<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-388905276515370311</id><updated>2009-12-11T11:04:21.442-06:00</updated><title type='text'>PB4UGO</title><subtitle type='html'>Home Is Where Your Herd Is</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cowmomba.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/388905276515370311/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cowmomba.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/388905276515370311/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>~Tammy~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02429393845419704423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>470</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-388905276515370311.post-8825137837561576656</id><published>2009-12-10T10:32:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T10:56:50.599-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Just rambling</title><content type='html'>BRRRR.... it was 7 degrees when we got up this morning. The pond across the property line is frozen... very scary, knowing those little kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I mentioned in an earlier post, I have been working every day this week. Since I don't have Matthew today, I am going in at noon and will work until the counting is done, or until close tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben is off, so the twins won't be home alone. Not that they would be scared or anything. I'm just a bit (over)protective of them. Funny to think that I was in charge of five younger kids from 4:45 am until 6:00 pm, five days a week, when I was two years YOUNGER than Dan and Sam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I ran into a short 'conflict' at work. I was told we were having a store meeting, at 7:00 pm on Dec. 23rd. I told the boss I wouldn't be there... I would be out of town. He truly looked shocked.  "But, you don't celebrate Christmas! Where are you going?"&lt;br /&gt;"To my Dad's house, for a family dinner." Boss said the meeting will go on without me. That's OK. (Still think the 23rd is a DUMB time for a meeting!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the first "Christmas" dinner we have  been to,  in some 25 years, though it may just be the twins and I attending. Tom works the 23rd and 24th.. I don't know about Ben yet. I haven't heard whether Becky and Tommy are coming, or Bill and his family. Pretty sure my brother Roger will be there, maybe even my brother Robbie. (We learned a few days ago that Robbie's ex wife has also planned a big gathering at the same time, so Rob's kids will likely be there, and not at my Dad's.) Haven't heard whether my brother Rick and his family will be there or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is just two weeks away! Wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben is planning to make chicken noodle for supper tonight. Maybe chili tomorrow... Tom will be here, and can make pretty good chili. (Too hot for me, though.)&lt;br /&gt;Guess I better get things rolling here, I have to leave in about 45 minutes!&lt;br /&gt;Have a very blessed day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/388905276515370311-8825137837561576656?l=cowmomba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cowmomba.blogspot.com/feeds/8825137837561576656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=388905276515370311&amp;postID=8825137837561576656&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/388905276515370311/posts/default/8825137837561576656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/388905276515370311/posts/default/8825137837561576656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cowmomba.blogspot.com/2009/12/brrrr.html' title='Just rambling'/><author><name>~Tammy~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02429393845419704423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07553950869499432252'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-388905276515370311.post-7070638075034143632</id><published>2009-12-09T08:18:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T08:36:40.618-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow?</title><content type='html'>There is no snow in today's forecast. The high is 23* and the low is 14*, with a 20% change of precipitation. Yet the sky is spitting tiny frozen flakes. Not really "snowing". Just frozen bits floating from the sky.... enough you can see them coming down. Not enough to say "we got snow!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brain hurts. I skipped out the last hour of work last night... with a low grade fever and a headache. I got ONE pre-inventory count done. This ONE happened to be three double columned pages of woodruff keys, nuts, bolts, washers, cotter pins... each of which has to be manually counted. No handy-dandy scale to calibrate and calculate that there are 367 washers instead of the 356 the computer says we have. Takes more time to COUNT those suckers than the entire box of them is worth! My co-workers tend to skip the counts like these, and leave them for those of us who come in to 'help out'. That's OK. For the most part, I stood in one spot and dumped each little box out, then counted the parts back into the container. A nice quiet corner of the building. My co workers, in appreciation of me doing the dreaded nuts and bolts count, didn't come by saying 87, 34, 98 ,12 ... as we usually do to one another when someone is trying to count small items.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterdays roast beast is going to turn into a nice stew for today. If I didn't already have the roast, today would have been a great day for chili. Maybe we ought to bake cookies, or bread. It is COLD and it will be comforting to have the oven going. We will see. It is Benny's day off, and he is going to take Daniel and Sam to the library for me... and run those other errands I have been avoiding. I will stay here with Matthew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, time to get this day rolling a bit faster. Have a blessed day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/388905276515370311-7070638075034143632?l=cowmomba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cowmomba.blogspot.com/feeds/7070638075034143632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=388905276515370311&amp;postID=7070638075034143632&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/388905276515370311/posts/default/7070638075034143632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/388905276515370311/posts/default/7070638075034143632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cowmomba.blogspot.com/2009/12/snow.html' title='Snow?'/><author><name>~Tammy~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02429393845419704423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07553950869499432252'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-388905276515370311.post-137928197033240947</id><published>2009-12-08T09:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T10:15:15.279-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Cold and Rainy</title><content type='html'>It is just barely above freezing, and looks like a cold front is pushing this way. We may get ice. I don't like ice, especially if I have to work! We live in a very hilly area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is after 10 am and Matthew is still sleeping. I will be reheating his oatmeal, looks like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am almost seeing auto parts in my sleep, as our store prepares for a wall to wall inventory next Monday. We are doing "pre-counts" this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh boy! I just heard from the mother of two of my grandkids. I get to have Connor and Alana on Friday night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't get to see MUCH of them, as I work til 7:00 pm and then have to be back to work Saturday by 8:00 am. But I will take what I can get.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/388905276515370311-137928197033240947?l=cowmomba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cowmomba.blogspot.com/feeds/137928197033240947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=388905276515370311&amp;postID=137928197033240947&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/388905276515370311/posts/default/137928197033240947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/388905276515370311/posts/default/137928197033240947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cowmomba.blogspot.com/2009/12/cold-and-rainy.html' title='Cold and Rainy'/><author><name>~Tammy~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02429393845419704423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07553950869499432252'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-388905276515370311.post-8994186393710271665</id><published>2009-12-07T10:31:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T10:48:51.036-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday busyness</title><content type='html'>Boss man at O's asked me to please come in every afternoon this week, after Matt goes home. So I will gain an extra 16 hours this week working from 3-7pm. (And still working my normal Fri-Sun schedule). The annual inventory is next week, and we have to count every part, wall to wall.  (I inventoried AC orings yesterday!)&lt;br /&gt;I am going to have to go to town. Today. We are out of bread and eggs- leading to much grumbling among the troops. Even more grumbling from me, as I will have to take Matt along. I also have a package to mail, or I'd just pick up the groceries on my way home from work. (Which I may do anyway... I can postpone mailing packages, can't I?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is cold and gloomy here, and my bones ache. I had planned to make a crock pot roast beast for supper, but just discovered that someone left a package of thawed chicken in the fridge. Since Mr C made goulash last night, the chicken has had to have been thawed a couple of days... surprise, surprise! Guess I will do a mexican chicken casserole tonite. Maybe even do it in the crockpot. With me gone during the supper cooking hours all week, the crockpot is going to get a real work out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got Connor and Alana's gifts "from Daddy" a few days ago. I finally remembered gift wrap- so need to be getting them fixed up.&lt;br /&gt;Yawn. I just want to crawl back under the covers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/388905276515370311-8994186393710271665?l=cowmomba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cowmomba.blogspot.com/feeds/8994186393710271665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=388905276515370311&amp;postID=8994186393710271665&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/388905276515370311/posts/default/8994186393710271665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/388905276515370311/posts/default/8994186393710271665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cowmomba.blogspot.com/2009/12/monday-busyness.html' title='Monday busyness'/><author><name>~Tammy~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02429393845419704423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07553950869499432252'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-388905276515370311.post-1127052644023745745</id><published>2009-12-04T10:26:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T10:48:14.308-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Another hour...</title><content type='html'>Until my work weekend begins. I am sort of stressed out here, between (home)school and a possible crisis here. (I am unable to discuss it at this time, since things may just blow over.) The school, at least, Mr C has stepped up and helped. (Sam has been mouthy about doing several subjects he feels are below his abilities).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, Dan wore the chain maille that the boys have put together when we went to the library. The gentle clinking sounded like a distant Salvation Army bell ringer. He had many folks gather around to hear about how they had created the maille out of a roll of fencing wire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny about the SA bell ringers. As we approached the WalMart entrance where a bell ringer stood... Daniel whispers, "Bring out your dead! Bring out your dead!" (A line from a Monty Python movie.) I will never be able to walk past one of these bell ringers again without giggling at the remembrance. Our family has the weirdest sense of humor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The gumbo I made for supper turned out pretty well. Not exactly like Seneca's, but still good. I even added okra. (Adding OK is a big deal for me... I can't stand the slime it makes. Instead of fresh okra, I used some breaded frozen okra, which I deep fried first. Cooked the &lt;s&gt; snot&lt;/s&gt; slime right out of it. Maybe I better have a nice bowl of gumbo before heading off to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did get some lactose digesting enzyme yesterday. Unfortunately for me, I came in starving and had some leftover spinach dip from Thanksgiving (part of an unused jar). It was all I had eaten all day... and when the lactose symptoms hit me... THEN I read the jar: Contains Milk and Soy products! Too late for the enzyme. I did put the enzyme to the test this morning... I took some, then had a bowl of cereal. I was miserable in five minutes, with the 'choking' feeling milk products cause in the hiatus hernia. But in a short time, even that feeling passed. (When the 'choking' feeling hits, it usually lasts for hours.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess its time for me to get ready to go. Have a great weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/388905276515370311-1127052644023745745?l=cowmomba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cowmomba.blogspot.com/feeds/1127052644023745745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=388905276515370311&amp;postID=1127052644023745745&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/388905276515370311/posts/default/1127052644023745745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/388905276515370311/posts/default/1127052644023745745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cowmomba.blogspot.com/2009/12/another-hour.html' title='Another hour...'/><author><name>~Tammy~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02429393845419704423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07553950869499432252'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-388905276515370311.post-7737334693319697375</id><published>2009-12-03T08:53:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T09:03:19.497-06:00</updated><title type='text'>After two days of hibernating..</title><content type='html'>I have to go out.&lt;br /&gt;Last night's supper was sausage gravy with biscuits. I ended up with the "choking" feeling I get when I eat anything milk based. Time to get some 'lactaid' or something. I have to go to the grocery store... we are out of 'taters, onions, tortilla chips, eggs. &lt;br /&gt;Samuel got a phone call last night... actually FOR him. He was so surprised he could barely respond, LOL. It was the library letting him know a book he had reserved has come in... so we will go to the library today. And stop by to pay the rent. Mr C told me to send it off last week, and I totally forgot. oops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, while I don't have Matthew or O'Reilly's today, I do have errands. &lt;br /&gt;The boys' are champing at the bit to get started , so i better go get showered and ready to go!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/388905276515370311-7737334693319697375?l=cowmomba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cowmomba.blogspot.com/feeds/7737334693319697375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=388905276515370311&amp;postID=7737334693319697375&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/388905276515370311/posts/default/7737334693319697375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/388905276515370311/posts/default/7737334693319697375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cowmomba.blogspot.com/2009/12/after-two-days-of-hibernating.html' title='After two days of hibernating..'/><author><name>~Tammy~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02429393845419704423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07553950869499432252'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-388905276515370311.post-6766316378822813928</id><published>2009-12-02T10:12:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T10:39:24.238-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Colder</title><content type='html'>It is colder here today. I was told yesterday that we could get anywhere from a dusting to 7" of snow today. BRRRR! But snow is better than ICE! So far, no snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I do have aching joints, especially in my back and right knee- the one traumatized in the accident back before the twins were born. So the barometric pressure must be changing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For supper tonight, I am going to have to make something that requires a lot of milk. Maybe gravy? We thought we were low on milk, and got 2 gallons. But were had a gallon and a half in the other fridge. Maybe potato soup... one of my favorite 'comfort foods'. Yeah, I know... whatever I make with milk in it, I will pay for. Maybe I ought to get some "lact-aid" tablets. Milk products bloat me up like a balloon. But... gravy! I love gravy! I told Dan to check the freezer for pork chops. I'm sure I can come up with something to use up milk. Funny to think we used to go through more than a gallon every day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to either go to the PO myself today, or send Benny. I have boxes to send out. Ben has one he has to send himself. I managed to not leave the house at all yesterday. I would probably be a hermit if I could get away with it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am hoping you all have a blessed and wonderful day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/388905276515370311-6766316378822813928?l=cowmomba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cowmomba.blogspot.com/feeds/6766316378822813928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=388905276515370311&amp;postID=6766316378822813928&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/388905276515370311/posts/default/6766316378822813928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/388905276515370311/posts/default/6766316378822813928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cowmomba.blogspot.com/2009/12/colder.html' title='Colder'/><author><name>~Tammy~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02429393845419704423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07553950869499432252'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-388905276515370311.post-1691181638601627173</id><published>2009-12-01T11:23:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T11:53:56.066-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Some done...