<?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-1320419703032261074</id><updated>2012-02-16T04:59:33.046-06:00</updated><category term='Palin'/><category term='Sarah'/><category term='Lupus'/><category term='666'/><title type='text'>Casa de la Dos Weiners</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alphachild.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1320419703032261074/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alphachild.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>debbyrd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06793000547613812112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KzODjfjO3LI/Sg2lNQiNJcI/AAAAAAAAADs/LLuVtUylv-g/S220/symbols.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>25</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1320419703032261074.post-7317745633896139968</id><published>2011-07-22T15:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T15:02:36.415-05:00</updated><title type='text'>OH EM GEEE~</title><content type='html'>Well.&amp;nbsp; Evidently, the young man who ran over my house&amp;nbsp; a few years back has an issue or two.&amp;nbsp; He is in jail for beating the snot out of his girlfriend, and holing himself up in his apartment with their 13 month old son!&amp;nbsp; SWAT action for about 6 hours.&lt;br /&gt;Boy needs to get sober.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1320419703032261074-7317745633896139968?l=alphachild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alphachild.blogspot.com/feeds/7317745633896139968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1320419703032261074&amp;postID=7317745633896139968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1320419703032261074/posts/default/7317745633896139968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1320419703032261074/posts/default/7317745633896139968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alphachild.blogspot.com/2011/07/oh-em-geee.html' title='OH EM GEEE~'/><author><name>debbyrd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06793000547613812112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KzODjfjO3LI/Sg2lNQiNJcI/AAAAAAAAADs/LLuVtUylv-g/S220/symbols.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1320419703032261074.post-1598470498431954098</id><published>2010-09-09T13:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T13:09:40.402-05:00</updated><title type='text'>heritage</title><content type='html'>This makes me feel closer to my French/Irish/German heritage.&amp;nbsp; Love Aly Bain.&amp;nbsp; Love his rendition of a beautiful song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="640"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/eNigFpaBBf8?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/eNigFpaBBf8?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1320419703032261074-1598470498431954098?l=alphachild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alphachild.blogspot.com/feeds/1598470498431954098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1320419703032261074&amp;postID=1598470498431954098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1320419703032261074/posts/default/1598470498431954098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1320419703032261074/posts/default/1598470498431954098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alphachild.blogspot.com/2010/09/heritage.html' title='heritage'/><author><name>debbyrd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06793000547613812112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KzODjfjO3LI/Sg2lNQiNJcI/AAAAAAAAADs/LLuVtUylv-g/S220/symbols.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1320419703032261074.post-2050681895273179546</id><published>2010-01-11T12:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T12:55:16.824-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Jesse V and the Sky Fairy</title><content type='html'>I truly do not understand why seemingly "intelligent" people believe every word that spews from the lips of a former wrestler's mouth and STILL believe in an invisible being (who by all accounts is bi-polar) living in the sky.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1320419703032261074-2050681895273179546?l=alphachild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alphachild.blogspot.com/feeds/2050681895273179546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1320419703032261074&amp;postID=2050681895273179546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1320419703032261074/posts/default/2050681895273179546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1320419703032261074/posts/default/2050681895273179546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alphachild.blogspot.com/2010/01/jesse-v-and-sky-fairy.html' title='Jesse V and the Sky Fairy'/><author><name>debbyrd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06793000547613812112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KzODjfjO3LI/Sg2lNQiNJcI/AAAAAAAAADs/LLuVtUylv-g/S220/symbols.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1320419703032261074.post-1561429945187735762</id><published>2009-09-03T20:32:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T20:32:53.416-05:00</updated><title type='text'>On pets</title><content type='html'>Can't remember where I saw this.  I think in was on an email forward.  Not mine, and I lay no claim to it...but it is so freaking funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where do pets come from? ? &lt;br /&gt;A newly discovered chapter in the Book of Genesis has provided the answer to "Where do pets come from?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adam and Eve said, "Lord, when we were in the garden, you walked with us every day. Now we do not see you any more. We are lonesome here, and it is difficult for us to remember how much you love us."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And God said, "No problem! I will create a companion for you that will be with you forever and who will be a reflection of my love for you, so that you will love me even when you cannot see me. Regardless of how selfish or childish or unlovable you may be, this new companion will accept you as you are and will love you as I do, in spite of yourselves."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And God created a new animal to be a companion for Adam and Eve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it was a good animal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And God was pleased.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the new animal was pleased to be with Adam and Eve and he wagged his tail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Adam said, "Lord,  I have already named all the animals in he Kingdom and I cannot think of a hame for this new animal"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And God said, "No problem, because I have created this new animal to be a reflection of my love for you, his name will be a reflection of my own name, and you will call him DOG."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Dog lived with Adam and Eve and was a companion to them and loved them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they were comforted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And God was pleased.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Dog was content and wagged his tail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a while, it came to pass that an angel came to the Lord and said, "Lord, Adam and Eve have become filled with pride. They strut and preen like peacocks and they believe they are worthy of adoration. Dog has indeed taught them that they are loved, but perhaps too well."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And God said, "No problem! I will create for them a companion who will be with them forever and who will see them as they are. The companion will remind them of their limitations, so they will know that they are not always worthy of adoration."