<?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-6578038</id><updated>2011-11-27T16:41:54.583-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Pea in my Pod</title><subtitle type='html'>Ups and downs of raising boys, a husband, and a baby girl.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forthethirdtime.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578038/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forthethirdtime.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578038/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>MommaFleisch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>334</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6578038.post-7897690485970098716</id><published>2007-05-19T19:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-19T19:33:59.088-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Technical Difficulties!</title><summary type='text'>Ok so our other page is having some issues (HACKERS!). So it keeps getting deactivated for terms of service. Seriously people do you think I would put a phishing scam on my family web page even if I knew how? Yet their ways to protect yourself don't even make sense to me who is pretty saavy when it comes to computer stuff.

GRRRRR..............

Hopefully we will be back up, BLOGGING, and running</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578038/posts/default/7897690485970098716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578038/posts/default/7897690485970098716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forthethirdtime.blogspot.com/2007/05/technical-difficulties.html' title='Technical Difficulties!'/><author><name>MommaFleisch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6578038.post-114162124651940424</id><published>2006-03-05T21:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T21:00:46.533-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Woot.</title><summary type='text'>Don't forget we've moved!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578038/posts/default/114162124651940424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578038/posts/default/114162124651940424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forthethirdtime.blogspot.com/2006/03/woot.php' title='Woot.'/><author><name>MommaFleisch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6578038.post-113694995684229633</id><published>2006-01-10T19:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T19:25:56.913-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flickr</title><summary type='text'>This is a test post from , a fancy photo sharing thing.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578038/posts/default/113694995684229633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578038/posts/default/113694995684229633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forthethirdtime.blogspot.com/2006/01/flickr.html' title='Flickr'/><author><name>MommaFleisch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6578038.post-113287506895132943</id><published>2005-11-24T15:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-24T15:31:09.016-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Xmas time </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578038/posts/default/113287506895132943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578038/posts/default/113287506895132943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forthethirdtime.blogspot.com/2005/11/xmas-time.html' title=''/><author><name>MommaFleisch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6578038.post-112848288253271118</id><published>2005-10-04T20:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-04T20:28:37.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Here's the dealio shpealio!</title><summary type='text'>Ok here the plan man...

Ry's blog has / is moved to (not PW protected, but you do have to register to comment). It's a family blog so all of us and kids are there. Plus fam so ya gotta be nice (damn I know, but just do it for the kids).

http://thefleischmans.com/weblog.php

AND

I am moving *my* blog over to:

nicole.thefleischmans.com

User: hula
PW: hoop

No registration or anything for mine </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578038/posts/default/112848288253271118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578038/posts/default/112848288253271118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forthethirdtime.blogspot.com/2005/10/heres-dealio-shpealio.html' title='Here&apos;s the dealio shpealio!'/><author><name>MommaFleisch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6578038.post-112826940819455169</id><published>2005-10-02T09:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-02T09:10:08.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Antennas ahoy!</title><summary type='text'>Ry's First Pigtails! (Ya'll don't know HOW EXCITED I AM THAT I CAN DO THIS to her hair!)



And in her new TOBH shirt! Thanks Erin!

</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578038/posts/default/112826940819455169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578038/posts/default/112826940819455169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forthethirdtime.blogspot.com/2005/10/antennas-ahoy.html' title='Antennas ahoy!'/><author><name>MommaFleisch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6578038.post-112814639386114201</id><published>2005-09-30T22:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-30T22:59:53.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Watch out for the sprayer!</title><summary type='text'>Weaning has commenced.

I have exactly 25 days to get the kid off the boob entirely so I can enjoy our trip up north for our anniversary. 

Full boobs HURT when touched! I haven't felt like this for a long time. DAMN!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578038/posts/default/112814639386114201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578038/posts/default/112814639386114201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forthethirdtime.blogspot.com/2005/10/watch-out-for-sprayer.html' title='Watch out for the sprayer!'/><author><name>MommaFleisch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6578038.post-112794037938922017</id><published>2005-09-28T13:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T13:46:19.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't look at the open door</title><summary type='text'>Why for the life of me can I NOT remember to zip up my pants today? I mean really it's only something we do everyday!

Good thing I always wear a sweatshirt all day or else everyone would notice.

Can you tell the kind of week I am having??</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578038/posts/default/112794037938922017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578038/posts/default/112794037938922017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forthethirdtime.blogspot.com/2005/09/dont-look-at-open-door.html' title='Don&apos;t look at the open door'/><author><name>MommaFleisch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6578038.post-112744824214400673</id><published>2005-09-22T20:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-22T21:04:02.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The damage....I can live with it!</title><summary type='text'>Well we thought we faired pretty bad but after driving around today - I see that it isn't nearly anything like some people got. I can live with our damage - lots of little minor things....

Thankfully (in this case only) our neighborhood has no mature trees. They are all under 8 years old, pretty tiny actually. This means that there was no tree damage in the neighborhood. Or at least to a minimum</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578038/posts/default/112744824214400673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578038/posts/default/112744824214400673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forthethirdtime.blogspot.com/2005/09/damagei-can-live-with-it.html' title='The damage....I can live with it!'/><author><name>MommaFleisch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6578038.post-112736032852598085</id><published>2005-09-21T20:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-21T20:38:48.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We're good. It could be worse...</title><summary type='text'>Hey we have POWER! (B has never been so excited before in his life to have lights. He's a worry wart about storms and such, rightfully so tonight).

I think our house got hit the hardest in the neighborhood. Not directly hit by the tornadoe though. That was 2 miles down the road. Only a few houses demolished.

We lost shingles, thankfully only from the garage - and it's the third stall so </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578038/posts/default/112736032852598085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578038/posts/default/112736032852598085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forthethirdtime.blogspot.com/2005/09/were-good-it-could-be-worse.html' title='We&apos;re good. It could be worse...'/><author><name>MommaFleisch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6578038.post-112735295862887498</id><published>2005-09-21T18:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-21T18:35:58.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Having fun yet?</title><summary type='text'>No power. Tramp missing. Shingles gone. Swingset broke. Hail damage. 4 more storms coming.           Lovely--Mobile Email from a Cingular Wireless Customer http://www.cingular.com</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578038/posts/default/112735295862887498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578038/posts/default/112735295862887498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forthethirdtime.blogspot.com/2005/09/having-fun-yet.html' title='Having fun yet?'/><author><name>MommaFleisch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6578038.post-112713784214967980</id><published>2005-09-19T06:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T06:50:42.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Movin on up...to the east side!</title><summary type='text'>ok heres the skinny on this here blog moving....

Ry's and "family" stuff will be moving to:

the fleischmans.com/weblog

username and password required. Contact me for the info!

I will have a seperate blog for me and other stuff that the family doesn't need to know about (ya know boobs, poop, all that fun stuff). It isn't totally ready yet so I will let you know what that is at the time. Soon </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578038/posts/default/112713784214967980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578038/posts/default/112713784214967980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forthethirdtime.blogspot.com/2005/09/movin-on-upto-east-side.html' title='Movin on up...to the east side!'/><author><name>MommaFleisch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6578038.post-112691206186008559</id><published>2005-09-16T16:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T16:07:41.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shoppin for good stuff!</title><summary type='text'>Gymboree is having a 30% off sale this weekend only!

Print out the coupon and shop away (I know I am heading there tonight!)

Gymboree Circle of Friends coupon

Good on everything Friday - Sunday

(Thought I would pass it along cuz I know we all need to shop more - especially for the little ones!)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578038/posts/default/112691206186008559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578038/posts/default/112691206186008559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forthethirdtime.blogspot.com/2005/09/shoppin-for-good-stuff.html' title='Shoppin for good stuff!'/><author><name>MommaFleisch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6578038.post-112666872342378429</id><published>2005-09-13T20:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-13T20:32:03.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'>True fashion</title><summary type='text'>JB gave me the idea to see how fast her hair is growing. Since ya know I can't WAIT to put ponies and stuff in. It sure does grow at amazing speed!