</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, I got the two soonest birthdays I buy gifts for taken care of.&lt;br /&gt; Jade and Chris are both getting books! I got a card in the mail for Teeny. (Tom's sister). I got Bill and Glynna's forgotten packet of Nickole pictures sent back to them. (Please don't forget to send one to Gma Kathie once they arrive!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got holiday presents for Connor and Alana on behalf of their Dad, who cannot shop for himself right now. I forgot gift wrap, so will have to get that at a dollar store, as I sure don't intend to go back to a WalMart, nor a mall before the month is out.&lt;br /&gt;(I will force Benny to get the groceries, as he is there anyway!, or just shop at the grocery next door to O'Reilly's.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got at least half a dozen loads of laundry done yesterday, and are started on it again today. Dan and Sam are doing school work. They have been learning to draw and do some flash animation. Ben got a drawing pad that allows them to draw directly into the computer. I may let them use my camera later to try a flash animation using Lego's instead of drawn pictures. Sam's art is REALLY getting good. He had been imitating some of Benjamin's drawings, but has now moved into his own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For supper tonight: Fajita's. I have tortillas and bell peppers that have to be used up soon. (Yeah, I pick the bell peppers out of mine... ewww!) Probably have the boys chop "ump" the rest of the bell peppers and go ahead and freeze them. The veggie tray remainders will be steamed and served up as a side dish. (Yes you were right, I bought too much fresh veggies. Eat them and shut up!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yawn. I have no idea why I have remained so sleepy lately. I have headed to bed by 7 several nights of late. I can't 'sleep in' around here, I have to be up by 6:45 on days with Matthew, and not long past that on the days I work at O's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess I better get back to Matt, laundry, and school. Have a great day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/388905276515370311-1691181638601627173?l=cowmomba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cowmomba.blogspot.com/feeds/1691181638601627173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=388905276515370311&amp;postID=1691181638601627173&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/388905276515370311/posts/default/1691181638601627173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/388905276515370311/posts/default/1691181638601627173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cowmomba.blogspot.com/2009/12/some-done.html' title='Some done...'/><author><name>~Tammy~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02429393845419704423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07553950869499432252'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-388905276515370311.post-5066218217829518416</id><published>2009-11-30T08:42:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T09:06:14.947-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving....</title><content type='html'>I had a wonderful Thanksgiving. We had 19 people in this small house for dinner Thursday. My turkey was dry, the ham was overcooked, I burned the sweet potatoes and the stuffing... but we had a great visit. For once, Grandma Ruby's Hot Rolls turned out perfectly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom and Ralph brought up their travel trailer, but I still had kids "camping" out in the van. Friday, Tom and I took the kids and grandkids ice skating. Mr C did his grandpa thing pretty well, helping the kids on the ice after getting them all skated up. I got to hold Kimber and take pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The house is completely wrecked... the TSD wallowed on pillows and blankets that were removed from the temporary beds. I had planned to keep the pillows and blankets CLEAN, leaving only sheets to wash. But... I went to work and the boys and Mr C let the TSD do whatever. Mr C thinks "spraying them with febreeze" will be fine. NOT! They WILL be rewashed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan and Sam want to go to the library today. It might happen. But first, I have December birthdays to think about: Tom's sister on the 4th, Jade on the 7th, Nola and Lalani on the 8th, Chris on the 12th, Becky on the 16th... and so on all month. Becky was already 'presented', so I only have Chris and Jade to get something for. I have cards on hand for the ones I don't get gifts for. Tomorrow is the 1st of December. WHERE did this year go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least the laundry is started, schoolwork going, Matt still sleeping. Guess Thanksgiving really wore him out! I better find more to do than play online! Have a blessed day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/388905276515370311-5066218217829518416?l=cowmomba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cowmomba.blogspot.com/feeds/5066218217829518416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=388905276515370311&amp;postID=5066218217829518416&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/388905276515370311/posts/default/5066218217829518416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/388905276515370311/posts/default/5066218217829518416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cowmomba.blogspot.com/2009/11/thanksgiving.html' title='Thanksgiving....'/><author><name>~Tammy~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02429393845419704423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07553950869499432252'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-388905276515370311.post-3525432376722408845</id><published>2009-11-27T21:02:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T21:14:46.796-06:00</updated><title type='text'>pictures!!!</title><content type='html'>At &lt;a href="http://www.moocrew2.shutterfly.com"&gt;http://www.moocrew2.shutterfly.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at Thanksgiving 2009 and Ice Skating&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/388905276515370311-3525432376722408845?l=cowmomba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cowmomba.blogspot.com/feeds/3525432376722408845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=388905276515370311&amp;postID=3525432376722408845&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/388905276515370311/posts/default/3525432376722408845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/388905276515370311/posts/default/3525432376722408845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cowmomba.blogspot.com/2009/11/pictures.html' title='pictures!!!'/><author><name>~Tammy~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02429393845419704423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07553950869499432252'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-388905276515370311.post-6380916229315112697</id><published>2009-11-24T09:41:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T09:57:24.684-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy Day</title><content type='html'>We were up and busy early on today. Right now, we are having a SECOND break. (Or second breakfast, as the case may be for some of the kids.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The front room is presentable, though the kitchen is in shambles. Ben has been working on his room and doing a mighty fine job of it. I am breaking from the laundry room... where about five loads of clothes magically appeared today, despite me having asked for "all" the dirty clothes yesterday. I guess we need to work on the definition of "all". The laundry room is our 'catch all' room. It has packed boxes, ready for our big move. It has Tom's dresser, my big desk, the washer and dryer, Tom's extra mechanics tool box, a chest freezer, and a refrigerator. Seldom used items are stored here. I am preparing it to be used as a bedroom. Mostly, I am sneezing. Whether it is from dust, or must, or what... I am almost to the point of NEEDING an antihistamine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have dug the extra leaves for the table out of the closet, and the extra flatware. I got myself a new set of drinking glasses a couple of weeks ago, and room has been made for them in the cupboard. The extra groceries and snacks have been laid in... bring on the family!