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And God created CAT to be a companion to Adam and Eve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Cat would not obey them. And when Adam and Eve gazed into Cat's eyes, they were reminded that they were not the supreme beings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Adam and Eve learned humility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they were greatly improved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And God was pleased.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Dog was happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Cat didn't give a shit one way or the other&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1320419703032261074-1561429945187735762?l=alphachild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alphachild.blogspot.com/feeds/1561429945187735762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1320419703032261074&amp;postID=1561429945187735762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1320419703032261074/posts/default/1561429945187735762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1320419703032261074/posts/default/1561429945187735762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alphachild.blogspot.com/2009/09/on-pets.html' title='On pets'/><author><name>debbyrd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06793000547613812112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KzODjfjO3LI/Sg2lNQiNJcI/AAAAAAAAADs/LLuVtUylv-g/S220/symbols.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1320419703032261074.post-1486846009580572661</id><published>2009-09-03T20:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T20:28:12.663-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Epiphany</title><content type='html'>Thursday, August 03, 2006  &lt;br /&gt; My epiphany &lt;br /&gt;I have been an Empath as long as I can remember.  I have pick up on certain aspects of people's lives.  It takes me some time to do that amd it's usually after a few conversations.  This was especially stong duting pregnancies.  I could actually find things that people had lost during those 9 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't predict things like lotto numbers (don't I wish), or when the next disaster will happen.  But it's PEOPLE that I am intuitive to.  And it's usually not strangers.  I can tell when something not right is going on in my daughter's lives, and I try my best not to pry, just hope they have enough faith in me to confide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A young lady very dear to me had just met a family member of my son-in-law and I noted to my daughter that there was something going on.  There were "sparks" between these two and I could tell they belonged together. And, Goddess willing, they are together as a couple for many years to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of months ago, I met someone who has had a very strange effect on me. Since meeting her, my physical health has plummeted and I feel extremely emotionally fragile.  I have not slept but one full night in the past 5 weeks.  I have resorted to taking sleeping pills to help me sleep, but with no relief.  I still wake up in the middle of the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can tell when she is telling me her version of the truth and when she is lying.  I can "see" the disturbances in her past and can see the reason she is a very cold woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I realized about a half hour ago that she is an Energy Vampire.  I have only met one other in the past, and did not recognize it until after she was out of my life, and even then, I did not recognize her for what she was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not blaming her for my actual physical woes. She did not cause them. But I feel that she is the underlying cause for other symptoms I am having. The simple fact is that she has sucked all positivity from me  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She relies on me for things right now, and as of tomorrow evening , she will no longer be dependant on me for anything.  I can no longer allow myself to be used like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will surround myself with a shield of positive light.  I will make a conscious effort to breathe deeply and let those negative forces leave my mind and body  I will cut her away from me.  I will put  a sign on my door that says "Leave your drama outside this home"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't do this any longer and will no longer allow anyone's negative energy to have such an impact on my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Pagan part of me believes this.  The part of me that wants to help people will have to step back a bit.  I will continue doing my volunteer work because I get good feelings, good energy from knowing that I am doing my part to help others who have experienced Domestic Violence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if I do pick up on these Energy Vampires, I will no longer allow them to enter my life and have control over me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am empowered now by this realization.  I feel better about my life and my future.   My Goddess will guide me and I have Faith that she is with me and will allow me to continue to be Empathetic with others, but I vow I will focus on those who I feel the positive energies radiate from them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surrounded by the strength of light.  Filled with the breath of life.  I am 51.  The next 30 or so years of my life will pass by more quickly than the last 30. And I fully intend to bring the good in and not allow the bad to overtake me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brightest of Blessing.  My Circle is closed&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1320419703032261074-1486846009580572661?l=alphachild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alphachild.blogspot.com/feeds/1486846009580572661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1320419703032261074&amp;postID=1486846009580572661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1320419703032261074/posts/default/1486846009580572661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1320419703032261074/posts/default/1486846009580572661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alphachild.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-epiphany.html' title='My Epiphany'/><author><name>debbyrd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06793000547613812112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KzODjfjO3LI/Sg2lNQiNJcI/AAAAAAAAADs/LLuVtUylv-g/S220/symbols.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1320419703032261074.post-8199335099057915176</id><published>2009-09-03T20:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T20:25:34.167-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>For those of you who may not be aware, back in January of 2007, I was mistaken for a speedbump.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; accident Day 14 &lt;br /&gt;Current mood:  depressed &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find my self constantly apologizing for everything.  I feel..disconcerted, if that is the right word.  I can't remember things.  Need to call Hahn today to get an MRI on my knee and hip, maybe my head.   I forgot to yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hurt.  I need to go home but can't afford to leave work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear I think there is a curse on me.  I HATE to drive (things happen in threes.  First car hitting house, then this.  WHAT IS NEXT?