Picture 1 taken on July 31



Picture 2 taken tonight:



Love it! Ok now I seriously am about to pee my pants..........</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578038/posts/default/112666872342378429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578038/posts/default/112666872342378429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forthethirdtime.blogspot.com/2005/09/true-fashion.html' title='True fashion'/><author><name>MommaFleisch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6578038.post-112655245112313285</id><published>2005-09-12T12:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T12:14:11.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Very sorry....</title><summary type='text'>I cannot imagine what this family is going through. After everything they did to keep mom alive in order to save the baby and now they are both gone.

Very sad......</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578038/posts/default/112655245112313285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578038/posts/default/112655245112313285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forthethirdtime.blogspot.com/2005/09/very-sorry.html' title='Very sorry....'/><author><name>MommaFleisch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6578038.post-112649662589506534</id><published>2005-09-11T20:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-11T20:44:38.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If you will...</title><summary type='text'>Hey if you all get / want a chance can you go to our new site and let me know what ya think and if anything is funky?

Remember we are not Mrs. Flinger and well it's the first 'real' attempt at a 'real' web page from scratch.

No laughing!

The Fleischman's</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578038/posts/default/112649662589506534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578038/posts/default/112649662589506534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forthethirdtime.blogspot.com/2005/09/if-you-will.html' title='If you will...'/><author><name>MommaFleisch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6578038.post-112647184178248789</id><published>2005-09-11T13:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-11T18:59:17.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WTF</title><summary type='text'>Anyone know how to link and actually see you stupid rss feed from a xml file?

I am having a major brain fart!!

**update - nevermind, hubby installed the reader on the site. Aargh can you say pain in the butt???</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578038/posts/default/112647184178248789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578038/posts/default/112647184178248789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forthethirdtime.blogspot.com/2005/09/wtf.html' title='WTF'/><author><name>MommaFleisch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6578038.post-112632440423446332</id><published>2005-09-09T20:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-09T20:53:24.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am hoot, really</title><summary type='text'>Is it sad that I just entertained myseld for a half hour by making up sayings for error pages?

They are funny. SERIOUSLY.

If only everyone else though that.....</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578038/posts/default/112632440423446332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578038/posts/default/112632440423446332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forthethirdtime.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-am-hoot-really.html' title='I am hoot, really'/><author><name>MommaFleisch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6578038.post-112602808870444097</id><published>2005-09-06T10:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T10:35:26.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Help out - Donate Nursing Gear</title><summary type='text'>Here's another spot to send stuff for Hurricane Katrina Victims. It is being done through www.mommygear.com.

From them:

Nursing Moms in Hurricane Katrina's Path
In the wake of the devastation that has been left by Hurricane Katrina, we would like to collect clothing for our fellow breastfeeding moms. 
We will be working with the local La Leche League and WIC offices in the states affected to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578038/posts/default/112602808870444097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578038/posts/default/112602808870444097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forthethirdtime.blogspot.com/2005/09/help-out-donate-nursing-gear.html' title='Help out - Donate Nursing Gear'/><author><name>MommaFleisch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6578038.post-112597862107371549</id><published>2005-09-05T20:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-05T20:51:08.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Change is good</title><summary type='text'>Changes are coming SOON (I promise this time!)

I am working hard at getting it going. Please bare with me (although you won't see it here!)

Also - Fair was a BUST. 80 and sunny my butt. It was 70 and RAINY ALL DAY LONG. Oh well. We went, spent $$$ on food (didn't eat nearly enough of course), got our ornament and a few other goodies and headed home. Here are some pictures:

Before it started to</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578038/posts/default/112597862107371549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578038/posts/default/112597862107371549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forthethirdtime.blogspot.com/2005/09/change-is-good.html' title='Change is good'/><author><name>MommaFleisch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6578038.post-112580458530613712</id><published>2005-09-03T20:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-03T20:29:45.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey</title><summary type='text'>Hey - 

I see you and really it's pretty lame. Why don't ya just stop k? Cuz I can keep deleting and banning all day.

Or I will send Mrs. Flinger after you. She kicks some serious vitural ASS.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578038/posts/default/112580458530613712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578038/posts/default/112580458530613712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forthethirdtime.blogspot.com/2005/09/hey.html' title='Hey'/><author><name>MommaFleisch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6578038.post-112575853440443254</id><published>2005-09-03T07:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-03T07:42:14.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Food, Fun, and sore feet</title><summary type='text'>We are off to the MN State fair today! 

I LOVE this time of year. I mean really cheese curd, corn dogs (or Pronto Pups, I guess there is a difference), funnel cakes, mini donuts, chocolate shakes made with milk right from the cow, the states biggest pig (I think it is 1200lbs or something), and SO much more. Now I am really hungry!

Lots of pictures later. I hope Ry has a good time, I know that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578038/posts/default/112575853440443254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578038/posts/default/112575853440443254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forthethirdtime.blogspot.com/2005/09/food-fun-and-sore-feet.html' title='Food, Fun, and sore feet'/><author><name>MommaFleisch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6578038.post-112571016270538878</id><published>2005-09-02T17:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-02T18:16:02.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's gone, all gone..</title><summary type='text'>No, nothing relating to Hurricane Katrina. I think everyone else has that all covered. Just donate what ever you can, they need just about everything (yes everything, some even need MANNERS and RESPECT - but that's another topic) I must hurry as I need to get back to Fox news and watch more coverage (I am not kidding either, I haven't sleept a lot since Monday cuz I am addicted to the news </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578038/posts/default/112571016270538878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578038/posts/default/112571016270538878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forthethirdtime.blogspot.com/2005/09/its-gone-all-gone.html' title='It&apos;s gone, all gone..'/><author><name>MommaFleisch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6578038.post-112554488802436054</id><published>2005-08-31T20:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T20:21:28.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I had to!</title><summary type='text'>Mama C-ta had a post the other day about how she and J dress alike. We often times run into that here too (not on purpose!). Most of the shirts that fit me are pink and well Ry has ALOT of pink clothes too. But just this one time I had to buy something matching. 

See?



Yeah I am a TOTAL geek...(too bad that adidas run small so she won't be able to wear these very long. Thank goodness for eBay </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578038/posts/default/112554488802436054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578038/posts/default/112554488802436054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forthethirdtime.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-had-to.html' title='I had to!'/><author><name>MommaFleisch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6578038.post-112529026896114823</id><published>2005-08-28T21:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-28T21:47:10.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Can I just stay home?</title><summary type='text'>Wow, where in the heck did August go!

We were finally home this weekend and just kind of chilled out. I think that EVERYONE enjoyed it alot. Including me (shh, don't tell G). 

B started football on the 15th and that leads to being gone 4 nights a week from 6 - 8:30 for practice. So we go to work in the morning, leave @ 4:15ish, drive home, pick up the kids @ daycare, go back home, change and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578038/posts/default/112529026896114823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578038/posts/default/112529026896114823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forthethirdtime.blogspot.com/2005/08/can-i-just-stay-home.html' title='Can I just stay home?'/><author><name>MommaFleisch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6578038.post-112494488092220787</id><published>2005-08-24T21:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-24T21:41:20.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>How can you not love this child with these shoes on huh? (Don't mind the fat roll hanging over her jeans, she is just taking after me!)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578038/posts/default/112494488092220787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578038/posts/default/112494488092220787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forthethirdtime.blogspot.com/2005/08/how-can-you-not-love-this-child-with.html' title=''/><author><name>MommaFleisch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6578038.post-112494482439068492</id><published>2005-08-24T21:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-24T21:40:24.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sleeping Angel. I used to sleep like that when I was little all the time. So precious!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578038/posts/default/112494482439068492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578038/posts/default/112494482439068492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forthethirdtime.blogspot.com/2005/08/sleeping-angel.html' title=''/><author><name>MommaFleisch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6578038.post-112450772628723778</id><published>2005-08-19T20:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-19T20:15:26.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Months</title><summary type='text'>Where has time gone? I can't believe my very last baby is only 60 days away from being 1. 

