifEmkT6w/S220/IMGP1459.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7185689463645018283.post-6213984665771465170</id><published>2008-12-10T05:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T05:27:41.497-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My "Weekend" Mon-Tues</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;My husband has a weird schedule, this week is his short week. He only works two days. So since he worked all weekend, our weekend started on Mon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Monday was a very relaxed day as our first day of the weekend usually is. He got to sleep in a half hour later than Brock and I. Big whoop, if your going to sleep in make it worth it. He lounged around the house a little bit then left to get our loan (so we can have a good Christmas and go to WA on vacation), he needed a hair cut, cause his hair was poking around his ears some, and his first class was getting on him about that. After that he went to pick me up some buns for dinner and he did some shopping at the auto store. When he got back that's when I started moving....sloooowwwwwly cleaning house, while he worked on his car.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Poor guy didn't get much done w/his car that he wanted to, he said today just wasn't the day to work on it. So he took Brock out on his new car and pushed him around. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278149433775525090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OpZVEQC3xQQ/ST_A8feejOI/AAAAAAAAAA4/llYVkvUSEAw/s320/IMGP1507.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;                                                The day Brock got his new fav. toy the car&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tuesday; our Sunday; we decided to do some Christmas shopping. We went to target first on the count that I had a gift card to it. We tried to look at toys for Brock, we didn't like any of them. So we tried stuff for my husband which he didn't really want anything more considering we just spent 100+ on crap for his car. So we did Christmas decorations cause we don't have any! We're just starting off together so we're still buying stuff for our lives. My gift card and some went to Christmas decorations.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After that we went to payless, there were these super cute boots I wanted from there, that became on of my presents. My husband never knows what to get me so what we do is I pick out what I want and he buys it.....its a good system I think.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We then went to Duval road where the shopping center is. Brock fell asleep right when we got there, he has the best timing sometimes. Checked out all the stores then at Gander Mountain, for no reason at all Brock just started crying, we figured it was time to go....the problem....getting my husbands but out of the store. He didn't know if he really wanted the sunglasses he was getting. Sometimes hes worse than a women. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We drove home and stoped at k-mart for clothes for Brock cause someone needed more jeans and since hes a baby he grows fast so we don't spend much on his clothes, k-mart had the best deals. Someone stayed asleep on daddy's shoulder the whole time. So feeling bad that we were right next to the house and would most likely wake him up we drove around till he woke up.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I wasn't feeling good so my hubby bubby hung the lights and finished decorating the house, we still have to hang a few more things but for the most part we are done. So for the most part my weekend was good. I love spending time with my boys.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185689463645018283-6213984665771465170?l=bonitasthoughts-bonita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonitasthoughts-bonita.blogspot.com/feeds/6213984665771465170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185689463645018283&amp;postID=6213984665771465170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185689463645018283/posts/default/6213984665771465170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185689463645018283/posts/default/6213984665771465170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonitasthoughts-bonita.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-weekend-mon-tues.html' title='My &quot;Weekend&quot; Mon-Tues'/><author><name>Bonita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04879272227856749009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OpZVEQC3xQQ/STSLhNewFVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/q6mifEmkT6w/S220/IMGP1459.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OpZVEQC3xQQ/ST_A8feejOI/AAAAAAAAAA4/llYVkvUSEAw/s72-c/IMGP1507.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7185689463645018283.post-3625765344356398615</id><published>2008-12-07T08:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T08:54:29.488-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Every Woman Should Have/Know</title><content type='html'>A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE ...enough money within her control to move out and rent a place of her own, even if she never wants to or needs to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE ... something perfect to wear if the employer, or date of her dreams wants to see her in an hour...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE .. a youth she's content to leave behind....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE ... a past juicy enough that she's looking forward to retelling it in her old age....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE ..... a set of screwdrivers, a cordless drill, and a black lace bra...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE ... one friend who always makes her laugh... and one who lets her cry...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE .... a good piece of furniture not previously owned by anyone else in her family..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE ... eight matching plates, wine glasses with stems, and a recipe for a meal, that will make her guests feel honored...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE ... a feeling of control over her destiny...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW... how to fall in love without losing herself..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW... how to quit a job, break up with a lover, and confront a friend without; ruining the friendship...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW... when to try harder... and WHEN TO WALK AWAY...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW... that she can't change the length of her calves, the width of her hips, or the nature of her parents..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW... that her childhood may not have been perfect...but its over...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW... what she would and wouldn't do for love or more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW... how to live alone... even if she doesn't like it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW.. whom she can trust,whom she can't,and why she shouldn't take it personally...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW... where to go...be it to her best friend's kitchen table... or a charming inn in the woods...when her soul needs soothing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW... what she can and can't accomplish in a day... a month...and a year...