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to get back into the swing of things.  I just can't right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday, January 23, 2007  &lt;br /&gt; accident day 17 (or 18) &lt;br /&gt;Current mood:  cranky &lt;br /&gt;Well, MRI is set up for tomorrow.  Yay.  I also have PTSD, according to my dr. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am officially a nut job. But the xanax helps me accept that fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My boss, bless his heart, says I should be better by now.  Yeah, Rod, YOU get hit by a car when you are my age.  You may  have more gray hair than me, but you will always be younger.  Remind me to mistake you for a speed bump when you are my age and see how you like it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is times like this I (almost ALMOST) wish I had a husband or BF to take care of me.  But then I realize I would have to put up with him later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who don't know, I had some guy born in 1919 run a stop sign and hit me when I was in the crosswalk.  I guess I am better.  My knee hurts all the time and keeps giving out  on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to stop being such a negative nelly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1320419703032261074-8199335099057915176?l=alphachild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alphachild.blogspot.com/feeds/8199335099057915176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1320419703032261074&amp;postID=8199335099057915176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1320419703032261074/posts/default/8199335099057915176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1320419703032261074/posts/default/8199335099057915176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alphachild.blogspot.com/2009/09/for-those-of-you-who-may-not-be-aware.html' title=''/><author><name>debbyrd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06793000547613812112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KzODjfjO3LI/Sg2lNQiNJcI/AAAAAAAAADs/LLuVtUylv-g/S220/symbols.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1320419703032261074.post-7494588531168609980</id><published>2009-09-03T20:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T20:21:17.561-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I never want to walk in those shoes</title><content type='html'>originally published 8/28/06&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am watching the Katrina special on NBC. There is so much that the news never showed. My heart aches for those who lost so much.  I have a cousin who lost everything. I see the bitterness in the words he writes about how the governenment let the people down. I have old friends who have nothing left and are sruggling to make ends meet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heritage is in South Louisiana.  It seems to be all gone, at least physically.  The spirit, though, in my mind, lives on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could help.  I wish I could do something.  I feel like my hands are tied  I mean, I donated clothing and household goods.  That is all I could do.  I just wish it could have been more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart aches.  I was just in tears watching this show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This catastrophic event was not a lie perpetuated by our so called leaders.  The lie is in the knowing what was happening and the sin is failing to do anything about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bastards.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1320419703032261074-7494588531168609980?l=alphachild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alphachild.blogspot.com/feeds/7494588531168609980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1320419703032261074&amp;postID=7494588531168609980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1320419703032261074/posts/default/7494588531168609980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1320419703032261074/posts/default/7494588531168609980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alphachild.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-never-want-to-walk-in-those-shoes.html' title='I never want to walk in those shoes'/><author><name>debbyrd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06793000547613812112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KzODjfjO3LI/Sg2lNQiNJcI/AAAAAAAAADs/LLuVtUylv-g/S220/symbols.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1320419703032261074.post-117901571510746293</id><published>2009-09-03T20:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T20:19:21.715-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Still appropriate for the times</title><content type='html'>From 8/5/06&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I am a bit too young to be a true "child of the 60's, I do remember the VietNam conflict and the nightly body count on the evening news.  I did my own voicing of my stance against the Police Action in which we were involved in the early 70's.   I got kicked off Barksdale AFB in Bossier City, LA when some friends and I were staging a silent protest to bring our young men back home safely.  Spiro Agnew was there and it was the annual Open House that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the strongest protest songs of the 60's era was by a group called Country Joe and the Fish.  The lyrics are as true today as they were then.  Just change a country or two....or four&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, come on all of you, big strong men,&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Sam needs your help again.&lt;br /&gt;He's got himself in a terrible jam&lt;br /&gt;Way down yonder in Vietnam&lt;br /&gt;So put down your books and pick up a gun,&lt;br /&gt;We're gonna have a whole lotta fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(chorus)&lt;br /&gt;And it's one, two, three,&lt;br /&gt;What are we fighting for ?&lt;br /&gt;Don't ask me, I don't give a damn,&lt;br /&gt;Next stop is Vietnam;&lt;br /&gt;And it's five, six, seven,&lt;br /&gt;Open up the pearly gates,&lt;br /&gt;Well there ain't no time to wonder why,&lt;br /&gt;Whoopee! we're all gonna die. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, come on generals, let's move fast;&lt;br /&gt;Your big chance has come at last.&lt;br /&gt;Gotta go out and get those reds 'cause&lt;br /&gt;The only good commie is the one who's dead&lt;br /&gt;And you know that peace can only be won&lt;br /&gt;When we've blown 'em all to kingdom come. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chorus &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, come on Wall Street, don't move slow,&lt;br /&gt;Why man, this is war a-go-go.&lt;br /&gt;There's plenty good money to be made&lt;br /&gt;By supplying the Army with the tools of the trade,&lt;br /&gt;Just hope and pray that if they drop the bomb,&lt;br /&gt;They drop it on the Viet Cong. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, come on mothers throughout the land,&lt;br /&gt;Pack your boys off to Vietnam.&lt;br /&gt;Come on fathers, don't hesitate,&lt;br /&gt;Send 'em off before it's too late.&lt;br /&gt;Be the first one on your block&lt;br /&gt;To have your boy come home in a box.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1320419703032261074-117901571510746293?l=alphachild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alphachild.blogspot.com/feeds/117901571510746293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1320419703032261074&amp;postID=117901571510746293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1320419703032261074/posts/default/117901571510746293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1320419703032261074/posts/default/117901571510746293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alphachild.blogspot.com/2009/09/still-appropriate-for-times.html' title='Still appropriate for the times'/><author><name>debbyrd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06793000547613812112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KzODjfjO3LI/Sg2lNQiNJcI/AAAAAAAAADs/LLuVtUylv-g/S220/symbols.