She is such a joy to have around. Nothing brings a smile to all of our faces (and everyone elses including the immigration/customs folk) by just looking at her. She is so happy most of the time, thank goodness she hasn't totally taken to being like momma yet.

She walks around everything, crawls with </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578038/posts/default/112450772628723778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578038/posts/default/112450772628723778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forthethirdtime.blogspot.com/2005/08/10-months.html' title='10 Months'/><author><name>MommaFleisch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6578038.post-112292858467190506</id><published>2005-08-19T13:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-01T21:20:00.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Help a sister out Please! - STICKY POST -</title><summary type='text'>See that link over there to your right?

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Well I am participating in a Golf tournament for my work where ALL proceeds will go to our local United Way. They do so many wonderful things in our community (as yours probably does too!) there is just oo much to say about them. My work involves them in quie a few charitable things for us to participate in and I never</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578038/posts/default/112292858467190506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578038/posts/default/112292858467190506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forthethirdtime.blogspot.com/2005/08/help-sister-out-please-sticky-post.html' title='Help a sister out Please! - STICKY POST -'/><author><name>MommaFleisch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6578038.post-112429187008307505</id><published>2005-08-17T08:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-17T08:17:50.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Croakin Frogger</title><summary type='text'>Ry sounds like a frog right now. She isn't feeling that well, seems to be a bit of a chest cold. Poor thing, she is sleeping a lot and is clingy - TO ME! (silently doing a little dance cuz she LOVES me, boys always and still prefer G)

I ended up taking her to urgent care last night since she got really bad after I fed her. Sounded like she was having a really hard time breathing. Wouldn't you </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578038/posts/default/112429187008307505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578038/posts/default/112429187008307505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forthethirdtime.blogspot.com/2005/08/croakin-frogger.html' title='Croakin Frogger'/><author><name>MommaFleisch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6578038.post-112411501414345384</id><published>2005-08-15T07:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-15T07:10:14.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chompers</title><summary type='text'>We now have 4 official teeth! I can't believe it, seems like yesterday she was all gums.

Her 2 bottom teeth are pretty well grown in. The top 2 have some work (one just came in over the weekend, the other the week before). 

I will have to say she looks like a hill billy redneck with that one top sticking down farther then the other. Guess she takes after her daddys side! (haha, just kiddin!)

</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578038/posts/default/112411501414345384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578038/posts/default/112411501414345384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forthethirdtime.blogspot.com/2005/08/chompers.html' title='Chompers'/><author><name>MommaFleisch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6578038.post-112370150141482353</id><published>2005-08-10T12:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-10T12:18:21.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New words to write</title><summary type='text'>I am adding a second blog. Trying to keep this one more focused on Ry and the boys.

The other one is the bitch in me coming out. I have many issues, I think I just don't like my family (not those I gave birth to or sleep with).

So if you would like foul words and complaining will now be done over at 

Who would of thought?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578038/posts/default/112370150141482353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578038/posts/default/112370150141482353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forthethirdtime.blogspot.com/2005/08/new-words-to-write.html' title='New words to write'/><author><name>MommaFleisch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6578038.post-112365296654875097</id><published>2005-08-09T22:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-09T22:49:26.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Do YOU GET IT YET?</title><summary type='text'>I am not a bank nor do I enjoy lending our money out to everyone who feels the need that we HAVE TO help you out.

Christ get off you butt and get a job. I mean really you are only 60!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578038/posts/default/112365296654875097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578038/posts/default/112365296654875097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forthethirdtime.blogspot.com/2005/08/do-you-get-it-yet.html' title='Do YOU GET IT YET?'/><author><name>MommaFleisch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6578038.post-112350853415384572</id><published>2005-08-08T06:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T06:42:14.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I should of asked Ry for one</title><summary type='text'>Where is my bib?

I have spilled coffee down the front of me AGAIN. 

Only this time it's on a white shirt. GAH! I think I will defintely have to try the Oma way of doing things and just smile while holding my cup getting them to think either I am crazy or there is just something REALLY good in my cup.

And it's not even 9 a.m. yet.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578038/posts/default/112350853415384572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578038/posts/default/112350853415384572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forthethirdtime.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-should-of-asked-ry-for-one.html' title='I should of asked Ry for one'/><author><name>MommaFleisch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6578038.post-112347518908664283</id><published>2005-08-07T21:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T08:37:36.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reality Bites! (maybe not)</title><summary type='text'>Tomorrow is Monday. Where the hell has this summer gone?

The boys are coming back tomorrow! YAY YAY YAY! Grandma is bringing them home on the plane. She will be here for a week to visit and take care of the youngins except for B this weekend while we attend G's best friends wedding. Should be fun (gag - VERY LONG STORY, the wedding that is not the MIL).

This weekend with no kids was nice but I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578038/posts/default/112347518908664283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578038/posts/default/112347518908664283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forthethirdtime.blogspot.com/2005/08/reality-bites-maybe-not.html' title='Reality Bites! (maybe not)'/><author><name>MommaFleisch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6578038.post-112336059754882023</id><published>2005-08-06T13:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-06T13:36:37.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Off to the adult world</title><summary type='text'>We are off to a sleazy adult motel for the night. I do mean sleazy - it has themes and everything.

Cheesy? Yes. But totally fun.

See ya tomorrow!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578038/posts/default/112336059754882023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578038/posts/default/112336059754882023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forthethirdtime.blogspot.com/2005/08/off-to-adult-world.html' title='Off to the adult world'/><author><name>MommaFleisch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6578038.post-112329871653876613</id><published>2005-08-05T20:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-05T20:25:16.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh where oh where have all my children gone?</title><summary type='text'>Boys still in Canada.

Ry is staying with our daycare lady all weekend (she offered for free!)

I MISS THEM, alot. I feel like a lost puppy.

What the hell are we supposed to do with ourselves huh?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578038/posts/default/112329871653876613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578038/posts/default/112329871653876613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forthethirdtime.blogspot.com/2005/08/oh-where-oh-where-have-all-my-children.html' title='Oh where oh where have all my children gone?'/><author><name>MommaFleisch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6578038.post-112321485831626402</id><published>2005-08-04T21:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-04T21:07:38.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Video Post</title><summary type='text'>Ok I am attempting. Came out in crappy resolution but hey it's a free posting!



Share video at JussPress.com
</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578038/posts/default/112321485831626402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578038/posts/default/112321485831626402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forthethirdtime.blogspot.com/2005/08/first-video-post.html' title='First Video Post'/><author><name>MommaFleisch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6578038.post-112295623841248913</id><published>2005-08-01T20:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-01T21:17:18.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend warriors</title><summary type='text'>This weekend we went to the local county fair to hang with the rednecks (dude seriously right up here is where they ALL LIVE in MN.)

Anyway we went to the Demolition Derby (was hella fun, but without the boys its not the same) and Ry participated in the Diaper Derby.