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185689463645018283-3625765344356398615?l=bonitasthoughts-bonita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonitasthoughts-bonita.blogspot.com/feeds/3625765344356398615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185689463645018283&amp;postID=3625765344356398615' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185689463645018283/posts/default/3625765344356398615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185689463645018283/posts/default/3625765344356398615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonitasthoughts-bonita.blogspot.com/2008/12/what-every-woman-should-haveknow.html' title='What Every Woman Should Have/Know'/><author><name>Bonita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04879272227856749009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OpZVEQC3xQQ/STSLhNewFVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/q6mifEmkT6w/S220/IMGP1459.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7185689463645018283.post-2941329407184685112</id><published>2008-12-03T09:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T09:36:32.075-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My baby is 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OpZVEQC3xQQ/STll9a-KPGI/AAAAAAAAAAo/MaE6fXx-JQk/s1600-h/IMAGE_036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276360544327711842" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 120px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OpZVEQC3xQQ/STll9a-KPGI/AAAAAAAAAAo/MaE6fXx-JQk/s320/IMAGE_036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My baby is finally 1. Hes my first so its a really big thing to me, I guess turning 1 is a big thing for any mom. Anyways it just hasn't hit me yet that he is 1, its hard to believe that last year I was in a hospital all day waiting for this little bugger to come out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For any parent you know that having a baby is a blessing and also a learning experience. That's why a lot of people say the first one is more of a trial run and the second one turns out okay. Its funny but kind of true, (for the record I believe my first is going to be just fine lol) with the first your new to everything, and by the time number 2 rolls around your a pro. Let me just emphasize on what I have learned this past year:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I never grew up around baby's, I actually felt awkward around them and pretty much never expected to have any of my own. So when my little bundle of joy came around, even though I have practice on a doll for 9months how to change a baby's dipper, I still had the nurse sit there and watch me to make sure I was doing it right. That was my first. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was lucky w/my son he was a eater from day one and to this day he can't get enough food. Where does it go I don't know hes average weight and short for his age. So breast feeding was something for me to learn but he did most of the work. Until it was time for me to eat. Learning how to hold a baby in one hand and breast feed while trying to eat my hot meal was something to learn. And I learned fast it isn't going to happen I was just going to have to wait. So I learned how to eat cold food.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then every mom knows this one....waking up at night. Ugh! I feel like I haven't slept in a year. First it was every hour. Then every 2hrs, when we got to every 3hrs it was like being in heaven. But now I look back and I got more sleep back then, cause he slept all day and when he was asleep I was. Now he just takes 1 nap a day (what happen to the 4 he used to take) and he'll sleep mostly through the night, sometimes he wakes up at 1am and wants to play. One day I plan to have an undisturbed sleep....one day I hope.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So once you get past the first few months, you start to notice something different about them....he could lift his head up w/no problem. That's when you learn to get excited about the littlest things that if you weren't a mother you'd think whats the big deal. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;They start moving more and more as months go by and you learn the hard way that you can't just lay them on the couch anymore and do the dishes. We believe our son has a hard head. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then they start crawling and you learn to put everything up and out of reach...that's until they start climbing, and that stuff you put out of reach is no longer safe. So we tried putting stuff in drawers and putting baby locks on them. For some baby's that might work, but mine opened it as far as he could and yanked on it until the baby lock broke. So there went that one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You find out saying "no" to your baby is the worst thing you could do...according to them. You see all sorts of tempers flying around and you and your husband play the blame game...who did he get it from. The other day my son threw a fit, he was laying on the floor screaming but we couldn't see him and he couldn't see us. So he stopped and dragged his body across the floor to where he could see us and continued....its hard not to laugh at that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Teething....my son was getting his first few teeth. Nobody told me you could get dirrea from teething! So freaked out when my son had dirrea for over a week and was ready to go to the hospital. Lucky for us my husbands grandma is a nurse and told us if he starts acting sick take him in, and don't worry about it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then there was walking...I couldn't wait for him to walk! Then he started walking and I was ready for him to crawl again. This boy fallows me all over the house and hes faster now that he is walking. Another thing I learned just wait cause once they learn something new your gonna wish they never learned it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now that he's been walking for a few weeks, we're starting to find things in weird places. For instance I found a dvd and a torned up baby wipe in one of my kitchen drawers. We found my husbands sandal in the toilet...maybe someone will learn to put the seat down now. Hes turning more and more into a little boy. Even though hes no longer considered a baby he'll always be a baby to me, my little baby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heres Brock on his birthday eating his cake:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OpZVEQC3xQQ/STlmXT1qeHI/AAAAAAAAAAw/-OnZ0VBtC5U/s1600-h/IMGP1510.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276360989089626226" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OpZVEQC3xQQ/STlmXT1qeHI/AAAAAAAAAAw/-OnZ0VBtC5U/s320/IMGP1510.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185689463645018283-2941329407184685112?l=bonitasthoughts-bonita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonitasthoughts-bonita.blogspot.com/feeds/2941329407184685112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185689463645018283&amp;postID=2941329407184685112' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185689463645018283/posts/default/2941329407184685112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185689463645018283/posts/default/2941329407184685112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonitasthoughts-bonita.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-baby-is-1.html' title='My baby is 1'/><author><name>Bonita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04879272227856749009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OpZVEQC3xQQ/STSLhNewFVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/q6mifEmkT6w/S220/IMGP1459.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OpZVEQC3xQQ/STll9a-KPGI/AAAAAAAAAAo/MaE6fXx-JQk/s72-c/IMAGE_036.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