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1320419703032261074.post-7776788612323170222</id><published>2009-09-03T20:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T20:14:01.197-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mothers in Law</title><content type='html'>Originally published 12/3/2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate mother-in-law jokes.  They make wonderful women look bad.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My former mother in law, Janie Palmer, passed away last night after a courageous battle with cancer.  She stayed with us a lot longer than her DRs said she would.  I figured that.  She was a tough cookie and I loved her dearly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I divorced her son, who is the father of my daughters, she told me "Just because you divorced Ronald, doesn't mean you divorced us.  You are still family."  This was about 25 years ago and I still have not forgotten those words.  The kindest words ever spoken to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only consolation I have is that she is no longer in pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you Janie.  And I will miss you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1320419703032261074-7776788612323170222?l=alphachild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alphachild.blogspot.com/feeds/7776788612323170222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1320419703032261074&amp;postID=7776788612323170222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1320419703032261074/posts/default/7776788612323170222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1320419703032261074/posts/default/7776788612323170222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alphachild.blogspot.com/2009/09/mothers-in-law.html' title='Mothers in Law'/><author><name>debbyrd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06793000547613812112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KzODjfjO3LI/Sg2lNQiNJcI/AAAAAAAAADs/LLuVtUylv-g/S220/symbols.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1320419703032261074.post-2327537692176005808</id><published>2009-09-03T20:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T20:11:26.769-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Debbie's MySpace Blog | blahblahblah</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://blogs.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.ListAll"&gt;Debbie&amp;#39;s MySpace Blog | blahblahblah&lt;/a&gt;: "dang I am not so bad after all!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1320419703032261074-2327537692176005808?l=alphachild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://blogs.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.ListAll' title='Debbie&apos;s MySpace Blog | blahblahblah'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alphachild.blogspot.com/feeds/2327537692176005808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1320419703032261074&amp;postID=2327537692176005808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1320419703032261074/posts/default/2327537692176005808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1320419703032261074/posts/default/2327537692176005808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alphachild.blogspot.com/2009/09/debbies-myspace-blog-blahblahblah.html' title='Debbie&apos;s MySpace Blog | blahblahblah'/><author><name>debbyrd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06793000547613812112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KzODjfjO3LI/Sg2lNQiNJcI/AAAAAAAAADs/LLuVtUylv-g/S220/symbols.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1320419703032261074.post-6585961472981246920</id><published>2009-09-03T20:07:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T20:07:52.109-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Upon leaving MySpace.  Maybe.  Or just ignoring it.</title><content type='html'>I'm not entrenched enough in the 21st century to figure out the intricacies of MySpace. Also, there are a lot of dumbass kids on there.  Quite a few great people, but mostly dumbass kids.&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm going to start copying over some of my blog from there to here.  Don't want to lose them.  Occasionally I will have minute flashes of what I like to call brilliance.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1320419703032261074-6585961472981246920?l=alphachild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alphachild.blogspot.com/feeds/6585961472981246920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1320419703032261074&amp;postID=6585961472981246920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1320419703032261074/posts/default/6585961472981246920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1320419703032261074/posts/default/6585961472981246920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alphachild.blogspot.com/2009/09/upon-leaving-myspace-maybe-or-just.html' title='Upon leaving MySpace.  Maybe.  Or just ignoring it.'/><author><name>debbyrd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06793000547613812112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KzODjfjO3LI/Sg2lNQiNJcI/AAAAAAAAADs/LLuVtUylv-g/S220/symbols.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1320419703032261074.post-4635837481248244059</id><published>2009-08-25T13:44:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T13:51:04.870-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Texting and Driving</title><content type='html'>Austin City Council members are "mulling" on whether or not to ban texting and driving. Needs to be shown at every Driver's Ed, every high school, every teen who drives OR rides with another teen. Even if you think "My child would NEVER do that", make them watch.&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to make the link work...you may have to copy and paste into your browser.&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zG7cPOE8uQQ&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1320419703032261074-4635837481248244059?l=alphachild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alphachild.blogspot.com/feeds/4635837481248244059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1320419703032261074&amp;postID=4635837481248244059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1320419703032261074/posts/default/4635837481248244059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1320419703032261074/posts/default/4635837481248244059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alphachild.blogspot.com/2009/08/texting-and-driving.html' title='Texting and Driving'/><author><name>debbyrd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06793000547613812112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KzODjfjO3LI/Sg2lNQiNJcI/AAAAAAAAADs/LLuVtUylv-g/S220/symbols.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1320419703032261074.post-986165840564699207</id><published>2009-08-21T16:38:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T16:48:47.943-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Nobody Loves Me, Everybody Hates Me!</title><content type='html'>Wow. Classmates.com. Always emailing me telling me that I have 1 (or 2 or 3) friend(s) looking for me.  have often been tempted to fork over my Visa # to join.  Glad I didn't. I would have found out nobody loves me..blah, blah.  Evidently, they are in a world o' trouble for fraudulent business practices. Seems as if people who actually join the "Gold Club" find out NO ONE is looking for them. And Classmates.com actually tacks on additional fees. Check on consumeraffairs.com.