I am proud to say that she got 2nd place in the 9 month old division and lost by a measley foot. (Ok so their was only 4 - 9mo </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578038/posts/default/112295623841248913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578038/posts/default/112295623841248913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forthethirdtime.blogspot.com/2005/08/weekend-warriors.html' title='Weekend warriors'/><author><name>MommaFleisch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6578038.post-112291071534964622</id><published>2005-08-01T08:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-01T08:38:35.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And who do you think you are?</title><summary type='text'>When did womens clothes get so expensive huh? After reading over at Erins about her trip to Old Navy it got me thinking about my trip to the mall this weekend.

I am in DIRE need of clothes here people. I have shrunk to a "nice" size for me. I like it and it works. Finally the weight plus some (YAY!) is gone.

Bad thing - NOTHING in my closet fits me. None of my pants stay up (even with the waist</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578038/posts/default/112291071534964622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578038/posts/default/112291071534964622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forthethirdtime.blogspot.com/2005/08/and-who-do-you-think-you-are.html' title='And who do you think you are?'/><author><name>MommaFleisch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6578038.post-112278857282942483</id><published>2005-07-30T22:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-30T22:42:52.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Great make it even a BETTER night...</title><summary type='text'>Not only am I sitting here at 12:40 watching Coach Carter and doing laundry but now blogroll is down and I can't get to my links!

Damn it don't they know that I NEED my links to blog surf! I mean really what do they expect us to do on Saturday nights when the hubbys are away huh???</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578038/posts/default/112278857282942483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578038/posts/default/112278857282942483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forthethirdtime.blogspot.com/2005/07/great-make-it-even-better-night.html' title='Great make it even a BETTER night...'/><author><name>MommaFleisch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6578038.post-112276079076102835</id><published>2005-07-30T14:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-30T14:59:50.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'>B - O - R - E - D</title><summary type='text'>I am bored. Boys are gone, Ry is sleeping and G is gone for the night fishing and to the bar for a bachelor party.

And I am HOME. BORED.

I don't want to clean, can't go shopping since I spent my gymbucks (with G there, he was NOT a happy man), and I have no money in my paypal account to shop ebay.

What to do, what to do? Where is Everyone huh????</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578038/posts/default/112276079076102835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578038/posts/default/112276079076102835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forthethirdtime.blogspot.com/2005/07/b-o-r-e-d.html' title='B - O - R - E - D'/><author><name>MommaFleisch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6578038.post-112264937639368970</id><published>2005-07-29T08:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-29T08:02:56.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeah, it's gonna be a Great day</title><summary type='text'>Nothing like sitting at work at 9 am and then noticing that you have coffee down the ENTIRE front of your pink shirt.

Not just a drop but like down the entire front. What the hell?

It's gonna be one of those days!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578038/posts/default/112264937639368970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578038/posts/default/112264937639368970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forthethirdtime.blogspot.com/2005/07/yeah-its-gonna-be-great-day.html' title='Yeah, it&apos;s gonna be a Great day'/><author><name>MommaFleisch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6578038.post-112235051604447273</id><published>2005-07-25T20:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-25T21:01:56.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Home and happy!</title><summary type='text'>Well it seems that my phone posts suck big donkey butt so no pictures there. Sorry I tried.

We are home, tired, and can't wait to sleep in our bed again. It was fun and relaxing but very nice to be home. It is VERY quiet here without the boys though. We have lots of things planned to keep up busy without having to worry about them being bored or left out. 

Here are some pictures from our trip!
</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578038/posts/default/112235051604447273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578038/posts/default/112235051604447273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forthethirdtime.blogspot.com/2005/07/home-and-happy.html' title='Home and happy!'/><author><name>MommaFleisch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6578038.post-112221072723211941</id><published>2005-07-24T06:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-24T06:12:07.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'>life is good.</title><summary type='text'>We are off for some coffee and shopping and to meet Stace &amp; Cae!

And I have lots of cute pictures to show but I forgot the transfer cable for the camera. You will all have to wait until tomorrow!

See ya!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578038/posts/default/112221072723211941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578038/posts/default/112221072723211941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forthethirdtime.blogspot.com/2005/07/life-is-good.html' title='life is good.'/><author><name>MommaFleisch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6578038.post-112195054079905299</id><published>2005-07-21T05:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-21T05:55:40.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And their off!</title><summary type='text'>We are out of here! Heading up to Toronto for some Grandma and Grandpa time for the kids! Boys are staying until Aug 8th but me, G and Ry we will be home on Monday! I will try to post some cute pictures while we are out!

Don't have too much fun without me around here!

Ry's first plane ride, this should be interesting!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578038/posts/default/112195054079905299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578038/posts/default/112195054079905299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forthethirdtime.blogspot.com/2005/07/and-their-off.html' title='And their off!'/><author><name>MommaFleisch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6578038.post-112174222065417627</id><published>2005-07-18T20:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-18T20:03:40.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And there she goes AGAIN.</title><summary type='text'>Sorry haven't been around here much. Turns out that she child is quite quick and has discovered both the stairs and the toilet paper.

She loves them, me not so much. 

But I have taught her well. She can say MALL. But not mama. Maybe she will say credit card soon. That's another story in itself. I will have to tell it tomorrow.

Until then I have 2 boys waiting to cuddle with me while watching </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578038/posts/default/112174222065417627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578038/posts/default/112174222065417627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forthethirdtime.blogspot.com/2005/07/and-there-she-goes-again.html' title='And there she goes AGAIN.'/><author><name>MommaFleisch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6578038.post-112160131494413235</id><published>2005-07-17T04:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-17T04:55:14.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blessed Event</title><summary type='text'>
Today we have Ry's Baptism (that is if I ever get out of work - another story). 

My pretty girl dressed up with her date with God (is that what you would say?) I just hope not too many people stick around forever afterwards because I need some sleep!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578038/posts/default/112160131494413235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578038/posts/default/112160131494413235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forthethirdtime.blogspot.com/2005/07/blessed-event.html' title='Blessed Event'/><author><name>MommaFleisch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6578038.post-112126310856975037</id><published>2005-07-13T06:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-13T06:58:28.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a bunch of people sitting in their underwear</title><summary type='text'>Yeah that's what we will be doing this week.

Forecast:

Today - 90
Thursday - 91
Friday - 93
Saturday - 94
Sunday - 94

And if anyone has ever been to MN you know that it is always HUMID here (like a dew point of 65 or above at all times).

And guess who gets to sit outside all day on Saturday and watch the kids play 3 soccer games each? Yep I am the lucky one!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578038/posts/default/112126310856975037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578038/posts/default/112126310856975037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forthethirdtime.blogspot.com/2005/07/just-bunch-of-people-sitting-in-their.html' title='Just a bunch of people sitting in their underwear'/><author><name>MommaFleisch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6578038.post-112114107502240055</id><published>2005-07-11T21:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-11T21:04:35.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How to slow a child</title><summary type='text'>Put said child in pj's that cover their feet but have no traction on the bottom. 

Then stick said child on your vinyl floor in the middle.

Gaurenteed to slow down said child by at least 50 steps per foot.

(not that this happend to Ry at all tonight. It was hilarious!)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578038/posts/default/112114107502240055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578038/posts/default/112114107502240055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forthethirdtime.blogspot.com/2005/07/how-to-slow-child.html' title='How to slow a child'/><author><name>MommaFleisch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6578038.post-112109604036265927</id><published>2005-07-11T08:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-11T08:34:00.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I.Cant.Move.Fast.</title><summary type='text'>We spent all weekend at the lake. 

We planned on going tubing on Sat so we got there at about 11. This lake is never very busy so we didn't think that we would have needed to get there any earlier. Guess we were wrong! Their were already 8 boats in line waiting for people to leave so they could park (it's a county park and is "managed" for boat traffic. Can't get on unless someone leaves). </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578038/posts/default/112109604036265927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578038/posts/default/112109604036265927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forthethirdtime.blogspot.com/2005/07/icantmovefast.html' title='I.Cant.Move.Fast.'/><author><name>MommaFleisch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6578038.post-112104719558488359</id><published>2005-07-10T18:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-10T18:59:55.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trashy Summer Book Club! #1</title><summary type='text'>Woohoo! First book down!