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, there was the last swallow of my hot tea... I suppose I better get back to work. May your day be as blessed as mine!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/388905276515370311-6380916229315112697?l=cowmomba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cowmomba.blogspot.com/feeds/6380916229315112697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=388905276515370311&amp;postID=6380916229315112697&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/388905276515370311/posts/default/6380916229315112697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/388905276515370311/posts/default/6380916229315112697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cowmomba.blogspot.com/2009/11/busy-day.html' title='Busy Day'/><author><name>~Tammy~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02429393845419704423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07553950869499432252'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-388905276515370311.post-1956274941021938561</id><published>2009-11-23T11:33:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T11:46:57.792-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I saw GROWNUPS next door....</title><content type='html'>A rare thing with those little kids. Two adult women out looking concerned and yelling, as we drove up from our trip to town.&lt;br /&gt;No bodies floating in the pond... a good thing. (The kids have been down there shoving one another in all weekend, no adults in sight.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as we finished carting in the last of the groceries, we finally see the kids running towards their home... mere specks on the property behind ours. They had gone FAR afield. Wonder if the walloping they are getting will keep them closer to home, or if the mother's scare will cause her to keep a closer eye on them? Probably NOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose I ought to call my "break" over and get back to work around here! We decided to do our errands this morning, library and grocery store. The turkey is in to thaw.  About all I need now are some Debbie snacks. I figure to get those on the way to get the kids tomorrow. We are fixed up for spaghetti and salad tomorrow evening, sandwiches Wednesday noon, enchiladas Wednesday evening, brunch and snacks Thursday until supper... and leftovers after that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will start baking Wednesday. Hoo boy! I am having fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/388905276515370311-1956274941021938561?l=cowmomba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cowmomba.blogspot.com/feeds/1956274941021938561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=388905276515370311&amp;postID=1956274941021938561&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/388905276515370311/posts/default/1956274941021938561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/388905276515370311/posts/default/1956274941021938561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cowmomba.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-saw-grownups-next-door.html' title='I saw GROWNUPS next door....'/><author><name>~Tammy~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02429393845419704423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07553950869499432252'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-388905276515370311.post-1306878300731979315</id><published>2009-11-20T08:54:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T09:11:00.651-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Best layed plans</title><content type='html'>and all that.&lt;br /&gt;The original Thanksgiving plans appear to be scrapped. At least as far as timing and such. But over the years, I have learned to be flexible... and that more you plan to the Nth degree, the more likely things are to go wrong.&lt;br /&gt;So:&lt;br /&gt;Thanksgiving dinner at 6:00 PM next Thursday. We will have a big brunch earlier in the day and plenty of snacks and such. Mr C will (probably) be working until 5:30. Ben is (supposed) to get off at 2:00 PM. Tommy and Becky will arrive when they arrive... depends on how early they actually get out the door Thursday morning, and how many baby stops they have to make along the way. Roger isn't coming, he will be going to our Dad's house instead. Stephen has to work... DARN! Except the year that Jack passed away and Stephen accompanied Becky to Ohio for the funeral, I don't think he has ever had Thanksgiving with our family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fewer number of folks here on Wednesday won't stop the enchiladas... the leftovers will be great for snacking on Thursday, with dinner being so late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pick up Connor and Alana Tuesday evening. I will do the last of the shopping that day, I think. (Jennifer, what sort of breakfast cereals and pop do the kids like?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bill and Glynna: Any idea of your date of arrival yet? What sort of things should I have for Nickole to munch on?  You can either comment the answers here, or email me. (Hey there is even that novel device called a telephone... but as Ben said, "Mom, that's so 20th Century!")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a blessed day everyone. This is my "Monday", and I know I have to work full shifts every day this weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/388905276515370311-1306878300731979315?l=cowmomba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cowmomba.blogspot.com/feeds/1306878300731979315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=388905276515370311&amp;postID=1306878300731979315&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/388905276515370311/posts/default/1306878300731979315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/388905276515370311/posts/default/1306878300731979315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cowmomba.blogspot.com/2009/11/best-layed-plans.html' title='Best layed plans'/><author><name>~Tammy~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02429393845419704423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07553950869499432252'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-388905276515370311.post-824183823574122128</id><published>2009-11-19T08:51:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T09:14:44.398-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Unexpected Day Off</title><content type='html'>For whatever reason, Matt's Daddy took today off. So I don't have an extra kid around. Dan and Sam asked about going Ice Skating, so that may be what we do. IF they get with the program and get their school done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think *I* will skate today, I will just sit and watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Becky and I were laughing again this morning about cleaning... she re-arranged her kitchen cupboards yesterday. I &lt;s&gt; beat the boys with sticks &lt;/s&gt; haunted  the boys every waking moment until they got their rooms clean. OK, so not CLEAN clean... but acceptably sanitary. One of the twins actually cleaned out the hallway linen storage shelves... without being asked! The kitchen got both swept and mopped. And the laundry was caught up once again. I checked my shopping list and added to it... hmmm, never did get those fridges cleaned out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are having trouble figuring out how to get some of the kids here for Thanksgiving. Looks like we may have a VERY late meal Thursday. Tommy has to work Wednesday, and then it is a 10 hour drive on to here. Ben doesn't get off until 2:00pm Thursday, so we were already looking at 3:00 or later for Thanksgiving dinner. Maybe we will have to do a big "brunch" spread that day to tide everyone over. Hmmm, maybe Mr C can go ahead and "bank" Thanksgiving... have dinner at 6:00? (Just thinking 'aloud' here).