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, to make this even more interesting, I had the oddest experience last night. Followng is my post on consumeraffairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I don't know where to begin! I have 2 Yahoo accounts. One is a regular account, one is a "dump" account for places where I am sure I will get junk email. I am the only one who knows about the "dump" account. I rarely go there, but last night, decided I would clean it out. There were about 1600 messages. I sorted by Sender. I eventually got to Classmates.com. I saw about 79 messages, all referring to someone named Blake. (NOT my name and I'm female). Now mind you, my classmates registration is not this dump account. I clicked on one of the links as I am nosy. It actually brought me to the profile page of Blake WITHOUT A FREAKING PASSWORD! That said, I do know a Blake and have worked with him for maybe a year. And this is the Blake whose profile I actually got into. There is no way he would know my dump account name. Again, NO ONE but me knows it. He is not a boyfriend, we are simply coworkers and, to my recollection, have never even discussed Classmantes.com I have not contacted classmates yet. I did find a direct number, and will be calling it but will not be giving them info they can use to cover their tracks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess my point of this is that if this happened to Blake, this could happen to anyone.  And it could be that the person who gains access to your CM account WITHOUT A PASSWORD could cause all kinds of meanness.  It could happen to me, it could happen to you, if you are a member of classmates.com.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1320419703032261074-986165840564699207?l=alphachild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alphachild.blogspot.com/feeds/986165840564699207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1320419703032261074&amp;postID=986165840564699207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1320419703032261074/posts/default/986165840564699207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1320419703032261074/posts/default/986165840564699207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alphachild.blogspot.com/2009/08/nobody-loves-me-everybody-hates-me.html' title='Nobody Loves Me, Everybody Hates Me!'/><author><name>debbyrd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06793000547613812112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KzODjfjO3LI/Sg2lNQiNJcI/AAAAAAAAADs/LLuVtUylv-g/S220/symbols.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1320419703032261074.post-4979334427100448946</id><published>2009-07-20T21:01:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T07:05:56.917-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='666'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Palin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sarah'/><title type='text'>Not that I am a conspiracy theorist or anything,</title><content type='html'>IF by some snowball's chance in hell Palin ran and got elected, has anyone noticed that is would coincide with the "end of days" in the Mayan culture? Palin elected 11/12 and less than 2 months later, BOOOM! we all gets it in the end. So to speak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And has anyone noticed that SArah PalIN (SA and IN) is kind of like SATAN? Obviously without the T and the I becomes an A. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALSO, Sarah's birthday is 2/11/1964. Numerologically speaking, that adds up to 6!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her birth name, Sarah Louise Heath has 16 letters. There's that other "6" folks. Or you can look at it as  Sarah Heath Palin.  Fifteen letters.  (5+1=6)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was one of 4 siblings, 2 parents. Yet another 6! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least 3 sixes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if I shall be sued by her sharky little lawyer-boys.  They evidently want to open a can of whupass on anyone saying anything negative about their little princess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that I am a conspiracy theorist or anything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But maybe I should be. After all, if a wannabe presidential candidate can sic her lawyers on someone exercising their right to free speech, maybe I should worry.  It's OK to carry a gun, but not to speak?  Worrisome is exactly what it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Folks.  Before anyone starts going off on a rant, the above is meant to be tongue-in-cheek.  It shows how a person can take minutiae and warp it to suit their own viewpoint.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1320419703032261074-4979334427100448946?l=alphachild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alphachild.blogspot.com/feeds/4979334427100448946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1320419703032261074&amp;postID=4979334427100448946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1320419703032261074/posts/default/4979334427100448946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1320419703032261074/posts/default/4979334427100448946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alphachild.blogspot.com/2009/07/not-that-i-am-conspiracty-theorist-or.html' title='Not that I am a conspiracy theorist or anything,'/><author><name>debbyrd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06793000547613812112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KzODjfjO3LI/Sg2lNQiNJcI/AAAAAAAAADs/LLuVtUylv-g/S220/symbols.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1320419703032261074.post-8431956225230547723</id><published>2009-07-20T19:57:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T20:18:52.407-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Six is not that much worse than three.</title><content type='html'>I honestly did not know how I was going to adapt to having SIX kids under the age of 10 years in my house.  I thought I would go start raving batshit.  The 3 grandsons that live with me are loud, smelly, obnoxious and they pee on the walls - because they can't seem to hit the toilet.  I raised 2 girls.  Talk about a world of difference.&lt;br /&gt;And then my eldest walked in the front door with her three kids. I hadn't seen them in 5 years.  Her daughter, my only granddaughter just fell into my arms. I buried my face into her neck and cried so softly I don't think anyone knew.  My heart exploded with happy.&lt;br /&gt;That little girl has me so wrapped around her finger.  She went to the Walmarts with me and conned me into a stuffed dog in a carrying case, a new shirt, pizza rolls and ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;And my oldest grandson, so handsome!  And he loves to cook.  He has made cookies a couple of times and made cupcakes tonight.  I got him a cookbook for kids. I am going to have him pick out a couple of recipes, make a menu and go grocery shopping with me for the meal(s).&lt;br /&gt;And the middle boy.  What a love.  He has the most vibrant eyes! He loves basketball and is just so danged sweet.  I just want to hug him every time I see him. In fact, I think I will right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Escuse me while I go get some grandboy hugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took the boys to Museum of the Wierd and of course had them pick out souvenier t-shirts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did some of the touristy stuff.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously don't know if I can let them go.  