I can say that although it wasn't me all this talk after the fact really got me thinking. I am ALOT like her.

My wedding dress was PUFFY. LONG. and GIRLY. I am not a girly girl. Never have been, and am slowly starting to be (don't push it). I played in dirt, never with barbies, always with hot wheels. I never wore dresses unless forced (still to this day), I don't wear </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578038/posts/default/112104719558488359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578038/posts/default/112104719558488359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forthethirdtime.blogspot.com/2005/07/trashy-summer-book-club-1.html' title='Trashy Summer Book Club! #1'/><author><name>MommaFleisch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6578038.post-112058774449223528</id><published>2005-07-05T11:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-05T11:22:24.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To tired...</title><summary type='text'>We didn't get home and in bed till after 1 am this morning. Needless to say I am VERY tired today.

I did learn 2 things yesterday though -

1. Never go somewhere without a pacifier even if your baby doesn't use one often. When she is overly tired and you are out surrounded by thousands of people she will want it. Good thing she is easily distracted and can forget how bad she needs to sleep.

2. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578038/posts/default/112058774449223528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578038/posts/default/112058774449223528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forthethirdtime.blogspot.com/2005/07/to-tired.html' title='To tired...'/><author><name>MommaFleisch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6578038.post-112041316601594304</id><published>2005-07-03T10:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-03T10:52:46.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dum diddy dum.</title><summary type='text'>Everyone else is gone this weekend! I am SO BORED! Someone please post huh?

This is the first weekend in a long time that we have absolutely NOTHING going on. Nada. Zip. Zero. It is nice but I feel SO lazy.

We did go to the outlet mall yesterday and I was throughly unimpressed. Last year I went and everything was like $4 or under. This year? Nothing except Carter's and buying for Ry was </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578038/posts/default/112041316601594304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578038/posts/default/112041316601594304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forthethirdtime.blogspot.com/2005/07/dum-diddy-dum.html' title='Dum diddy dum.'/><author><name>MommaFleisch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6578038.post-112005117402515560</id><published>2005-06-29T06:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-29T06:19:34.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Owwweeee!</title><summary type='text'>Could you imagine? Copied from here: http://startribune.com/stories/462/5481167.html

Wisconsin mom's baby weighs nearly 14 pounds 
John Hartzell,  Associated Press 
June 29, 2005   

MILWAUKEE -- Weighing in at 13 pounds, 12 ounces, Delaney Jessica Buzzell isn't your average newborn. Her parents have even dubbed her the "Big Enchilada.''

The baby headed home Tuesday after being delivered by </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578038/posts/default/112005117402515560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578038/posts/default/112005117402515560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forthethirdtime.blogspot.com/2005/06/owwweeee.html' title='Owwweeee!'/><author><name>MommaFleisch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6578038.post-112005036398310745</id><published>2005-06-29T05:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-29T06:06:03.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ayeeye!</title><summary type='text'>Well aren't I the interesting one lately?

Been busy (like always!). 

Soccer is getting to be a pain and not very enjoyable. 1 - because they have all these practices between games. It's rec soccer - just let them play a GAME. It's all they want. Thank goodness there is only 2 more weeks left. Then football starts for both of them! A is going to play flag football this year and is quite excited </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578038/posts/default/112005036398310745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578038/posts/default/112005036398310745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forthethirdtime.blogspot.com/2005/06/ayeeye.html' title='Ayeeye!'/><author><name>MommaFleisch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6578038.post-111975809283537449</id><published>2005-06-25T20:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-25T20:54:52.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Childhood Memories...</title><summary type='text'>Thanks to Les Les  I get to participate in this new thingy mabobber.
 
What 5 Things do you miss about your childhood? 

But first, the rules to this meme game: Remove the blog at #1 from the following list and bump every one up one place. Add your blog's name in the #5 spot; link to each of the other blogs for the desired cross pollination effect.


1. Ammie
2. Erica 
3.  Sara 
4. Mrs. Flinger
5</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578038/posts/default/111975809283537449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578038/posts/default/111975809283537449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forthethirdtime.blogspot.com/2005/06/childhood-memories.html' title='Childhood Memories...'/><author><name>MommaFleisch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6578038.post-111962880632165446</id><published>2005-06-24T08:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T09:07:50.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blah Blah Blah..</title><summary type='text'>Boy aren't I the interesting one here lately huh?

Nothing much has been going on but we have been BUSY and it's that time of year where we are busy until October! Sometimes I hate it since it feels like there is never enough time for anything! Oh well the life with 3 kids right?

B went to football camp this past week. He loved it. He got to meet the players for the Vikings and of course also </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578038/posts/default/111962880632165446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578038/posts/default/111962880632165446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forthethirdtime.blogspot.com/2005/06/blah-blah-blah.html' title='Blah Blah Blah..'/><author><name>MommaFleisch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6578038.post-111924430564444644</id><published>2005-06-19T22:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T09:08:42.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>
Ry wearing my wedding jewelery. 

Yes I know I need a life.
</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578038/posts/default/111924430564444644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578038/posts/default/111924430564444644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forthethirdtime.blogspot.com/2005/06/ry-wearing-my-wedding-jewelery.html' title=''/><author><name>MommaFleisch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6578038.post-111871793690961812</id><published>2005-06-13T19:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-13T20:03:53.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'>She's a troublemaker and a heartbreaker.....</title><summary type='text'>Well Miss trouble seems to be full of surprises this week. 

Not only is she a crawling standing monkey these days she cut her first tooth today! FINALLY! There is another one close behind. Nursing should be fun since she is somewhat of a biter. OUCH!

She can clap too. Who knew all those times I sat and did that to her that she would finally clap huh? 

And she has a crooked butt crack. Just </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578038/posts/default/111871793690961812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578038/posts/default/111871793690961812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forthethirdtime.blogspot.com/2005/06/shes-troublemaker-and-heartbreaker.html' title='She&apos;s a troublemaker and a heartbreaker.....'/><author><name>MommaFleisch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6578038.post-111847121683044186</id><published>2005-06-10T23:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-10T23:26:56.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ry Updaterdo...</title><summary type='text'>Dude she is crawling like a mad man (offically as of Sunday). All over. On all fours, maybe just 1 leg, drag stuff behind her. I am not ready for babyproofing yet (i.e. gates and such!)

Also she can get to a sitting position from anywhere. This is not a good thing when it is bedtime. How to get a sitting baby to sleep? Not fun.

And yesterday? She pulled herself to a standing position. That is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578038/posts/default/111847121683044186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578038/posts/default/111847121683044186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forthethirdtime.blogspot.com/2005/06/ry-updaterdo.html' title='Ry Updaterdo...'/><author><name>MommaFleisch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6578038.post-111847097701549468</id><published>2005-06-10T23:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-10T23:22:57.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeehaw!</title><summary type='text'>FINALLY I am finished with the crap shifts at work. Our project is done (on our side). The final fate of it will not be known until Wed 15th - when they actually go and use it real time. Boring stuff like y'all care.