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it will all work out. I sure wish Stephen was getting to come. And Chris, with his family. *sigh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/388905276515370311-824183823574122128?l=cowmomba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cowmomba.blogspot.com/feeds/824183823574122128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=388905276515370311&amp;postID=824183823574122128&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/388905276515370311/posts/default/824183823574122128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/388905276515370311/posts/default/824183823574122128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cowmomba.blogspot.com/2009/11/unexpected-day-off.html' title='Unexpected Day Off'/><author><name>~Tammy~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02429393845419704423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07553950869499432252'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-388905276515370311.post-6001306491206320962</id><published>2009-11-18T08:33:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T09:26:07.867-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A 'brisk' afternoon</title><content type='html'>As much as I whined and dreaded going in to Oreilly's yesterday, the work wasn't that bad. I started with the window clings. You know what happens when you pull 30x36 window clings off? You get shocked. It is pretty well unavoidable. They build up quite a static charge. It fills my co-workers with glee to stand inside and watch me get zapped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Putting the new clings up involves slopping the window with a goodly amount of water... I used very warm water, since it was 40* out and my hands are so cold sensitive. I keep the new clings inside, far from the water. I learned from experience, one drop of water on the paper backing of a cling, and the paper will NOT come off. So the clings stay inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I peel off all the old clings... ZAP! ZAP!ZAP! ZAP! then slop one window at a time... run inside, dry my hands, peel a cling, rush back out before the water dries, position the cling, squeegee it on, and then move to the next window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did the marquee next... and even then, the lights came on before I finished. Indoors took about an hour... so I was done a few minutes before six. Once my body adjusted to the outdoor temperature, it really wasn't too bad. I had on a double layer of shirts, my jacket, gloves, and a ball cap. I put the hood of the jacket up over the ball cap, and was quite comfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The chicken noodley stuff was good... a nice warm, filling meal after being out in the cold. Ben had arrived home just before I had to leave, so he got to finish making it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;********AAAAAARRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHH*********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forget how annoyingly messy little kids can be. Matt's Dad brought him in this morning with breakfast, a sausage mcmuffin and chocolate milk. About three bits into the sausage patty, Matt decided he was *not hungry*.&lt;br /&gt;Since he will normally eat two large bowls of cereal and then want something else... I took this to mean what it did: He didn't WANT a sausage mcmuffin after all.&lt;br /&gt;Mean lady that I am... I made him sit there until he ate it. He finished the chocolate milk early on, and wanted more milk. I told him no... not until he finished his sausage. He did eventually comply. I sent him to get dressed, and poured him some milk while he was gone. He comes back, and asks for milk. I told him I had some poured for him. He yanks up the glass like it was empty... and it wasn't. Milk goes everywhere... so he dropped the (plastic) glass on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MeTammy was NOT pleased.&lt;br /&gt;MeTammy yelled.&lt;br /&gt;That was the last of the milk... so I guess he can have some water when he is done being traumatised.&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;I shouldn't have yelled. Had it been one of my own kids, would I have reacted the same way? Probably so.&lt;br /&gt;Mr C thinks I am "too hard" on Matt. I think I am less hard on him than I ought to be at times.&lt;br /&gt;I cleaned up the milk. I didn't spank him... it was an accident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;************************&lt;br /&gt;Today's agenda... I am thinking the scrubdown of both fridges. Dan and Sam cleaning their room. Bathrooms. Can't think of a single reason I have to leave the house... which suits me just fine. Maybe I can tackle a couple more 'hot spots' where clutter builds up. (Since these 'hotspots' are places that actually show... you might be right in thinking I have pretty much got the hidden disorder temporarily tamed.) Oh... I suppose MOPPING the entire kitchen will be on the list, since I have an obviously clean spot where I cleaned up the milk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you have a great day! (Kids and all)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/388905276515370311-6001306491206320962?l=cowmomba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cowmomba.blogspot.com/feeds/6001306491206320962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=388905276515370311&amp;postID=6001306491206320962&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/388905276515370311/posts/default/6001306491206320962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/388905276515370311/posts/default/6001306491206320962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cowmomba.blogspot.com/2009/11/brisk-afternoon.html' title='A &apos;brisk&apos; afternoon'/><author><name>~Tammy~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02429393845419704423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07553950869499432252'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-388905276515370311.post-7400531807532751853</id><published>2009-11-17T07:38:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T08:23:21.985-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Yesterdays errands went well. We zipped right through the library, and headed up to the Jane, MO., WalMart. We stopped by Papa Murphy's on the way, for a Take and Bake pizza. Got there right at shift change, and must have been there 20+ minutes before they even GOT to our pizza. Once we got to WallyWorld, we zipped right through... up until check-out. The lady ahead of us had quite a bit of stuff, as did we. I sent the boys to get an extra basket to speed up HER check out. (We were in the garden center.) A LOOOOOOOONG line began to form behind us. A second cashier finally came along, and we swapped to his line. He actually had us OUT THE DOOR before the person who had been ahead of us in the other line was done checking out. And we had as much, or more, stuff than she did. The guy told us we better hurry home before the SNOW hit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got home MINUTES before Mr C did. Daniel and Sam races to get things put away before he walked in the door, while I got the pizza on to bake. They were successful. Mr C commented on the pizza. Said he had never had one of this variety before. (Papa Murphy's 5 meat). It is the kind I get every time... we have had it on at least 2 other occasions here. He commented on it last time as well. But he swears he never had this kind before. Oh well. He ate FOUR slices. I barely made it through one, and I'm not even sure the twins had seconds. No wonder we don't have this often.&lt;br /&gt;************&lt;br /&gt;Jimmy Raynor (the goldfish) seems to be feeling MUCH better. He is actively swimming around the tank. Colloidal silver as a fish medicine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matthew was VERY good yesterday. I was suprised and relieved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daniel asked if he could make an apple pie yesterday, and I let him. Tom had some at lunch and pronounced it the BEST apple pie he had eaten in a long time. We will have to try again to duplicate the recipe for Thanksgiving.&lt;br /&gt;**************&lt;br /&gt;The snow didn't happen here... but it is cold. And I have to work this afternoon and will be having to change the sign outside. brrrr&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/388905276515370311-7400531807532751853?l=cowmomba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cowmomba.blogspot.com/feeds/7400531807532751853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=388905276515370311&amp;postID=7400531807532751853&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/388905276515370311/posts/default/7400531807532751853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/388905276515370311/posts/default/7400531807532751853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cowmomba.blogspot.com/2009/11/tuesday.html' title='Tuesday!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>~Tammy~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02429393845419704423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07553950869499432252'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-388905276515370311.post-6917798774481268463</id><published>2009-11-16T08:06:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T08:51:14.963-06:00</updated><title type='text'>since my last blog...</title><content type='html'>It is another fine day. We have an expected high of 44, which probably hit at midnight. It is rainy and chilly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I took the day off so that we could go look at a couple of houses. The real estate lady had a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;blonde&lt;/span&gt; moment, and didn't schedule us to see a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;habited&lt;/span&gt; house that Tom had specifically asked to see- the whole purpose in my taking the day off. Oh well. She did show us the PERFECT place. A pristine &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;doublewide&lt;/span&gt;. Huge. GREAT kitchen. A laundry/ mud room. The master suite is bigger than the double sized living room where we now live. On 13+ acres (between 13 and 15 acres). Reasonably priced. At the end of a road, only about 3/4 mile of gravel road, the rest paved.