Ever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1320419703032261074-8431956225230547723?l=alphachild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alphachild.blogspot.com/feeds/8431956225230547723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1320419703032261074&amp;postID=8431956225230547723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1320419703032261074/posts/default/8431956225230547723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1320419703032261074/posts/default/8431956225230547723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alphachild.blogspot.com/2009/07/six-is-not-that-much-worse-than-three.html' title='Six is not that much worse than three.'/><author><name>debbyrd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06793000547613812112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KzODjfjO3LI/Sg2lNQiNJcI/AAAAAAAAADs/LLuVtUylv-g/S220/symbols.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1320419703032261074.post-3502575461076575282</id><published>2009-01-14T13:18:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T13:31:05.292-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Excitement.  Sort of.  And life changes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KzODjfjO3LI/SW49YA_pQLI/AAAAAAAAADc/pQlPoRPdFoc/s1600-h/obama.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KzODjfjO3LI/SW49YA_pQLI/AAAAAAAAADc/pQlPoRPdFoc/s200/obama.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291234095000010930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KzODjfjO3LI/SW49H6UxR1I/AAAAAAAAADU/2z0i8_KzHvU/s1600-h/obama.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KzODjfjO3LI/SW49H6UxR1I/AAAAAAAAADU/2z0i8_KzHvU/s200/obama.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291233818331662162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will have a new Fearless Leader in a few days.  I am excited as I like to think Obama will turn us around.  We need it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life runs in cycles.  Huge events happen every 4 years.  And this is my 4th year.  We will see what happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are moving soon as my landlord is selling the house.  Part of me wants to buy it, but it is so...dark.  Literally and figuratively.   I need to cleanse it before the Big Move to rid all our belongings to the new house.  The new house is so light and bright. Sunshine everywhere.  I will still do a cleansing before the move. Have sage, will cleanse.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1320419703032261074-3502575461076575282?l=alphachild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alphachild.blogspot.com/feeds/3502575461076575282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1320419703032261074&amp;postID=3502575461076575282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1320419703032261074/posts/default/3502575461076575282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1320419703032261074/posts/default/3502575461076575282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alphachild.blogspot.com/2009/01/excitement-sort-of-and-life-changes.html' title='Excitement.  Sort of.  And life changes'/><author><name>debbyrd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06793000547613812112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KzODjfjO3LI/Sg2lNQiNJcI/AAAAAAAAADs/LLuVtUylv-g/S220/symbols.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KzODjfjO3LI/SW49YA_pQLI/AAAAAAAAADc/pQlPoRPdFoc/s72-c/obama.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1320419703032261074.post-4359495109946876682</id><published>2008-11-25T13:58:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T14:03:48.578-06:00</updated><title type='text'>She just irritates the snot out of me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KzODjfjO3LI/SSxZDCLaCjI/AAAAAAAAACs/NynC3I7IXQs/s1600-h/p6wehear.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 158px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KzODjfjO3LI/SSxZDCLaCjI/AAAAAAAAACs/NynC3I7IXQs/s200/p6wehear.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272687172403202610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;November 25, 2008 -- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This according to the NY Post...&lt;br /&gt;THAT although we didn't think it would be possible to silence Ann Coulter, the leggy reactionary broke her jaw and the mouth that roared has been wired shut.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1320419703032261074-4359495109946876682?l=alphachild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alphachild.blogspot.com/feeds/4359495109946876682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1320419703032261074&amp;postID=4359495109946876682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1320419703032261074/posts/default/4359495109946876682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1320419703032261074/posts/default/4359495109946876682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alphachild.blogspot.com/2008/11/she-just-irritates-snot-out-of-me.html' title='She just irritates the snot out of me'/><author><name>debbyrd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06793000547613812112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KzODjfjO3LI/Sg2lNQiNJcI/AAAAAAAAADs/LLuVtUylv-g/S220/symbols.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KzODjfjO3LI/SSxZDCLaCjI/AAAAAAAAACs/NynC3I7IXQs/s72-c/p6wehear.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1320419703032261074.post-3859655899335824316</id><published>2008-11-21T14:14:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T14:21:21.902-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bless Her Heart!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KzODjfjO3LI/SScYArxjL4I/AAAAAAAAACk/HltBThPu548/s1600-h/art_palin_turkey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271208288890072962" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KzODjfjO3LI/SScYArxjL4I/AAAAAAAAACk/HltBThPu548/s200/art_palin_turkey.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you are from the South, as I am, you know that any sentence prefaced with, or ending with, the phrase "Bless her heart!", is just a genteel way of stating...Why the woman just can't help how she is!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Permanent Link: Palin interview causes stir" href="http://politicalticker.blogs.cnn.com/2008/11/21/palin-interview-causes-stir/" rel="bookmark"&gt;Palin interview causes stir&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posted: 01:23 PM ET&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An interview Gov. Sarah Palin did Thursday is causing a stir.&lt;br /&gt;(CNN) — It’s the ultimate holiday photo-op for any governor: the yearly pardoning of a turkey to spare it from demise days before Thanksgiving.&lt;br /&gt;But former Republican VP candidate Sarah Palin &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=z-kjM1asH-8&amp;amp;eurl"&gt;is causing a stir for an interview she gave &lt;/a&gt;after pardoning an Alaska turkey Thursday, during which one bird was being slaughtered in the background.&lt;br /&gt;Palin appeared unaware of what was going on directly behind her, though she did seem to take a glance at the unfortunate event at one particular point during the interview.&lt;br /&gt;"It's nice to support a local business and just participate in something that isn't so heavy handed politics that invites criticism," Palin said during the interview. "Certainly will probably invite criticism for even doing this too, but at least it was fun."&lt;br /&gt;"I am always in charge of the turkey so I am where I need to be today to prepare for that," she also said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1320419703032261074-3859655899335824316?l=alphachild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alphachild.blogspot.com/feeds/3859655899335824316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1320419703032261074&amp;postID=3859655899335824316' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1320419703032261074/posts/default/3859655899335824316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1320419703032261074/posts/default/3859655899335824316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alphachild.blogspot.com/2008/11/bless-her-heart.html' title='Bless Her Heart!'