ANYWAYS - they were very nice and let us go home early on Thurs and gave us today off (friday). I enjoyed it but got nothing done. Me and my posse (children) went garage saling </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578038/posts/default/111847097701549468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578038/posts/default/111847097701549468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forthethirdtime.blogspot.com/2005/06/yeehaw.html' title='Yeehaw!'/><author><name>MommaFleisch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6578038.post-111792196294208154</id><published>2005-06-04T14:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-04T14:52:42.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Start 'em out early</title><summary type='text'>


See they even put her to work!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578038/posts/default/111792196294208154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578038/posts/default/111792196294208154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forthethirdtime.blogspot.com/2005/06/start-em-out-early.html' title='Start &apos;em out early'/><author><name>MommaFleisch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6578038.post-111765158952220371</id><published>2005-06-01T11:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T12:10:16.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello? Anyone?</title><summary type='text'>If ANYONE IS STILL OUT THERE -

I thought this was kind of cool

Gerber has a Promise Promo going on right now. It's free - you don't have to do anything except maybe agree to some junk mail but if you sign up you get a free pin and they donate money to a good cause.

So go and sign away!

Gerber Promise</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578038/posts/default/111765158952220371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578038/posts/default/111765158952220371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forthethirdtime.blogspot.com/2005/06/hello-anyone.html' title='Hello? Anyone?'/><author><name>MommaFleisch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6578038.post-111733950925599482</id><published>2005-05-28T20:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-28T21:05:29.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Getaway..</title><summary type='text'>Well it turns out that they gave us this weekend off (how nice of them - I suspect that it was more so that the Dev manager didn't want any of his *people* to have to come in but we are ahead of schedule now - either way I am not complaining!). Also we got to leave work yesterday @ 12 and headed to the BAR for a beer lunch. Was fun and so needed. We had a lot of stuff to get done that required </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578038/posts/default/111733950925599482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578038/posts/default/111733950925599482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forthethirdtime.blogspot.com/2005/05/getaway.html' title='Getaway..'/><author><name>MommaFleisch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6578038.post-111699369778845903</id><published>2005-05-24T21:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-24T21:01:37.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For your eyes...</title><summary type='text'>For your viewing pleasure during this no time to blog break! Damn they are all so cute! Be backon regular sarcastic schedule soon!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578038/posts/default/111699369778845903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578038/posts/default/111699369778845903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forthethirdtime.blogspot.com/2005/05/for-your-eyes.html' title='For your eyes...'/><author><name>MommaFleisch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6578038.post-111699330100990780</id><published>2005-05-24T20:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-24T20:55:01.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Way to entertain child for an hour with no toys. Hey it worked!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578038/posts/default/111699330100990780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578038/posts/default/111699330100990780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forthethirdtime.blogspot.com/2005/05/way-to-entertain-child-for-hour-with.html' title=''/><author><name>MommaFleisch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6578038.post-111699322754961528</id><published>2005-05-24T20:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-24T20:53:47.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Finally a smile on camera. I think she purposely doesn't smile when I have that thing in my hand</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578038/posts/default/111699322754961528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578038/posts/default/111699322754961528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forthethirdtime.blogspot.com/2005/05/finally-smile-on-camera.html' title=''/><author><name>MommaFleisch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6578038.post-111699314642366821</id><published>2005-05-24T20:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-24T20:52:26.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Soccer studs.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578038/posts/default/111699314642366821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578038/posts/default/111699314642366821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forthethirdtime.blogspot.com/2005/05/soccer-studs.html' title=''/><author><name>MommaFleisch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6578038.post-111699281567691177</id><published>2005-05-24T20:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-24T20:46:55.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What do you want? I said enough..</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578038/posts/default/111699281567691177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578038/posts/default/111699281567691177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forthethirdtime.blogspot.com/2005/05/what-do-you-want-i-said-enough.html' title=''/><author><name>MommaFleisch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6578038.post-111699264326422698</id><published>2005-05-24T20:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-24T20:44:03.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am a SUPERSTAR! Vogue....</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578038/posts/default/111699264326422698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578038/posts/default/111699264326422698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forthethirdtime.blogspot.com/2005/05/i-am-superstar-vogue.html' title=''/><author><name>MommaFleisch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6578038.post-111652554216190488</id><published>2005-05-19T10:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-19T10:59:02.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey!</title><summary type='text'>Still alive.

Still working LONG hours.

Pretty happy just no time. TO BLOG! ACK!

Please don't forget about me!

14 down, only 22 days to go.......</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578038/posts/default/111652554216190488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578038/posts/default/111652554216190488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forthethirdtime.blogspot.com/2005/05/hey.html' title='Hey!'/><author><name>MommaFleisch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6578038.post-111590744357191262</id><published>2005-05-12T07:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-12T07:17:23.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>He is the best!</title><summary type='text'>Look at what my husband got me!



And it's PINK! Love it. He knows how to make a girl happy! Have to love that man.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578038/posts/default/111590744357191262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578038/posts/default/111590744357191262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forthethirdtime.blogspot.com/2005/05/he-is-best.html' title='He is the best!'/><author><name>MommaFleisch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6578038.post-111577942257324361</id><published>2005-05-10T19:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-10T19:43:42.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'>&amp;^$%@# WITH A CAPITAL #</title><summary type='text'>Well just when I thought it couldn't get any worse at work, and starting to "enjoy" my 10 hour days (yeah right but they are becoming bearable) we get GREAT news today.

PLEASE CONTINUE TO WORK YOUR 10 HOUR DAYS DURING THE WEEK. IT IS NOW MANDATORY THAT ALL NEED TO WORK 8 HOUR SHIFTS EACH AND EVERY WEEKEND DAY. THIS IS EFFECTIVE IMMEDIATELY TODAY UNTIL JUNE 6TH (project release date).

MEMORIAL </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578038/posts/default/111577942257324361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578038/posts/default/111577942257324361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forthethirdtime.blogspot.com/2005/05/with-capital.html' title='&amp;^$%@# WITH A CAPITAL #'/><author><name>MommaFleisch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6578038.post-111569234417551254</id><published>2005-05-09T19:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-09T19:32:24.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Short and sweet</title><summary type='text'>Hey everyone! Sorry I haven't been around! Work is busy, soccer started, and Ry is needy and close to on the move.

I have to work 10 hour days for the rest of this week and most likely the weekend also. That is a 70 hr work week. YUCK with a captial Y. Oh and then just start again next week. Sometimes I wonder what is the point since the project isn't going to be done on time. But hey they pay </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578038/posts/default/111569234417551254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578038/posts/default/111569234417551254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forthethirdtime.blogspot.com/2005/05/short-and-sweet.html' title='Short and sweet'/><author><name>MommaFleisch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6578038.post-111508914795441863</id><published>2005-05-02T19:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-02T19:59:07.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to my baby</title><summary type='text'>Today B turned 9.

9 People - that is old.

I feel old.

He is old.

Hell I guess we are all old now.

He is the best though. Love him, Love him, Love him.

Couldn't ask for a better kid. 

(ok except for when he dropped Ry on her face last weekend, we could take that one back)

He will always be my first baby, the heaviest baby, the baldest baby, the smartest baby, and one helluva pain in my ass</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578038/posts/default/111508914795441863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578038/posts/default/111508914795441863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forthethirdtime.blogspot.com/2005/05/happy-birthday-to-my-baby.html' title='Happy Birthday to my baby'/><author><name>MommaFleisch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6578038.post-111480509298004666</id><published>2005-04-29T12:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-29T13:04:52.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'>She's a cow yay, yay, ya!</title><summary type='text'>Ha just kidding!

Ry had her 6 month appt yesterday. It went well although she has her first yeast infection - the poor thing! Actually it's just a bad dipaer rash that has a little infection in it (it came out of no where and it is blistery!). So it was off to target to get some midocaonloasdasdad stuff. That was embarassing. Since I can't even buy tampons (I make the hubs, good thing I haven't </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578038/posts/default/111480509298004666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578038/posts/default/111480509298004666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forthethirdtime.blogspot.com/2005/04/shes-cow-yay-yay-ya.html' title='She&apos;s a cow yay, yay, ya!'/><author><name>MommaFleisch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6578038.post-111454515290958386</id><published>2005-04-26T12:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-26T12:52:32.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodies and Deals</title><summary type='text'>I will be adding some coupons and what not things over to the right there -------&gt; in place of my calendar. If you know of any good deals please share and I will post!