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;In real estate, its all about location. This perfect place is a full 10 miles SOUTH of Rose, OK. A full 50 miles from here. I cannot see Tom driving 100 miles a day... and Ben would be driving 140 miles a day until he could transfer to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Talequah&lt;/span&gt; (or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Siloam&lt;/span&gt;, which would still be 30 miles away). It is simply too far away from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;XNA&lt;/span&gt;. The search goes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matthew is back with us today, after having been visiting his grandparents since early October, while I awaited &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Kimber's&lt;/span&gt; arrival. He had to remember he is a big boy here, and do big boy things like get dressed. I laid out his clothes, but he has to put them on... a task I know he can do. He *forgot* how to put on his shirt, until I had one of the boys set a timer. The timer works wonders on his memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We lost two of our aged goldfish this weekend, to some disease. I didn't know they were sick until TWO had died. Poor &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Finnix&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Tassedar&lt;/span&gt; are gone. Only Jimmy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Raynar&lt;/span&gt; remains... and he is sick. We changed out 2/3 of the water, put in a fresh filter, and added colloidal silver to the water. He showed immediate improvement, and has made it through another night. We have added silver several times now. Jimmy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Raynar&lt;/span&gt; actually felt up to eating a few fish flakes this morning. He still isn't out of the woods, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have quite a few errands that need to be done. Library and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;WalMart&lt;/span&gt;, the butcher shop and the bank. Two are east of here, two are west. Since I have to go to work Tuesday afternoon after Matthew goes home, I figure the westward errands can wait until then. The new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Oreilly's&lt;/span&gt; sale goes into effect Wednesday, so Tuesday I will be doing the old sale tear down, new sale set-up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you need windshield wiper blades (buy one get one free!) or antifreeze (ready to use Peak Universal $5 a gal.), get to your nearest &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Oreilly's&lt;/span&gt; before they close on Tuesday. (Now back to your regularly scheduled blog)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have, finally, caught up all the laundering of linens stored in the boys closets. Clean sheets, pillows, and blankets are bagged and ready to use. Dog fur free. Hooray! I had forgotten how many we had stored. Mr C is ready to haul it to the storage unit, but I told him it will need to be AFTER Thanksgiving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May you have a blessed and wonderful day. Thanks for reading.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/388905276515370311-6917798774481268463?l=cowmomba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cowmomba.blogspot.com/feeds/6917798774481268463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=388905276515370311&amp;postID=6917798774481268463&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/388905276515370311/posts/default/6917798774481268463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/388905276515370311/posts/default/6917798774481268463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cowmomba.blogspot.com/2009/11/since-my-last-blog.html' title='since my last blog...'/><author><name>~Tammy~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02429393845419704423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07553950869499432252'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-388905276515370311.post-1531580447045694528</id><published>2009-11-11T09:17:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T09:58:37.874-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday</title><content type='html'>Last night, my former DIL brought her share of my grandkids to see us. We had a nice visit, even if it was brief. The kids are growing like weeds! I had made "Aunt Jean's Lasagna*" for supper... and they got to eat the 'leftovers'. (It was an impromptu last minute visit... the lasagna a happy accident!) I had got the lasagna a few days ago, stocking up for Thanksgiving week. Dan had asked if we could cook the lasagna last night...  and not having any better ideas, we did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* "Aunt Jean's Lasagna" is Stouffers premade, frozen lasagna. When one of the boys was about five, he asked Aunt Jean if she would teach him to make lasagna as good as hers when he got big enough. She told him he was big enough right then to learn her recipe... and showed him the box in the trash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems funny that the "party size" pan of lasagna has, in the past, barely fed our family. These days, I have leftovers when I make it.  But God sent folks to help us eat it up... it was just the right size... and had gone into the oven two hours before I learned anyone was stopping by!&lt;br /&gt;******************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, Tom is taking a late lunch, as we have a 'lunchtime' appointment to see two houses. We have actually looked at one before- which sold the same day we saw it, but is on the market again- for more $$ this time! The other, we have done a drive- by on... it is in need of a lot of TLC. (Or is it the "DIY Channel" that does all the home improvement shows?) This will be our first interior visit to this place. Both are close to where we are now,  actually on the same road with one another, some 3 miles south of our current location. (We also have 3 places scheduled to see on Friday morning, and two or three more Tom wants to see before making an offer on a place.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Breath holding is not taking place.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*************&lt;br /&gt;The boys are cleaning out their closets, so I can wash stored bedding and linens for Thanksgiving. I have already found a box of pillowcases!  HOORAY! Some of this stuff hasn't seen the light of day for 4 years or more, but has absorbed the smells associated with teenaged boys closets... musty, dirty sneakery, doggy smells. I suppose I out to stage at least an annual, if not semi-annual, closet shakedown. As  last time, once the bedding is washed and dried, it will go into sealed plastic bags to await use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL, the last two days of "cleaning" is, as usual... Stuff That Doesn't Show. (We have ascertained I don't need "cream of___" Soup... 19 cans on hand. Nor chopped green chiles... 7 cans. Plenty of green beans...29 cans. Enough tomato paste to repair a whole garden full of broken tomatoes, and a mountain of tomato sauce. Funny, I don't use a LOT of tomato sauce!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodness... during the typing of this, I have wandered away so many times... answering the phone, getting dressed, starting laundry, munching on crusty bread dipped in olive oil and balsamic vinegar... Guess I better hit "publish" and get the twins in here on their computer based math program!