/><author><name>debbyrd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06793000547613812112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KzODjfjO3LI/Sg2lNQiNJcI/AAAAAAAAADs/LLuVtUylv-g/S220/symbols.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KzODjfjO3LI/SScYArxjL4I/AAAAAAAAACk/HltBThPu548/s72-c/art_palin_turkey.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1320419703032261074.post-5205793994665249499</id><published>2008-11-19T10:57:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T11:00:03.731-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Need your thoughts</title><content type='html'>So, I need you guys to look at this website..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.everydayicons.com/"&gt;www.everydayicons.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and tell me what you think.  Is this a wierd enough product to sell in this area?  Is the price right for retail?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, the company may be up for sale and the owner and I are discussing the possibility of me buying it and relocating the business to Austin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1320419703032261074-5205793994665249499?l=alphachild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alphachild.blogspot.com/feeds/5205793994665249499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1320419703032261074&amp;postID=5205793994665249499' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1320419703032261074/posts/default/5205793994665249499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1320419703032261074/posts/default/5205793994665249499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alphachild.blogspot.com/2008/11/need-your-thoughts.html' title='Need your thoughts'/><author><name>debbyrd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06793000547613812112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KzODjfjO3LI/Sg2lNQiNJcI/AAAAAAAAADs/LLuVtUylv-g/S220/symbols.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1320419703032261074.post-670664237664998566</id><published>2008-11-18T09:03:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T12:06:05.865-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Yum City!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KzODjfjO3LI/SSLZol8uewI/AAAAAAAAAAU/R2EcmR03gRo/s1600-h/picks_applesweetpotato2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270013805381712642" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 110px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KzODjfjO3LI/SSLZol8uewI/AAAAAAAAAAU/R2EcmR03gRo/s320/picks_applesweetpotato2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Found this really great magazine (cleaneating.com) and got this recipe I have GOT to try out!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet Potato-Apple Sauté Try this sweet and succulent sauté as an addition to your festive menu. Stuck for a party offering? Put this sauté in a pretty dish and offer it to the host at your next dinner event.Serves 6.Hands-on time: 15 minutes. Total time: 40 minutes.Bright orange sweet potatoes just scream carotenes. And the darker and deeper the color, the more concentrated the vitamin A they contain. But the goodness doesn’t stop there: Sweet potatoes are also high in vitamins C and B6, and are a good source of the minerals manganese and copper. They’re an excellent way to put antioxidants on the upsurge in your body since studies have found that the root storage proteins in sweet potatoes provide significant antioxidant effects.&lt;br /&gt;INGREDIENTS:&lt;br /&gt;4 medium sweet potatoes, washed&lt;br /&gt;1 cup ice cubes&lt;br /&gt;1 tsp olive oil&lt;br /&gt;1 medium Granny Smith apple, peeled and cut into 1/2-inch chunks (about 1 cup)&lt;br /&gt;1/8 tsp allspice&lt;br /&gt;1/8 tsp sea salt&lt;br /&gt;2 tbsp real maple syrup&lt;br /&gt;1/8 tsp ground black pepper&lt;br /&gt;INSTRUCTIONS:ONE: Cut a 1/4-inch deep slice through the peel of each sweet potato, lengthwise, and place in a medium saucepan. Cover with water and bring to a boil. Lower heat and simmer until tender, about 20 minutes. Drain boiling water and add ice cubes and 2 cups cold water. Let potatoes rest for 5 minutes. Drain cold water, remove remaining ice and slip peels off potatoes. Slice into 3/4-inch chunks.TWO: Back at the stove, pour oil into a large nonstick skillet over medium heat. Add apple and sprinkle with allspice and salt. Sauté for 3 minutes, stirring frequently, and then cover with a lid for 2 more minutes. Remove lid and scoop sweet potato pieces on top of apples.THREE: In a small bowl, stir together maple syrup and 1 tbsp water, then pour over apples and potatoes. Lower heat, cover and cook on low for 2 to 3 minutes. Remove lid, stir briefly and top with pepper. Serve.Nutrients per 3/4-cup serving:Calories: 100, Total Fat: 1 g, Sat. Fat: 0 g, Carbs: 23 g, Fiber: 3 g, Sugars: 9 g, Protein: 1 g, Sodium: 90 mg, Cholesterol: 0 mg&lt;br /&gt;NUTRITIONAL BONUS: Our sauté will help keep your energy levels high by boosting B-vitamins like thiamin, riboflavin, niacin and vitamin B6.Recipe by Christine Gable&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1320419703032261074-670664237664998566?l=alphachild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alphachild.blogspot.com/feeds/670664237664998566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1320419703032261074&amp;postID=670664237664998566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1320419703032261074/posts/default/670664237664998566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1320419703032261074/posts/default/670664237664998566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alphachild.blogspot.com/2008/11/yum-city.html' title='Yum City!'/><author><name>debbyrd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06793000547613812112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KzODjfjO3LI/Sg2lNQiNJcI/AAAAAAAAADs/LLuVtUylv-g/S220/symbols.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KzODjfjO3LI/SSLZol8uewI/AAAAAAAAAAU/R2EcmR03gRo/s72-c/picks_applesweetpotato2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1320419703032261074.post-5802132370001790282</id><published>2008-11-17T20:29:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T08:47:05.198-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Remind to tell you...</title><content type='html'>About the time I started the greenbelt behind my house on fire and missed the Roller Derby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or the time a drunk driver mistook my house for a Drive Thru Daquiri Factory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe when I got run over by an 84 year old man with no driver's license.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or the time my dad told me that sex was like riding a bike. Once you learn how, you never forget. And then busted my ass on a bicycle, thereby scarring me emotionally for life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1320419703032261074-5802132370001790282?l=alphachild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alphachild.blogspot.com/feeds/5802132370001790282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1320419703032261074&amp;postID=5802132370001790282' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1320419703032261074/posts/default/5802132370001790282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1320419703032261074/posts/default/5802132370001790282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alphachild.blogspot.com/2008/11/remind-to-tell-you.html' title='Remind to tell you...'