Best one of the week:
Buy 1 fisher price toy of 19.99 or more and get 1 free 19.99 or less at Toys R Us! Good in stores too!

Cuz I know we all need to spend money but thought I would share for those looking for some good deals on</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578038/posts/default/111454515290958386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578038/posts/default/111454515290958386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forthethirdtime.blogspot.com/2005/04/goodies-and-deals.html' title='Goodies and Deals'/><author><name>MommaFleisch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6578038.post-111448567952462626</id><published>2005-04-25T20:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-25T20:26:47.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Ol' Days</title><summary type='text'>Remember when you used to sing:

Ms. Suzie had a steamboat, 
the steamboat had a bell--DING DING
Ms. Suzie went to heaven, 
the steamboat went to--
Hello operator, please give me number 9, 
and if you disconnect me I'll kick you from--
Behind the 'fridgerator there lay a piece of glass, 
Ms. Suzie fell apon it and broke her little--
Ask me no more questions, tell me no more lies, 
the boys are in</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578038/posts/default/111448567952462626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578038/posts/default/111448567952462626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forthethirdtime.blogspot.com/2005/04/good-ol-days.html' title='Good Ol&apos; Days'/><author><name>MommaFleisch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6578038.post-111439804896074915</id><published>2005-04-24T19:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-24T20:00:48.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You are so NOT nice....</title><summary type='text'>When we were out spending money that we shouldn't/don't have at Gymbo on Sat we stopped to have our jewlery cleaned (like always!).

I have been on the lookout for a nice pair of screw on back earrings for Ry since she only has her studs and well they are Pink and EVERY girl (age not a factor) needs a pair of Diamonds.

Now - I just received my first pair for Christmas this year - at age 26. 

I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578038/posts/default/111439804896074915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578038/posts/default/111439804896074915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forthethirdtime.blogspot.com/2005/04/you-are-so-not-nice.html' title='You are so NOT nice....'/><author><name>MommaFleisch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6578038.post-111431979437363513</id><published>2005-04-23T22:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-23T22:16:34.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lets not push it shall we?</title><summary type='text'>A has learned to ride his bike (again - he learned lsat year but took a nice crash into someone and that was the end of it). So he can ride AND stop now. That is all he wants to do - all the time every day.

And just guess who gets to go with him huh? Me. Riding over everywhere. And lately it has been 45 and WINDY. That part is ok - it is the 2nd day and you realize that your bones are so bruised</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578038/posts/default/111431979437363513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578038/posts/default/111431979437363513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forthethirdtime.blogspot.com/2005/04/lets-not-push-it-shall-we.html' title='Lets not push it shall we?'/><author><name>MommaFleisch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6578038.post-111408975369337717</id><published>2005-04-21T06:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-21T06:22:33.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Coupons Coupons Coupons!</title><summary type='text'>Hey thanks to Rachel (THANK YOU THANK YOU!) I have a 30% off Gymbo thing and just so happens I got the same coupon in my email (print and bring it into the store). If you one let me know and I will forward it on to you! (I am still trying to convince the hubs to just let me spend like $50 PLEASE - it isn't working yet)

Also umm, there was more but I can't think now. Will post if I can remember </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578038/posts/default/111408975369337717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578038/posts/default/111408975369337717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forthethirdtime.blogspot.com/2005/04/coupons-coupons-coupons.html' title='Coupons Coupons Coupons!'/><author><name>MommaFleisch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6578038.post-111408962609567495</id><published>2005-04-21T06:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-21T06:20:26.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life happens</title><summary type='text'>Well I just don't understand things sometimes.

Currently we make way more then we ever have in our paychecks. We just CANNOT get ahead. It is driving me nuts! Yes I know that we need to get caught up and pay some bills that were missed here and there but with all the money we are supposed to have left it is just gone. Like we both just got paid on Fri and all the money that was left was $500. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578038/posts/default/111408962609567495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578038/posts/default/111408962609567495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forthethirdtime.blogspot.com/2005/04/life-happens.html' title='Life happens'/><author><name>MommaFleisch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6578038.post-111385597423933253</id><published>2005-04-18T13:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-18T13:26:14.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ugh...</title><summary type='text'>Do you all see HOW WARM IT IS?? 80 people, 80! In April! In MN!

This is insane and to think this is the time that I have a job and have to work. Ugh.

Not much else going.......busy doing nothing but yet so much to do! Post later. Hope you weather is as good as ours AND you get to enjoy it.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578038/posts/default/111385597423933253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578038/posts/default/111385597423933253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forthethirdtime.blogspot.com/2005/04/ugh.html' title='Ugh...'/><author><name>MommaFleisch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6578038.post-111357938190323943</id><published>2005-04-15T08:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-15T08:36:21.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Well then...</title><summary type='text'>Argh the internet! I FINALLY got on last night after some huffing and puffing and about to throw my computer out the window (seriously I REALLY thought about it!). And I finally got to check my checkbook. Umm yeah - OOPS! Thanks to comcast (since I couldn't get on and balance it) I bounced some checks, a few actually.

Yeah thanks.

Anyways - it's friday finally! And you know what? We don't have </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578038/posts/default/111357938190323943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578038/posts/default/111357938190323943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forthethirdtime.blogspot.com/2005/04/well-then.html' title='Well then...'/><author><name>MommaFleisch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6578038.post-111336444918563047</id><published>2005-04-12T20:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-12T20:54:09.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ACK</title><summary type='text'>I AM SICK OF THIS COMCAST - GET YOUR CRAP TOGETHER SO I CAN GET SOMETHING DONE ON THE INTERNET WHEN I NEED TO. I DO NOT PAY $50 A MONTH TO NOT HAVE CONNECTION!! 

Got it??

And that ladies and gentlemen is your public service announcement for the day.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578038/posts/default/111336444918563047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578038/posts/default/111336444918563047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forthethirdtime.blogspot.com/2005/04/ack.html' title='ACK'/><author><name>MommaFleisch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6578038.post-111331188377022541</id><published>2005-04-12T06:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-12T06:18:03.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boring life as we know it...</title><summary type='text'>Not much going on here. Same old stuff just a different day (that is hasn't been finished!). 

I *desperately* need to clean my house and have been trying to for 2 weeks. I really tried on Sunday but then I sat down and fed Ry then we ended up taking a 2 1/2 hour nap. I was nice but only 1 side of my bedroom got dusted (at least it was my half!)

Ry is funny as heck these days - especially when </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578038/posts/default/111331188377022541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578038/posts/default/111331188377022541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forthethirdtime.blogspot.com/2005/04/boring-life-as-we-know-it.html' title='Boring life as we know it...'/><author><name>MommaFleisch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6578038.post-111284881649981914</id><published>2005-04-06T21:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-06T21:44:01.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy bee!</title><summary type='text'>Well so much to do and SO LITTLE TIME!

Having a job sucks when you have "adult" responsibilites - like bills, cleaning (which hell I don't think I will ever grow up and keep a half assed clean house), grocery shopping, and all that other crap.

We have been doing good. See we SPEND AND SPEND money on stupid things. Like going out to eat. Well a few weeks ago I finally realized how much we </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578038/posts/default/111284881649981914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578038/posts/default/111284881649981914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forthethirdtime.blogspot.com/2005/04/busy-bee.html' title='Busy bee!'/><author><name>MommaFleisch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6578038.post-111267039616343691</id><published>2005-04-04T20:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-04T20:06:36.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Whoa!</title><summary type='text'>Remember the Gas post I had a few days ago?