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a blessed day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/388905276515370311-1531580447045694528?l=cowmomba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cowmomba.blogspot.com/feeds/1531580447045694528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=388905276515370311&amp;postID=1531580447045694528&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/388905276515370311/posts/default/1531580447045694528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/388905276515370311/posts/default/1531580447045694528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cowmomba.blogspot.com/2009/11/wednesday.html' title='Wednesday'/><author><name>~Tammy~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02429393845419704423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07553950869499432252'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-388905276515370311.post-1395775278254421354</id><published>2009-11-10T08:39:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T09:26:20.369-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Logistics, logistics</title><content type='html'>I know, I know. I have said MANY times I love logistics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Right now, I am working on my Thanksgiving logistical problem. How to add 6 to 8 adult bodies and 5 more kids to our house, and still have those who need to sleep, ABLE to sleep. I am figuring that Ben will need his room, since he will still be working. Ditto with Mr C. So, I am intending to add Tommy and Roger to Ben's room. Computer access, smelly guys... works out OK. I am pretty sure I can get two more twin mattresses in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next sticky wicket: Do I toss out Dan and Sam to put Becky and Stephen and the kids in the twins room? I can add a queen air bed in there, once the mattresses are moved to other rooms. It would give Kimber and Ty a nap area... and I can probably nap Nickole in there during the day. It will also corral Becky and Stephen's stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, Bill and Glynna. The laundry room on another airbed? My laundry room is the bigger than any of the bedrooms. Glynna doesn't travel lightly, so I have to find a place for her to have her stuff. (Sorry Glynna, but you KNOW it is true. I have never seen anyone need a super sized suitcase for an overnight trip before!) They can let Nickole nap either in my room or the twins room during the days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have Connor and Alana and the twins, plus Mom and Ralph. If Mom and Ralph bring their travel trailer, I will put either Bill and Glynna out there, or the twins, with Mom. Connor and Alana can sleep on the hide-a-bed here in the house. If Mom and Ralph don't bring the trailer... another air bed in the "dining room" is their usual spot. The twins can "camp" in the van- it has a king sized bed, which I have slept comfortably on, on several occasions. The airbeds in the laundry room and dining room will have to be deflated and stored each day, but that is "do-able".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really miss MY HOUSE! (The one we sold five years ago, in Central High). My house had room for everyone, without needing campers and vans. Oh well, guess I ought to get over it already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh. I feel better, having come to somewhat of a plan of sleeping arrangements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daniel is organizing the lower cupboards today, and Sam the upper ones. I am working on menues, since I expect my company will be here more than just Thanksgiving day. I have to do the menues before I can assess whether or not I have ingredients and supplies on hand. My 'decor' for the holiday will be limited... I have one little plastic "turkey pilgrim", a new tablecloth (Thanks Mom!) and some candles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our "traditional" meal for a crowd, served on several Thanksgiving eves, is "Leesa's Enchiladas". After trying Leesa's recipe, I made some adaptations. They are YUMMY and easy. I may do the big crowd cop out for one meal... spaghetti. (Remind me to prep some sauce beforehand!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kids, the Thanksgiving menu as it now stands: Turkey, stuffing, mashed potatoes, gravy, candied sweet potatoes, fruit salad, green bean casserole, Gma Ruby's hot rolls, and a relish tray.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, pies for dessert. Am I missing anything? I think I need at least one more veggie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanksgiving Eve: Enchiladas, Spanish rice, Salad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breakfasts: breakfast burritoes, eggs and sausage, biscuits and gravy, blueberry pancakes. (Not all on the same day.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday- Sunday: leftovers; turkey pot pie, turkey noodle soup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess I better lay in some sandwich makings too. And hit up the Little Debbie outlet for snacks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whew... I got a lot accomplished, right here on my blog. And I won't LOSE it like I am prone to do with my paper notes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great day~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/388905276515370311-1395775278254421354?l=cowmomba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cowmomba.blogspot.com/feeds/1395775278254421354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=388905276515370311&amp;postID=1395775278254421354&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/388905276515370311/posts/default/1395775278254421354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/388905276515370311/posts/default/1395775278254421354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cowmomba.blogspot.com/2009/11/logistics-logistics.html' title='Logistics, logistics'/><author><name>~Tammy~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02429393845419704423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07553950869499432252'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-388905276515370311.post-5576849800862841014</id><published>2009-11-09T09:25:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T09:34:01.236-06:00</updated><title type='text'>*snooze button*</title><content type='html'>It is overcast and cool today. I didn't sleep well last night, despite trying my usual method of taking an antihistamine after a couple of hours of tossing and turning. Once I finally got to sleep, I sure didn't want to get up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But here it is, a fresh new day. This is the day that the Lord has made, I will rejoice and be glad in it! The boys are on their lessons, I have done my computer surfing already. Even if I am still in my jammies.&lt;br /&gt;I haven't gone through and checked on the laundry status... or anything really. I'm sure I have PLENTY to do! I know I have pictures to mail out- I promised people. Some are actually ready to drop in the mail, others still need to be attached to letters and addressed. (Gotta love the proud Granny, right?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess I best get started... I may post later if anything worthwhile occurs to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a joyful day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/388905276515370311-5576849800862841014?l=cowmomba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cowmomba.blogspot.com/feeds/5576849800862841014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=388905276515370311&amp;postID=5576849800862841014&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/388905276515370311/posts/default/5576849800862841014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/388905276515370311/posts/default/5576849800862841014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cowmomba.blogspot.com/2009/11/snooze-button.html' title='*snooze button*'/><author><name>~Tammy~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02429393845419704423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07553950869499432252'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-388905276515370311.post-3495163787056228345</id><published>2009-11-08T14:49:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T15:11:57.075-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Early Bird.. or the Second Mouse?</title><content type='html'>(The early bird gets the worm... but the second mouse gets the cheese!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, I am off work early. (Becky call me!)&lt;br /&gt;When I left, the store had taken in $500. for the day. The 'justification' for the store to remain open on weekends is $2500. So I go home and the two co-workers wait on... someone surely needs auto parts on a fine Sunday afternoon? Of the $500- my cash deposit was $235.00- not counting credit card sales (which DO count towards the total). So the top salesperson is sent home- go figure.&lt;br /&gt;Really, though, my two co-workers are supporting themselves and/or family. My paycheck "helps" but is not something our family must depend on- so, when someone has to be sent home, I feel better about it being me- rather than someone whose survival is dependent on the paycheck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am always ready to head home, LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember my relief when the little neighbor kids moved away?&lt;br /&gt;They are back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tension is already mounting at the property line. Their great grandpa, who owns the place, was a good neighbor. But these kids... these poor kids. I told Mr C I felt like I ought to call CPS the first time they are down 'swimming' or 'ice skating' unsupervised on the pond. These poor kids... what kind of a life will they have under their present conditions? I don't mind big families. I truly am pro- family. But most deliberate big families look after their kids. They take care of them. The kids have shoes... the parents WATCH them. Not these kids. They are rude, rowdy, unsupervised... starved for attention... and who knows if they are simply&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; starved&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;Poor kids. What am I to do? What would Jesus do? The kids are constantly screaming at our TSD (two stupid dogs)- kicking them and chasing them with sticks. When over on this property- they damage things and steal... they don't know any better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to move.