/><author><name>debbyrd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06793000547613812112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KzODjfjO3LI/Sg2lNQiNJcI/AAAAAAAAADs/LLuVtUylv-g/S220/symbols.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1320419703032261074.post-3267456624871789024</id><published>2008-07-28T08:42:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T08:44:45.240-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Young man, take off your Nana's thong right now!</title><content type='html'>So if THAT didn't get your attention, I don't know what will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think those grandsons of mine are just...odd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just so you know, I am NOT your typical grandma.  I like convertibles.  I have a couple of tattoos.  My hair is red on occasion.  I like to belly dance.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1320419703032261074-3267456624871789024?l=alphachild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alphachild.blogspot.com/feeds/3267456624871789024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1320419703032261074&amp;postID=3267456624871789024' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1320419703032261074/posts/default/3267456624871789024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1320419703032261074/posts/default/3267456624871789024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alphachild.blogspot.com/2008/07/young-man-take-off-your-nanas-thong_28.html' title='Young man, take off your Nana&apos;s thong right now!'/><author><name>debbyrd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06793000547613812112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KzODjfjO3LI/Sg2lNQiNJcI/AAAAAAAAADs/LLuVtUylv-g/S220/symbols.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1320419703032261074.post-7928014441175623253</id><published>2008-07-25T00:03:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-03T07:37:07.800-06:00</updated><title type='text'>After a Brief Commercial Interruption</title><content type='html'>Well, at least she was given some pain meds and something for nausea. They offered the guy in the next bed either Dilaudid or Vicodin. If he had taken the Vicodin, I would have offered to take the Dilaudid off their hands! I had to have it once and WOOHOO! Made me a happy camper. I felt like "Pain? I still got it but I don't care!"&lt;br /&gt;It is MIDNIGHT, ya'll! This coming from someone who thinks staying up until 10 is stretching it.&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, back to this whole Lupus deal. I don't know anything about it, but I do know it's from her dad's side! A bunch of his family has some type of auto-immune disease. My other daughter has Renauds (sp) and Fybromyalgia (sp redux). Ex hubby has rheumatoid arthritis. His adorable, wonderful, amazing Grandma Williams had it bad.&lt;br /&gt;MY family is a bunch Long Livers. I mean close to a century old, folks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to learn more, but what I have read scares me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, I am very worried.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1320419703032261074-7928014441175623253?l=alphachild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alphachild.blogspot.com/feeds/7928014441175623253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1320419703032261074&amp;postID=7928014441175623253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1320419703032261074/posts/default/7928014441175623253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1320419703032261074/posts/default/7928014441175623253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alphachild.blogspot.com/2008/07/after-brief-commercial-interruption.html' title='After a Brief Commercial Interruption'/><author><name>debbyrd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06793000547613812112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KzODjfjO3LI/Sg2lNQiNJcI/AAAAAAAAADs/LLuVtUylv-g/S220/symbols.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1320419703032261074.post-8398970671354676014</id><published>2008-07-24T22:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T22:55:50.249-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lupus'/><title type='text'>What Exactly IS a Moment to Breathe???</title><content type='html'>So, nearly a year ago I swore I would start blogging the moment I got time to breathe.  So I guess that just shows how busy I have been or how hectic my life has been.&lt;br /&gt;Or it might just show that I should join the Procrastinator's Club.  It seems I can't get around to it.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, as wild as my life has been these past 2 years, it's just getting more eventful.  My daughter and her three sons (who by the way have been blessed with both good looks AND intelligence) have been living with me since her separation from her %$#%&amp;amp; ex-husband.It's been tough the past couple of years, but bless her heart, she is going to school to fulfill her dream of being a nurse.&lt;br /&gt;Only now I wonder if that will happen.  She has Lupus.  We have know about it for few months now.  I worry about how she will be able to be a nurse with this disease. &lt;br /&gt;I am sitting in our local hospital ER waiting for her brain scan to come back and after that, will be waiting for the results of her spinal tap.  She has been here before, but this is the first time she has had to be brought up here in an ambulance.&lt;br /&gt;Scary for her, scary for her mom.&lt;br /&gt;Damn, I hate whiny-assed people, and I don't want to become one. Maybe this will be cathartic for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1320419703032261074-8398970671354676014?l=alphachild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alphachild.blogspot.com/feeds/8398970671354676014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1320419703032261074&amp;postID=8398970671354676014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1320419703032261074/posts/default/8398970671354676014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1320419703032261074/posts/default/8398970671354676014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alphachild.blogspot.com/2008/07/what-exactly-is-moment-to-breathe.html' title='What Exactly IS a Moment to Breathe???'/><author><name>debbyrd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06793000547613812112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KzODjfjO3LI/Sg2lNQiNJcI/AAAAAAAAADs/LLuVtUylv-g/S220/symbols.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1320419703032261074.post-6977351681861468348</id><published>2007-08-07T06:48:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T06:49:08.967-05:00</updated><title type='text'>First Blog</title><content type='html'>And I will get around to completing it when I get a moment to breathe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1320419703032261074-6977351681861468348?l=alphachild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alphachild.blogspot.com/feeds/6977351681861468348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1320419703032261074&amp;postID=6977351681861468348' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1320419703032261074/posts/default/6977351681861468348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1320419703032261074/posts/default/6977351681861468348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alphachild.blogspot.com/2007/08/first-blog.html' title='First Blog'/><author><name>debbyrd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06793000547613812112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KzODjfjO3LI/Sg2lNQiNJcI/AAAAAAAAADs/LLuVtUylv-g/S220/symbols.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