Well it seems that maybe MN has finally caught up with the price gauging. it was $2.35/gallon on my way home today.

Bastards! Good thing we found a gas station that hadn't upped it too much yet - it was $2.09.

The one station that we have started to fill up at was only $2.01 STILL but there were 50 cars there waiting and well hell for $3 it is not </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578038/posts/default/111267039616343691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578038/posts/default/111267039616343691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forthethirdtime.blogspot.com/2005/04/whoa.html' title='Whoa!'/><author><name>MommaFleisch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6578038.post-111263100959617210</id><published>2005-04-04T08:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-04T09:10:09.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring time</title><summary type='text'>Well Spring has finally reared its little head this weekend!

The weather was GORGEOUS (we hit 70 yesterday I think!) and the sun was shining.

Sat we went to the outlet mall (of course who can't shop at a outdoor mall when you have such nice weather and shopping seems to be a regular thing around here). I got some good deals. Surprisingly though I only bought Ry 3 outfits. Can you imagine? Oh </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578038/posts/default/111263100959617210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578038/posts/default/111263100959617210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forthethirdtime.blogspot.com/2005/04/spring-time.html' title='Spring time'/><author><name>MommaFleisch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6578038.post-111241035621324975</id><published>2005-04-01T18:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-04-01T18:52:36.213-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our new favorite song!</title><summary type='text'>This is our newest fav song. Ry loves it and so do the boys!

Chicka Chicka Boom Boom

A told B, 
and B told C, 
"I'll meet you at the top of the coconut tree."

"Wheel!" said D 
to E F G, 
"I'll beat you to the top of the coconut tree."

Chicka chicka boom boom! 
Will there be enough room? 
Here comes H up the coconut tree,

and I and J 
and tag-along K, 
all on their way up the coconut tree.

</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578038/posts/default/111241035621324975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578038/posts/default/111241035621324975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forthethirdtime.blogspot.com/2005/04/our-new-favorite-song.html' title='Our new favorite song!'/><author><name>MommaFleisch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6578038.post-111230532010330719</id><published>2005-03-31T13:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-31T13:42:00.103-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gas snas</title><summary type='text'>Today for the first time I paid over $2 for a gallon of gas. Ok I really bought like 20 gallons but you know what I mean. $40.00 even to fill my tank. 

$2.04 people! What a rip off. 

And to think in the 70's when there was the gas shortage they were paying MORE. In the 70's - can you imagine what that price would be today with inflation?

So how much is gas where you live (I have to admit that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578038/posts/default/111230532010330719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578038/posts/default/111230532010330719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forthethirdtime.blogspot.com/2005/03/gas-snas.html' title='Gas snas'/><author><name>MommaFleisch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6578038.post-111206920591525743</id><published>2005-03-28T20:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-28T20:06:45.916-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pukin Rally!</title><summary type='text'>Ry puke on me. Not just any little puke.

Like puke from my shoulder to my knee. And that was about a 1/4 of what actually came up. The rest landed on my side of the bed and on all my pillows.

So much that I was stunned and couldn't move for a few minutes cuz I wasn't sure what to do. 

And then - she puked more!

So much I had to jump in the shower immediately. 

UGH...jkshfksjhfks...gives me </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578038/posts/default/111206920591525743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578038/posts/default/111206920591525743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forthethirdtime.blogspot.com/2005/03/pukin-rally.html' title='Pukin Rally!'/><author><name>MommaFleisch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6578038.post-111203874787429183</id><published>2005-03-28T11:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-28T11:39:07.873-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Duh! Don't forget!</title><summary type='text'>You would think that by now I would remember everything that I need daily for work. Thursday I forgot bottles. Today - I forgot my stupid power adapter. 

All I can say is manual pumping sucks big donkey butt. It is incredibly hard to read, hold 2 horn things on your boobs, and pull the stupid plunger suction thing.

But I had a good weekend so I may be able to get through today!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578038/posts/default/111203874787429183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578038/posts/default/111203874787429183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forthethirdtime.blogspot.com/2005/03/duh-dont-forget.html' title='Duh! Don&apos;t forget!'/><author><name>MommaFleisch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6578038.post-111188574511896212</id><published>2005-03-26T16:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-26T17:11:40.173-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Easter!</title><summary type='text'>
Ry


B


The Boys


My little bunny


Again


Ry with the big eggs



We took 589 pictures of Easter. That is alot of pictures and you know what? Not one good one of all 3 of them together!

Hope you have a great day!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578038/posts/default/111188574511896212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578038/posts/default/111188574511896212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forthethirdtime.blogspot.com/2005/03/happy-easter.html' title='Happy Easter!'/><author><name>MommaFleisch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6578038.post-111169461303324458</id><published>2005-03-24T11:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-24T12:03:33.036-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank goodness it's Thursday!</title><summary type='text'>I don't think I could take another day - my mind has had it for the week.

Today I again forgot bottles for my daily routine. Thanks to the idea of the hubs, I left 2 here last time just in case I forgot again. Phew - I *knew* I had forgotten something!

My thingys hurt from pumping. Not just hurt but REALLY HURT - all the time - open closed, covered, uncovered, air, you name it - they hurt. I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578038/posts/default/111169461303324458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578038/posts/default/111169461303324458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forthethirdtime.blogspot.com/2005/03/thank-goodness-its-thursday.html' title='Thank goodness it&apos;s Thursday!'/><author><name>MommaFleisch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6578038.post-111155296426715837</id><published>2005-03-22T20:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-22T20:42:44.266-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Technology Times</title><summary type='text'>Even though they live 2000 miles apart and haven't met........

It is the sign of the times when you can just photoshop a friend in!


</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578038/posts/default/111155296426715837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578038/posts/default/111155296426715837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forthethirdtime.blogspot.com/2005/03/technology-times.html' title='Technology Times'/><author><name>MommaFleisch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6578038.post-111149995349954809</id><published>2005-03-22T05:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-22T05:59:13.500-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a girl!</title><summary type='text'>Go on over to Rbelle's and wish them Congrats on the arrival of their new baby girl! She just arrived this morning!

Congrats Belle Family!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578038/posts/default/111149995349954809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578038/posts/default/111149995349954809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forthethirdtime.blogspot.com/2005/03/its-girl.html' title='It&apos;s a girl!'/><author><name>MommaFleisch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6578038.post-111146280416402622</id><published>2005-03-21T19:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-21T19:40:04.166-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes he is!</title><summary type='text'>My husband is a total dork! 

We are watching Mean Girls. He totally FREAKED and was all like "WHOA - remind that, it's worth watching again".

At the beginning she is talking about her parents. She says that they are research zoologists - IN AFRICA.

There are no zoo's in Africa (ok well I am not totally sure but the pictures were all wild animals). He was so proud of himself. Fists were a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578038/posts/default/111146280416402622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578038/posts/default/111146280416402622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forthethirdtime.blogspot.com/2005/03/yes-he-is.html' title='Yes he is!'/><author><name>MommaFleisch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6578038.post-111144059755188687</id><published>2005-03-21T13:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-21T13:29:57.550-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures</title><summary type='text'>Well since everyone is all freaky now and steals pictures I have decided to
allow Ry's Photo Album on Yahoo avail to those who ask. So the little linky
over there isn't gonna work. I had googled her name and it came up second on
the list and it was to her album.I have to give you the special address by email so if ya want it let me
know. This is temporary until I can figure out something that is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578038/posts/default/111144059755188687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578038/posts/default/111144059755188687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forthethirdtime.blogspot.com/2005/03/pictures.html' title='Pictures'/><author><name>MommaFleisch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