&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got a call from Matthew's Dad. He was supposed to be back tomorrow. Due to family illness, Matt will be gone at least until next week... then miss Thanksgiving week... and all but the first week of December. So I may only have him two weeks (or less) between now and the end of the year. My boss at O'reilly's has work planned for me... so the income should be better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May each of you have a blessed day. Welcome to little Diez Zesch... born early this morning! (Her name subject to change, LOL)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/388905276515370311-3495163787056228345?l=cowmomba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cowmomba.blogspot.com/feeds/3495163787056228345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=388905276515370311&amp;postID=3495163787056228345&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/388905276515370311/posts/default/3495163787056228345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/388905276515370311/posts/default/3495163787056228345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cowmomba.blogspot.com/2009/11/early-bird-or-second-mouse.html' title='Early Bird.. or the Second Mouse?'/><author><name>~Tammy~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02429393845419704423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07553950869499432252'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-388905276515370311.post-3032207198343636752</id><published>2009-11-05T14:08:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T14:11:56.261-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Video for Becky and the GGma's</title><content type='html'>over at  &lt;a href="http://www.moocrew2.shutterfly.com"&gt; moocrew2&lt;/a&gt;   go down under the albums to  "Video's". "&lt;a href="http://www.moocrew2.shutterfly.com"&gt;Moocrew2&lt;/a&gt;" is a clickable link.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had the video on my camera and finally figured out how to upload it. Kimber is just over 24 hours old.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/388905276515370311-3032207198343636752?l=cowmomba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cowmomba.blogspot.com/feeds/3032207198343636752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=388905276515370311&amp;postID=3032207198343636752&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/388905276515370311/posts/default/3032207198343636752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/388905276515370311/posts/default/3032207198343636752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cowmomba.blogspot.com/2009/11/video-for-becky-and-ggmas.html' title='Video for Becky and the GGma&apos;s'/><author><name>~Tammy~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02429393845419704423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07553950869499432252'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-388905276515370311.post-4792712596789460027</id><published>2009-11-05T10:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T10:58:11.004-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Before and after</title><content type='html'>The pictures in the post below are my before and after shots of cleaning from yesterday and this morning. I have several more "before" pictures taken, but they don't get to be here til I have cleaned up the area, so I can have "afters" with them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/388905276515370311-4792712596789460027?l=cowmomba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cowmomba.blogspot.com/feeds/4792712596789460027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=388905276515370311&amp;postID=4792712596789460027&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/388905276515370311/posts/default/4792712596789460027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/388905276515370311/posts/default/4792712596789460027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cowmomba.blogspot.com/2009/11/before-and-after.html' title='Before and after'/><author><name>~Tammy~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02429393845419704423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07553950869499432252'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-388905276515370311.post-95714282429292752</id><published>2009-11-05T10:55:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T10:56:22.184-06:00</updated><title type='text'>2009-11-04</title><content type='html'>&lt;object name="Slideshow" id="Slideshow" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab" classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000" width="425" align="middle" height="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.shutterfly.com/flashapps/flashslideshow/Slideshow.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="configurl=http%3A%2F%2Fcmd.shutterfly.com%2Fcommands%2Fpictures%2Fgetshareoutslideshowconfig%3Fsite%3Dmoocrew2%26page%3Dmoocrew2%26node%3D300"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed id="Slideshow" name="Slideshow" quality="high" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="configurl=http%3A%2F%2Fcmd.shutterfly.com%2Fcommands%2Fpictures%2Fgetshareoutslideshowconfig%3Fsite%3Dmoocrew2%26page%3Dmoocrew2%26node%3D300" pluginspage="http://www.adobe.com/go/getflashplayer" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" bgcolor="#869ca7" src="http://www.shutterfly.com/flashapps/flashslideshow/Slideshow.swf" width="425" align="middle" height="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;p style="width: 425px; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://moocrew2.shutterfly.com/300?eid=115"&gt;Click here to view these pictures larger&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="https://os.shutterfly.com/b/ss/sflyshareprod/1/H.15/111?pageName=sharekey&amp;amp;c1=pictures&amp;amp;c2=blogger" width="1" border="0" height="1" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/388905276515370311-95714282429292752?l=cowmomba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cowmomba.blogspot.com/feeds/95714282429292752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=388905276515370311&amp;postID=95714282429292752&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/388905276515370311/posts/default/95714282429292752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/388905276515370311/posts/default/95714282429292752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cowmomba.blogspot.com/2009/11/2009-11-04.html' title='2009-11-04'/><author><name>~Tammy~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02429393845419704423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07553950869499432252'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-388905276515370311.post-4619686579840541707</id><published>2009-11-04T08:31:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T08:49:18.826-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's my Mom's fault!</title><content type='html'>OK,  a person can really only blame themselves for their actions. It is just so hard to resist your heredity sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have "clutter piles" nagging me. Stuff just stacks up, waiting to be dealt with, and I ignore it to the point of shame. What do I do when I clean? Do I start with those nagging piles? Noooo... MOM knows where I start cleaning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe not the exact place- but that it will be someplace that doesn't "show". The bookcase facing the front door is a wreck. So... I organize the canned goods under the kitchen counter. The table is piled with stuff people just sat down and walked away from. So, I run the vacuum under my bed and behind the door. The computer desk is so mounded up, I can scarcely move the mouse... and not only do I sit here and type... I can ignore the pile in favor of picking dead leaves off my houseplants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know Mom is laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I best get busy on the stuff that SHOWS. Thanksgiving will be here in no time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/388905276515370311-4619686579840541707?l=cowmomba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cowmomba.blogspot.com/feeds/4619686579840541707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=388905276515370311&amp;postID=4619686579840541707&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/388905276515370311/posts/default/4619686579840541707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/388905276515370311/posts/default/4619686579840541707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cowmomba.blogspot.com/2009/11/its-my-moms-fault.html' title='It&apos;s my Mom&apos;s fault!'/><author><name>~Tammy~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02429393845419704423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07553950869499432252'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry></feed>